Here comes the sun.

I barely get on Facebook anymore, and spend all my life on Tumblr.
I like the people on here better. 

I can only remember bits and pieces of my dreams this week.

But a couple weeks ago, I had a dream that I woke up and talked to my mom, and she tells me that I’m going to die soon. Freaked out, I was hanging out with one of my friends when she looks at me and tells me the same thing. I get scared, so I run away. To Food Lion (like that’s seriously going to help me.) The associate asked me if I needed help, and when I said no, he told me that I was going to die soon, too.
Then all the people in the store started putting their items back on the shelves and walking towards me.

I always have nightmares.

You could crush me, please don’t crush me.
‘Cause baby, I’m a dreamer for sure.
And I won’t let you down,

I swear this time I mean it. 

Our prom’s tomorrow night :D

05. I would like to see how my favorite places will change in the next fifteen years.

04. I would like for things get better for my mom. 

03. I would like for you to fall in love with me.

02. I would like for all women (and men) to realize that you don’t have to look like a model in order to be gorgeous.

01. I would like to see me change into someone better.

And you may not think I care for you, well you know down inside that I really do.
And it’s me you need to show. How deep is your love? 

I would make a damn good president.

First of all, National Jellybean Day would be an official holiday.
Secondly, a standard intelligence test would be mandatory in order to procreate. We don’t need more stupid people in the world.

Those are the two most important things I would do in office. I would also fight for the rights of women.

Their right to make a sammich, that is. 

And they say, “that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

What they really mean is: “I have the smallest penis in the universe, am aware of this, and just don’t want to admit it to you.” 

Okay, so this isn’t my earliest memory, but it’s the only one I can recall at 10:43 P.M. I remember standing in the living room while my mom brushed my hair for school one morning. I know that sounds insignificant, but I sort of miss it.

Dear you,

I want to thank you for always being there. You’ve listened to my rambling, my crying, and dealt with my constant pessimism with a smile. I always enjoy being with you, regardless of what we’re doing. You’re one of the best friends that anyone could ever hope for, and I know that I can count on you for absolutely anything. And though you may not realize it, I admire you tremendously. I’m so glad that you’ll always be in my life, and I can’t let you know how much you mean to me.

I love you x84932894324234,

Me. 

The best thing about a picture is it never changes, even when the people in it do.

-Andy Warhol.

This is the reason I stopped taking pictures for the most part. I don’t want to have evidence of who the people used to be, because when I go back and look, I don’t recognize them anymore. I don’t want that kind of memory burned into a piece of paper for all time for me to stare at and wonder what happened. I want to forget.

My personal paradise would be a small apartment, in a city where it rains all the time, with someone I’m in love with. Coffee would be readily available, as well as a large supply of orange soda and macaroni and cheese. There would be a Taco Bell, Chinese restaurant, and record store within walking distance, and a beach not too far away.

On a side note, I love walking places like downtown Wilmington, or the beach at night. It’s probably one of the few times that I actually feel like I was made for this world. 

These are no particular order, just so you know.

01. Blackbird - The Beatles.

02. The Tide - The Spill Canvas.

03. The Horror of Our Love - Ludo.

04. We Are Birds - Brighten.

05. Aubrey - Bread.