I went to sleep last night at 10pm (don’t think I’ve gone to bed so early in years…) and slept for 14 hours.
And I didn’t even dream. It was like some kind of somatic coma where my mind literally shut off from thinking about anything.
I haven’t had a proper sleep for a good 2 weeks, so this was truly heaven.
think. think. over-think. repeat.
Whitney. 21. I do not claim to be anything or anyone. I only know what I like, but even then, sometimes I don't know at all.
I enjoy rainy days, curling up under the covers, sleeping in, green tea, movies and books that make me cry, dancing in my bedroom, cuddling with my dog, scruffy men, girls in Doc Martens, getting lost in music, people-watching on the bus, comfortable silence, peeling dried glue off my fingertips, deep conversations, iced passion tea lemonade with light ice from Starbucks, whipped cream, Jeff Buckley, semi-colons, and all things cheese.
Last.fm: aka. StalkMyEardrums.com
What I do when I procrastinate.
