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I’ve been dreaming about eating lemons almost every night for a couple weeks now.

In the dream I am walking around this big house in my bare feet. Everything in the entire house is light blue. The walls are light blue but the ceiling is white and the floors are wooden. There are a ton of windows in the house but none of them have glass in them. The light coming through them is so bright that I can’t see what is outside of the house. There are white curtains around every window and they are blowing violently in the wind but I can’t feel the wind or hear the curtains moving. Everything is completely silent and I can smell lemons. I start off by the front door where I can see up the steps leading to the second floor. The second floor is completely dark and I can’t see what is up there. To my right there is a room that kind of looks like a living room. After I stand there for a minute I start walking down the hallway toward the back of the house. The end of the hallway is blurry but not dark. I can’t really make out whats at the end of the hallway. I get about halfway down the hall and come to a doorway on my left. It’s a kitchen with blue and white checked floor and at the breakfast table there is a bowl of lemons. I run over to them and start ripping the skin off with my fingernails and these seeds that look like large, yellow pomegranate seeds spill out of them. Everything kind of speeds up at this point but basically I gorge myself on these weird dream lemons.



The perfect ones. The beautiful ones. The right ones, the just ones, the nobles ones. The ones who never break down crying in restaurants, who never do anything in secret they would be ashamed of. The normal ones. The healthy ones. The ones who always plan ahead. The content ones. The happy ones. The ones who work hard and reap the benefits, who brush and floss after every single meal. The well-adjusted ones. The popular ones. The ones who never disappoint, the little boys who do grow up to be president. The lucky ones. The ones with perfect skin and perfect teeth and perfect figures. The ones who want what they have and have what they want.
They don’t exist. The ones posing as them are even more fucked up than you.
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The perfect ones. The beautiful ones. The right ones, the just ones, the nobles ones. The ones who never break down crying in restaurants, who never do anything in secret they would be ashamed of. The normal ones. The healthy ones. The ones who always plan ahead. The content ones. The happy ones. The ones who work hard and reap the benefits, who brush and floss after every single meal. The well-adjusted ones. The popular ones. The ones who never disappoint, the little boys who do grow up to be president. The lucky ones. The ones with perfect skin and perfect teeth and perfect figures. The ones who want what they have and have what they want.

They don’t exist. The ones posing as them are even more fucked up than you.

(Source: nec-plus-ultra)


Well I tried to be a brunette again but it’s just not working out for me. It was short lived…but I am going back to red.