In dreams we enter a world that's entirely our own

Is it not enough to be cute and have great tits? I have to be a functioning member of society too?

once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

why can’t i stay in bed all day reading books and listening to music while creating fake scenarios in my head like there isn’t a law against it so wtf

forgive me father for i have sinned in all the most intricate, exquisite and aesthetically pleasing ways i was capable of

so my dad is standing in my kitchen looking out the front window with an umbrella and i was like why do you have an umbrella and he was like so i can shield your mother from the rain. he’s waiting for her call to pull up so he can go outside with an umbrella and hold it over her to walk her into the house.

no more meeting people in real life no more dating apps it’s just I meet you in my dream and we sit in each other’s souls.