After having one day where I felt the grace of happiness in my presence, I realized it. I’ve been sleeping. 

When I awoke happy, reality was waiting for me. I saw it; I felt it, but I can’t fight off the drownsiness. It’s like I’ve been drugged. Something pulls me back into slumber- back into a nightmare. 

Everything is twisted. Every day is a kaleidoscope of ugliness. I can’t adjust my perspective, and I can’t wake up. 


Shine on


Know that no matter how much you cry over brad (or for how long), I cried about Matthew Holly today

Because penguins can be gay

And if that’s ok, so is whatever you cry about.