Shit would be good. If I could just call you mine
Tumblr is not real. It is a subconscious world created during deep sleep. Every thing you reblog is a piece of your life you have already lived in another life or will live in the future. Every anonymous message you receive is someone trying to wake you up from this dream which is why their identity is hidden. Every original post you make is a fantasy you want to live out or a want of yours at that moment. And each one of your followers is a brain cell that signifies the completion of something important to you.
(Source: wherethefuckisbulbasaur, via a-beautiful--tragedy)
