new heights.

Jojooo

Karly was here <3

I had a dream.

No, this is not a MLK speech. I just woke up from a dream, and I’d like to write this one down before I forget it…

So I was with my mom and my little sister, and we were going to my uncle’s house. I was the only one that actually went inside. That’s when I realized that I was actually just watching my “dream-self”; I was outside with my mom and my sister. I wondered why they were staying outside. Then the dream-me started giving stuff to my uncle; first I showed him a shirt that I made for myself. He waved it off and threw it away. The actual-me wondered why he was being this way… he was usually friendly and joking. Then I continued to hand him more things. I heard my dream-self say “I made this dress for mommy,” and suddenly my uncle was in awe, no longer angry. It wasn’t a regular dress; this dress was made out of paper. This is the same kind of paper clothing we made when my grandma died. We bought neat paper garments, and we burned everything so that all of our presents would get to our grandma. I realized that my mom wasn’t actually here. The actual-me, and my little sister were the only ones who could see her. Me, because I wasn’t actually physically there. My little sister, because she was so young (I’ve watched too much movies to not know that only the little kids are the ones that see the ghosts). My spirit-mom started calling out to my dream-self. I can only remember my name being called. This dream is quickly slipping out of my head. The actual-me started crying. I could feel hot tears on the side of my face and on my pillow, and I became more aware that I was dreaming. Then I woke up.

This dream was really different from the rest of my dreams. I mean, I’ve had other dreams where my loved ones died. But in those dreams, they died unrealistically (a monster came and ate them, crazy serial killer, a giant snake, etc.). I think in the back of my mind, I knew that in this dream my mom died from cancer. My mom has battled cancer already. Now it is back again. And to know that it came back really kills me. I couldn’t do anything about it the first time, what am I going to do about it now? I feel so useless. All I can do is sit here and wishful think. But I’m old enough to know that wishful thinking won’t save my mom… and the innocent part of me wants to keep trying. 

omfg

i-like-all-the-things:

fuck-yeah-helena-bonham-carter:

weasleyswizardwheezes:

perfecttouchofrebellion:

deathlyhallowsofmockingjay:

lunateeawr:

mind fuck

ogod:O

WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING!??!!

(Source: lunaholmes, via tits-and-champagne)