#random shit man

[the-arcane-dream]

feel like I just need to disconnect from all social media to truly feel happy, I’ll probably feel a lot more self worth too

[maracuyaaaa]

This new tumblr update for mobile or whatever makes me uncomfortable

[heckfluff]

grosssss I hate ever meeting you

[dearjamie626]

The ads on tumblr have gotten so weird now I've started reblogging them.

[leviathan-alpaca-biggest-ass-fan]

how u doin matea?

[susiron]

I can only truly remember, in depth, a handful of dreams that I have had. It is super rare for me to remember distinct scenarios in a dream, and it is even rarer for me to remember a whole sequence. Remembering names or characters is about the rarest thing, as I'm rarely even sure who the dream is focused on because I never feel like "myself." I distinctly remember two names from dreams over the years that do not belong to anyone that I know of and one was Charles-- a cat-- and the other was Shou-- a horse.

The dream with Charles was probably the most elaborate dream I have ever had (in terms of how much I remembered it/how vividly.) It's also a dream where I'm pretty sure I was myself 

First in the dream I went to like a really large store that had an impressive pet fish section and I remember seeing tiny little orca whales in a tank. I feel like I wanted to buy some-- and possibly even put some in a cart-- but later I checked out and, although I remember paying with these weird coupon things (I think they were all marked with a zero, though?), I don't recall coming out of the store with anything.

I then went on a long bus ride and two of my real life friends, Devon and Leah, were on the bus. At one point the fields outside started to spell things and I think I remember the word "friendship" or something similar beginning with an F.

For some reason, I went to a random old lady's house and started to live there. I don't remember much about the house, other than walking outside in the backyard where there were tiny buildings and creatures (much like a doll house set up), but I'm pretty sure they were alive and not dolls.

At some point I turned into a cat and was observing the old lady making gingerbread figures. She had one of herself, and one that was a unicorn. I asked about the unicorn and she said that it was Charles' murderer (and I understood Charles to be her-- other-- pet cat.) 

I'm not entirely sure what happens after that but I remember scurrying out the door but stopping at the mat outside?

I really have no idea. My dreams are absolute crack I swear

[unfaithfl]

I wanna send postcards and letters to someone...can someone be my penpal? ;A;

[morbidxangel]

Oh My God.

lol so we were chilling working on homework and Troy starts beating on the glass and a white little man from a floor below yells at us calling us assholes.