I saw this and I thought it was a luxury hotel suite. it might as well be for me.arcade | Java Espacios
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
audience participation
I wish I could have been a member of the TV audience during a taping of Married With Children. I wanted to be a part of the magical moment when Al Bundy walks through the front door and everyone goes apeshit.
dream: stomach shark (excerpt)
I hear my cries from the outside, “NO! STOP!”. I’m yelling in the waking world, but the demon continues. He starts catching up to me and I begin to panic. “wake yourself up! c’mon!” …via livejournal.
I haven’t howled in my sleep in a long time. One of my friends says when you hear your own cries, you’re hearing yourself as you’re sleeping. Who or What could be eating me up inside? I wonder.
shark talks
naokai: You wanna lay me down seductively and whisper to my ear: "You know what today is?" And I'll anxiously say "what?" And then you say "Shark Week" and then a shark bites my ear
prisma: LMAO
prisma: you turned my nightmare into sexual fantasy. Bravo!
naokai: FUCK SHARK WEEK!
naokai: That shit is scary though
