blazed

of dreams.

sometimes i love dreams. i love the kind of dreams where you don’t even know where you are, what time is is, or anything like that, you just exist in the moment. it’s just you and someone special and the feeling of you tracing lines down her back. sometimes she has her head buried in your neck, and god, it feels like home. it’s just a dream but you can still feel your heart beating like a hammer in your chest. sometimes your bodies are pressed really close but it’s still not enough, you just want to feel every part of her in a completely non-sexual way. sometimes you do but that’s another type of dream altogether. sometimes i hate dreams. i hate when you wake up and the space beside you is empty, and you find yourself clutching desperately at the air. i think just for once, i’d like to wake up and find out that the dream is real, that all this is real. then i’d creep out of bed and make my girl a breakfast of waffles with strawberries cut into heart shapes or something. or whatever’s the breakfast of her choice. seriously, i don’t think i’d be a bad boyfriend. anyway, i’m not updating on this tumblr as much any more as i’ve got another one. (http://supshawn.tumblr.com) it’s kind of more personal, and by personal i mean too much info. follow at your own risk, but i hope to see you there :)

IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE IS STICKING A FEATHER UP MY NOSE!!!!!!! AND I AM SNEEZING LIKE CRAZY SDFGJKHFGDJKFDAJKL FUCKING ITCHY!

I want a girlfriend with nice neh neh and nice ass so I can grab all day.

1. Time check it is 2.45 and I just got up, shat and showered. 
2. Is it weird that I miss being at the BH? Even though I get these huge bouts of loneliness, I kinda miss the monotony of it all, I miss being so caught up with work that I didn’t have time to think about anything else. But I am home in a week.
3. I’m legal in 10 days.