It’s delicious.

Someone should tell me when to sleep.

So. I’m walking in this huge dewy, grassy meadow, and everything’s got this blue tint like they do in movies. DAMN, IS IT BEAUTIFUL. I’ve got a huge hipster crowd walking with me too. We’re on an exodus or some shit, okay.

Now, while they’re all dancing and twirling and making out around me, I’m carrying the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my life. In my arms. Holycow. She’s wearing this fab white slip and has shiiiiny dark brown hair falling all over her shoulders and back, her skin is pale and white. Practically glowing in the dew and blue tinted grass. (It reminded me a lot of Crystal’s, actually.)

I don’t remember much about her face or anything, but God, the crooks of her knees on the palm of my left hand. I could die.  

So, the dream cuts and now we’re all sardined in this little lodge which is pretty much nothing but a maze of paper sliding doors and their redwood frames.

I take the girl I’ve been holding and try to sneak her into the nearest possible room where I can mack on her without anyone watching. Because that’s not cool, bro.

Turns out, there isn’t an extra room, so me and her just crowd into an unbelievably small pantry. It’s like, that illustration in Alice in Wonderland where she’s stuck in the Rabbit’s house? Kinda.

Well, anyway, before anything cool can happen, I can hear people through the paper screen going, “Where’s Bobby gone? Ohno, where’s Bobby? etc.”

Of course, I have to stop what I’m doing with my woman, to check on the situation with my man Bobby. Because I love him and he’s my bff. We can’t have him missing.

Bros before hoes, you know.

So, then everyone goes outside the lodge to look for him. There’s a MASSIVE boardwalk entertwined throughout the trees (instead of a meadow it’s a dark forest now), set up on high pillars so we can all overlook the forest and search for him quicker. I’m screaming, “BOBBY? BOBBY?!”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in a dream in my liiiife. But then I woke up because 1.) Bad dream 2.) Meet the Browns was on in the other room and it was playing really loud. Distractingplz.

Yeah, so.

snoipahkat:

cocokat:

-plusle:

lindsayface47:

longtanandhandsome:

awhyeaheddy:

sexandbreadsticks:

james-gatz:

homemadedarkmark:

heroin-chick:

fucking pro.

mrowrrrr

Fucking succeed

i don’t think i’m doing this right

get like me

pitiful attempt

Mine is byootiful.

I don’t know where the giant line going through it came from. It’s not there on the original…

dont have my tablet with me right now so I feel like now is an appropriate time to show off my ~*talent*~

IT’S KIND OF CUTE

kicksatanout:

and into my car