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Had a dream that some mad scientist kidnapped me and turned me into an aracne and called me perfect and beautiful and it was amazing i wanna go back to sleep
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I had a dream about him last night. This shit fucking sucks. I don’t want to think about him at all. I want to forget about all this and forget about his ass as well.
It doesn’t feel over though. I reported it, and nothing serious has happened in weeks, yet I keep waiting for the other shoe. Maybe of the two of us, I’m the one who’s more obsessive and delusional.
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I set up a dog gate to try to keep darling off the stairs to the window (she knocks falkor off of them when she gets excited). Theres just a little gap between a chair and a cat tree that i thought only falkor could get through. When i came out earlier today i found her like this.
She was not stuck. She just decided to be there.
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The inner turmoil of wanting someone to take control of every aspect of my life including clothes, food, likes and dislikes- people I communicate with, where i sleep…. But then what about my daydreaming time??? My alone time where i flail around my bed like a leech bathed in salt when i listen to music???? Grrrrr…. Decisions decisions—
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10 Points. ((Image Via William Klein’s 1970 doc ‘Eldridge Cleaver, Black Panther.’)) #Societythings
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I would go fully off the fucking rails and fall for someone who lives on another continent that has made it explicitly clear they don’t want a relationship but then acts like they do. And yet, maybe I’m reading too much into it, and honestly? Knowing me, that’s my answer. I truly am my own worst enemy. I’m gonna die alone 👸🏼💀
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