“You can’t sleep when you’re in a dream.” — [the error you get when you try to use a bed while in the dreamworld in Oblivion: the Elder Scrolls]
1.) The striped Pervuvian couch in the old house, at night. Lit for a dinner party (when there were shrimps rings with that red sauce in the fridge), but no one is there.
2.) The onramp to the DVP, near Erica’s. It is curly, even though I know it isn’t.
transience makes everything better.
“My interpretation of Frankl is that you actually get to choose how you feel about your circumstances.” — jason calacanis
mini golf
sunset cinema
hire out a ferrari, & just drive it around & the like
go carts
helicopter ride
jetski hire
swimming with sharks
bra shopping
tarott reading, fortune telling
spanish dancing lessons
rollerskating
iceskating
horse riding
sumo wrestling
harley ride at hillaries boat harbour
try some wigs on
“among any three people, there will be at least one who can be our teacher.” — confucius
is accepting that you can’t do things the old way.
“While indoors, remove hats.”
last night i dreamt that i was with a boy that i had fell in love with on the internet. but i hadn’t actually seen him, not even a picture. we were in his dark room in his parent’s intimidatingly expensive mansion, with high ceilings and lots of old wood. i was laying next to him on his bed. he was entirely engulfed in one of those 1980s sleeping bags (with the soft flannel lining inside), zipped up to just under his eyes. he was asking me to guess what was wrong with his face. something with his mouth. he had the same weird lisp thing as liza minelli. i was slightly terrified. not so much of the deformity, but being betrothed to someone who i had never seen. would i still love him after seeing his face?
everyone i connect with has something to teach me.