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[skunkcowboy]

I had a dream last night about a guy. I don’t know him in real life, so I guess you could call him the guy of my dreams. He was amazing and cute and I mostly remember making out in a porthole of the boat. When I got back home, he broke up with me via instagram dm (weird cus I never use Instagram). It was overall a really nice dream though, and it’s strange to wake up in love with someone who has only ever existed to you.

Now when I was younger, around 11-13, I would have dreams that I was not only a cis guy, but I wasn’t me at all. I had a different body, a different name, a different house, everything like that.. In these dreams “I” would usually be kissing or holding hands with other guys, “I” would have boyfriends, all sorts of stuff like that. I would be sad when I woke up because I felt I could never be loved for myself, that everything about me had to be different to be loved as a guy by other guys.

I distinctly remember that in last night’s dream I was trans and I was me. In this dream there was no doubt that he loved me, not despite or because of my transness, he just loved me as another guy.

I think there’s something very important in that.

[skunkcowboy]

[skunkcowboy]

How long until my toenail falls off lads?

[carnavus]

Accidentally bought amazing toilet paper

Ran out of toilet paper the other day. Went to the local Metro to get some more but everything was so damn expensive and I'm hella broke. So, obviously, I grabbed the least expensive. Turns out it was the best toilet paper ever on sale for like 60% off. 

I'm not sure I'll be able to go back to the cheap brands now... I may have just spoiled myself.

[veedoubleyoumicrobus]

We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost.

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[carnavus]

I spent all day, exhausted as fuck and burning of all my energy, but now that I'm in bed, I'm wide awake. How balls is that?

[carnavus]

Realization of the night: I live for pure, raw emotion. I love passion because it's someone's unfiltered love of something. There's a thing that means so much to you that you want to capture it's purity within you and show it off to the world without having to run it through excuses and apologies. I want someone who doesn't rationalize their emotions; someone who doesn't feel they have to justify or qualify their feelings. I want someone who doesn't reserve themselves because of fear, or guilt, or reason (Not that those are bad traits, just not for me). If you can find it in yourself to open your mind, and to open your heart to me fully, and let it all pour out, I promise it will be worth it. I will always do the same for you. That's the kind of person I am.

[carnavus]

Beers and open friends are important in the process of critical self analysis. Critical self analysis is important in the process of life.