#theniwokeup

[mrdeadfish]

Your fingers moved over my belly. They punctured the skin like a fork in tiramisu. The fingers dug deeper and pulled apart, allowing the blood and intestines to spill out. All I could do was lay there and watch my body turn inside out. . . . #theniwokeup https://www.instagram.com/p/B6pipnyBOI_/?igshid=16fkb88ogz6ib

[mrdeadfish]

I stared, water suspended in the door frame. I was in an enclosed room. If I open the door, water would flood in. How long do I have to hold my breath? Would it be enough? How far did the water go? Did I have enough air in my lungs to make it out? I stood to the side of the door, knowing that if I opened it, water would rush straight at me and may knock the wind out of me, not allowing me to swim or hold my breath. I felt that if I stood to the side, I'd have a chance to survive. I took a breath and opened the door. Water rushed in hungrily consuming the open space. It filled my shoes and came up to my knees, but didn't encroach any further. I was safe. I walked the halls of the hospital, where nobody noticed anything unusual at all. . . . #theniwokeup #freeze #popsicle #dreams #inktober https://www.instagram.com/p/B3OFwZxBYGh/?igshid=qxemb71wy88v

[engrchey]

I was in Admiralty staying in a hotel during one of my visits and then I met you. An exquisite Chinese Shūnǚ. In one of our walks I asked, "Do you do long distance?". You said "No." Then you leaned your head on my shoulder and continued, "Let's just make this count."

[ellixally-blog]

Beanie

My whole body shivers as the rain starts to pour heavily at midnight. I had to run since the car was parked from a distance and I don’t have any umbrella with me. My friend used her coat to cover her head and rushed through the car, leaving me stranded. I was ready to run too but with only my hands to cover up my head. I can’t lift up my skirt because that would be a stupid thing to do. I took a step which made my shoes immediately wet but a sudden, strong grip shocks me that I almost fell off the ground.

There he is

Standing right beside me with that usual look on his face like he has the whole world upon his shoulders. He took off his beanie and fixed his messed up yet so soft I want to touch so bad hair and placed it on my head instead. I opened my mouth to ask all of these sudden actions but he pulled me closer and started counting down. Wait, what is he--?

We ran as if the rain will be the death of us and got inside the car. There I found my friend at the backseat giving me an apologetic smile for she was panicked a while ago. I was in the front sit and he drove the car. On our way home, I removed the beanie to let it dry and I combed my tangled hair. I faced him to thank him, but no words came out from my mouth. All I did was study (or at least admire) him. His puffed eyes, pointed nose, lips that I’ve kissed a thousand times, sharp jaw line, and his hair. His hair at the level of his broad shoulders, long enough that the tips of it flies away. The stoplight flashed red and he slowed down the car. His hands still on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the moist glass. I held his hand. It was both delicate and cold. Looking in his hazel eyes and smiled as a ‘thank you’, he lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek that I didn’t realize were blushing hard from the start and there I see the faintest smile he could ever give.

Then I woke up

Elli

[karlieskupkake-blog]

I had a dream that Taylor sings her 'Riptide' cover on tour and that's the same show Karlie walks with her in.

[midwestindie]

I made a band...

That took the grungy guitar of the Black Keys and smashes it with the power of Muse. We sung with the passion of Watsky, the wit of April Smith, the cheekiness of Los Campesinos! and the power of Gavin DeGraw. Combining the quirks of Tally Hall and groove of Spoon, we pulled harmonies more melodic than Senses Fail and Mumford and Sons. We flowed harder than the Flobots, and our horns were musically charged like Beirut and magically charged like Streetlight Manifesto. Mixing in the groove of Death Cab for Cutie, the insanity of Cage the Elephant, the flexibility of OK Go, and the spontaneity of Parov Stelar, we were perfect.

Then I woke up.