hi hello if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today



flyingflames:

 


chinkerbelle:

Reasons I grab my boobs

  • running upstairs
  • running downstairs
  • running
  • stoked on life
  • scared
  • walking through my house in the dark
  • bored
  • boobs




tearingdowndoors:

Untitled | Coyhand


sodapop16:

Peter Bahouth’s amazing tree houses were featured in Jane Field-Lewis’ latest book in her ‘My Cool…’ series, ‘My Cool Shed’ which was published in 2012,


Woke up to my first nightmare in weeks, probably even months.

It first started off fine then out of nowhere there was a tornado warning. My sister and friends were together so we decided to build a shelter. After we were done we had to get a few things like clothes, food and what not. So we had to separate. While I was getting some things, the tornado started to form. People started to run but it wasn’t all chaotic. Yet. I was on my way to my friends when I met up with my mom, grandparents, a random girl and boy who I did not know.
People were going insane!! Pushing, trampling and shoving! It was so terrible. We had to go through these doors and every single person was trying to be the first ones in. I lost my mom and grandmother in the chaos. They just vanished.
Then my dream decided to change things up.
Zombies came out of fucking nowhere! All hell broke lose up until this point. I didn’t know who were human or zombies. There were people…or zombies running in every direction. We somehow got pushed up a skinny stairwell, just running up the stairs to god knows what. People were screaming, crying, dying and bleeding. I lost my grandfather and the random boy in the stairwell. So it was just me and this girl left. I did not feel protected what so ever. I did not know this girl and everyone I knew were either dead or lost. I had to protect and fight for myself but I did not know how.
We got to the very top of the stairwell and the door was fucking locked. People were so desperate to get out, I was being pushed to the locked door.
I was going to die in a random stairwell with a random girl, and not with my family and friends. It was such a horrible dream.

I don’t know why I am sharing this but I guess it’s because I have to be distracted before I go back to bed. I do not want to dream this again.