I took a nap today and I dreamt that my mom came by my apartment to write me a check [because I’m a poor college student who has to eat] and that while she was here, I made her some coffee with my new espresso maker and we sat for a bit and talked, and then she asked me if it would be ok to drop my dog off at my apartment for the weekend because no one was going to be home. I was ecstatic and my mom knew that I was. In my dream I was already planning out how I’d sneak this giant german shepherd into my apartment since pets aren’t allowed and there are cameras by the front entrance (but who knows if they’re actually taping anything?)
I woke up feeling the worst sense of loss — that of being so, so, so happy to see my dog and have him see me now, a few months since his death, sort of like to see me and how much I’ve grown and how much I still love him, but I also felt so sad that this was only a dream, and that I’m never going to see him again. Disappointing dream. I’ve moved on, yes, I’ve made my peace with my dog’s death, and only once since I’ve made my peace have I cried in the middle of the night from missing him so much. I just hope that in a future life, if such a thing exists, we’ll meet again.
when i was 4 my dad asked me what i wanted to be when i grow up and i replied ‘daddy i want to be a cheesecake’ it’s been 12 fucking years and no one has let me forget it
Last night I had a dream that I was super pregnant and had to solve murder mysteries with Tom Felton and someone else in order to save the world and Tom and I were basically bros and someone kept calling me Sherlock Holmes and I kept being like “wtf my name is Danielle” and this dude tried to come kill me and my unborn baby but Tom Felton and I jumped out a window (how did my unborn baby not die????????) and basically my life is weird
the amount of pictures I would take if I had a hot body is unimaginable