Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
I hardly recognize it was the 13 not until I search day for the post.
Well, as usual, 13 is an amazing number that always make my life different, neither good nor bad, but difference.
- Those rather stupid questions that you could ask one on a bastard day ever after.
- What are yours brains made from, TOFU?
- Dammit, you hardly thought a thing before asked! I make my life in the shape I want not that fucking mold you waiting for. I’m serving you, dear, you just need to full your mouth then get away, you badass.
I wish one day my life would be exactly like RV’s life.
Without the same things I have to face every making me fed up with, I’m free on that meadow of the very-far-land.
Without any relation that I have to see, I’m free of “You have to bla bla bla”.
Without this fucking old, I’m free in that new world that I would spent whole life to die for it.