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cheeseberber posted this
I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
This will serve as my outlet and where I shall vent. This is also a place for my ramblings and my interests. I will post whatever tickles my fancy, catches my eye and flips my ship. My blog is never consistent; but expect rants, thoughts and pictures. Pictures aren't mine unless stated.
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New found love = Sleep!
I just love leaving reality and reaching new heights in a newly created dreamland. For those mere hours in my sleep state, I’m gone from reality and into a different world inside my head just for some time, I have no worries at all. I dream about having a life full of my wildest imaginations. Anything is possible and feels real inside my head. But it’s bittersweet, knowing that I will wake up and realize I’m back in my own realms of the real world. It hurts knowing that only the things you want can happen in your dreams.
