i read somewhere that the more you move in your sleep the quicker you forget your dreams, i’ve forgotten the specifics of it, but now i hate myself for wriggling in my sleep, i never remember my dreams :(
“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”
-Stephen King
What if instead of having sirens ambulances just played move bitch get out the way by ludacris
i haven’t been giddy over a boy in a long time, can i please engulf my body in the spaces found between peoples limbs
the guy that makes my soy green tea lattes almost every day at university asks me how I’m doing with my studies and proceeds to tell me that I really am gorgeous lady and to not strain myself, because I seem to ‘glow’ and good things happen to those kinds of people
william chapman (via williamchapmanwritings)
