I hate when people at the cafe ask me to pour out some of their coffee because they need room for cream. Seriously just drink it, coffee is precious. Also, don’t ask me to rinse the apple you just bought when i have a long line. 

Sweet Night


I will travel in my dreams to a distant land, where time doesn’t exist, where everything i want to be is, and everything you are will be waiting for me, we will hold hands and my hair will be nice to me, we will walk in the rain and talk about being awake, everything will be perfect because it’s not real….

Buenas Noches…