i love my friends. so much.
and steady, frequent birthday weekend sex. i love that too.
i think ill be peeing tequila for a while.
SISTER, IT IS BETTER THAT YOU SHOULD RUSH UPON THAT BLADE THAN ENTER THE CIRCLE WITH FEAR IN YOUR HEART.
HOW DO YOU ENTER?
With perfect love and perfect trust.
GOOD. WELCOME TO OUR COVEN. ONLY A COUPLE OF GROUND RULES:
1. NO TAKING INTO YOURSELF ALL THE POWER OF MANON. WE HAD SOME TROUBLE WITH THAT A FEW YEARS AGO.
2. YOU CAN’T WEAR A TANK TOP TWO DAYS IN A ROW, AND YOU CAN ONLY WEAR YOUR HAIR IN A PONYTAIL ONCE A WEEK.
3. ON WEDNESDAYS WE WEAR PINK.
BLESSED BE.
Hamlet the Mini Pig Goes Down the Steps To Get To Oatmeal [x]
(via tinytangerines)
i fucking love when i have a dream about a place, then revisit that fantasy location in another dream.
re-occurring dreams, usually, are pretty bad for me, but this one was…..amazing.
i went back to chile last night, back to the places i constructed in my mind, only they’d been developing since last time i dreamt about them.
the first time i visited this imaginary lake, river and bizarre, beautiful land on the other side, it wasnt the happiest dream, but this time is was actually pretty comforting. (even though 2 dudes from work were in it 0_o, but i’ll let that slide, subconscious. )
after crossing the river and dodging the insect rain and plague of strange shit, after some weird stuff went to down, i reached a home of some oooolllldddd ancestors. I dont remember if it was the Lozano or Cuevas side, but there was some really old history in that house. but fuck, it was beautiful.I dont remember what happened next, but I was watching someones child in this house ???, but then the kid started disintegrating somehow and eventually was gone. Then my mom and dad came to pick me up to take me somewhere else.
And the other place.
in a previous dream i dreamt my family and i were looking for locations to build a house in chile. we decided on this spot in a peladero (cant for the life of me figure out how the fuck to translate that to english right now) behind some kind of grocery store in a suburban location.
last night i came back to it, and construction was almost done. the house was absolutely beautiful. it looked like a palace.
i’m crying right now and im not sure why. i think i really miss my family. and Chile. Last time i went i was 18, my 4th time going back.
its such a different world.
Even though i wasnt born there, i still feel like a missing piece is found when i go back. Like i’m supposed to be there. At least for a while.
But i’ll appreciate the gift i was given to see it in my dreams. at least.
I know i’ll be back.
