I’ve been marathoning Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix with my new roomie, potterismyantidrug and it’s been awesome. She’s watching it for the first time and I’m on rewatch 4 or something and we just sit in front of the TV and laugh at Buffy and craft and it’s actually a lot of fun.
I started my very first cross stitch last night! I’ll post a pic when it’s finished.
Via ✿nobody cares about your goddamn water palace✿
ron, harry & hermione!
i like to imagine that after the war ends & everything gets cleaned up, the three of them get a flat together while they recuperate & try to figure out where to go from there. and they all have a tough time of it at first, but eventually they create someplace all of them can call home.
I think I just realized part of why I have so much trouble sleeping at night. Part of it is my thoughts racing. But part of it is that I’m so afraid of having that dream again.
This perfect dream has become a nightmare for me because I feel like if I go back there I won’t wake up. I’ll just stay in that dream forever and I’ll lose my mind. Or I’ll wake up and the depression will be worse than the last time and I’ll just stop functioning.
This is ridiculous to be so afraid of a good dream. Is this really where I am in my life?
Jimmy took some time during Friday’s show to finish penning his weekly Thank You Notes!
DC is being all gritty and “realistic” and Marvel just had a movie where the galaxy is saved by a dance-off and the power of friendship
Do you ever just have a dream that is so perfect, feels so real, that when you wake up you feel like you just fell out of reality only to realize that you were dreaming and it’s back to regular life now?
Like this morning. I had a dream that was very mundane. Instead of all the crazy reality bending and time lapses that happen in a dream I just got all the overwhelming feelings. You know how in a dream you just KNOW what is happening and it all makes sense? I had that feeling.
I dreamt that I was a my kitchen table eating breakfast and getting ready for work. But instead of working at a shitty retail job I felt like I had a good job that I liked, I got the sense that I was either some sort of organized professional (HR, Therapy, Accountant or something). I just knew that I was happy, well not happy exactly but… pleasantly satisfied with my life. Then I walked outside to get in the car and drive to work and when I got out there my husband/boyfriend (I had very lovey feels for them and they definitely lived with me from what I know of dreams) was getting out of his truck and bringing me a coffee from the cute little coffee shop down the road.
And in that tiny moment in my dream everything was perfect. I had a decent job that I liked. I had a house that felt like home, I had the significant other that I loved who loved me back (remember in dreams you just know) and I even had a puppy.
Then my alarm went off and it literally felt like I had died. Dream me fell down and hit her head and died. And I woke up here. In my real life.
I have never hated my life so much as I did in that first ten minutes after I woke up and realized that that dream that felt so good and so real was just a dream. and that this is real life. That I woke up to my very real, very boring, very disappointing life.