I'll see you when I fall asleep

my daddy’s a pretty cool guy. poor thing had to put up with >5 girls (and counting!) and no guys in our family. <3 happy father’s day, dad! 

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thelittlestharlequin:

ridingsheepinnewzealand:

fuucksicle:

the-selfie-of-dorian-gray:

n7commandershepard:

markgatkiss:

moriarteacake:

a joke shop called “mumford and puns”

a bakery called “mumford and buns”

a church called “mumford and nuns”

a sport equipement store called “mumford and runs”

a bright ass star called “mumford and suns”

a weapons shop called “mumford and guns”

a nomadic, warrior people from mongolia called “mumford and huns”

a new metric system called “mumford and tons” 

an earth-tone paint shop called “mumford and duns” 

yesterday when my niece came home she was *very* excited about a “wand” she’d made at daycare. it was a wad of paper coated in glitter. when asked if it was a magic wand she replied, “no….just a regular wand.” which begged the question, “well what does it do?” “it makes Millie(her little sister) laugh!” 

she’s been really in to magic lately, waving her hands and shoving things into her pockets. she hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it yet, but it makes her happy. 

this morning she ran in waving another wad of paper, this time with a band of colorful hair ties on one end. “Nana, look what I made!” figuring it was another wand i smiled and nodded. the awesome part was as she was running out of the room again (she’s an energetic child, if you haven’t noticed) she shouted “It’s a ROCKETSHIP!” a rocket ship made out of hair clips and rubber bands. the gender neutral awesomeness of this child and her upbringing makes me so happy. she loves make up and nail polish and tutus, but she also likes air planes and rocket ships and playing in the mud. she cares for her baby dolls and crashes her blocks around. her horizons have not been narrowed yet, and i hope they never do. 

i hate convenience pray-ers. my mother isn’t generally a super-religious person, but she’s downright superstitious when it comes to starting things or taking exams. she’ll call me to wish me luck (like just now with moving into my new place) and in the same breath she tells me to sing prayers before i start. same with exams. and if i can’t sleep? “close your eyes, sing some prayers” WHY?! i can’t support this sort of blind praying and trying to force others to follow suit. it frustrates me. i will pray if and when i feel like it. i’m not going to thank God for my new apartment. i will thank my family for paying for it. i will thank(or curse) my own study habits for my grades. i will not thank God for the efforts of deserving people. and certainly not when my mother tells me to. sheesh….

morning dream #1: i am a little girl, maybe 8-10. i am at a family gathering with many cousins and uncles and aunts that is taking place in my house. however, my sister’s children are also present, even though the oldest was born when i was 15. my sister is playing a one-upmanship game with her directly older cousin/brother, and is clearly winning, gloating and rubbing it in everyone’s faces. somehow that puts me into a bit of a funk. i start crying and make a big scene about how my sister enjoys making me look stupid and she thinks i’m dumb and doesn’t appreciate me. i’m a total brat and i don’t actually thing so IRL. i look around for somewhere to watch TV in peace, but end up trailed by my older niece. my bed is occupied by my younger niece, who wakes up and starts babbling, asking the older one to be her girlfriend (mind you she’s only about 15 months IRL). so we leave and end up in my parents’ room where the TV is, with my older cousin whose age scaled down to match our age difference, for some reason. we turn the TV on. this warps to….

dream #2: there is a battle/war going on and everything is in sepia tone. the dream focuses on a family. i’m not sure where the parents are, if they got killed or got away or what, but all that’s left are two daughters and an uncle. the battle is going on at the bank of a river. people are getting stabbed and cut down with long machete type blades. the two girls run into the water, and the uncle is following them while telling the girls about a particular man. supposedly he carried a lighter sword that wouldn’t give him cancer (idk….lead?). as an outsider we see the scene as a man with a long blade stabbed in his back looms up behind the uncle and stabs him in the back. there is a bit of a scuffle but the uncle is disposed of. the scary man with a machete and a mustache goes after the girls. the older girl keeps getting caught, but the younger one fights him off a few times, mostly just kicking him under water. they swim for their lives but the older one ends up stuck in a crop of sticks poking out of the water, and the little girl can’t save her before the man gets to her. the little girl keeps swimming and approaches a bunch of old school buses parked in the water (ikr?) filled with escaped children, or maybe children from the other side? either way she has to sneak onto one of these buses to save herself. just in front of the front door to the last bus there’s this deep hole in the riverbed. as the little girl swims over it you feel it tugging at her a little, but she gets to the other side and into the bus by the back entrance just as the doors close. as the bus is driving away the hind wheel catches on the hole but they keep driving anyway and get out of there. the scene changes to the older daughter many years later, face scarred and burned, looking directly at what seems to be a camera that we’re behind, saying “because she survived” with wide eyes and a smile. 
….and then i woke up. creepy as fuck way to end a night that lasted only 5 hours. 

I can’t imagine it was a good idea to mention that i would stay with him forever if i could. But i couldn’t help but mention something that could make him feel even a little bit as bad as i do sometimes. He will not bring me to his family. We will not be that kind of couple, ever, despite my own desires.