I Had This Dream That Was So Lucid And Weird Last Night Where I Was Exploring This Old High School/subway

i had this dream that was so lucid and weird last night where i was exploring this old high school/subway station (?) with nothing but a really dim flashlight and the only big detail i remember is that i kept shouting at my flashlight to work and every time it broke i summoned a super bright flashlight that disappeared after ten seconds

if, in any fic/movie/series/any form of entertainment, there is a cool rich aunt who owns a villa on the french countryside and sips homemade wine pressed from the vineyard she owns while showing off her 12 gucci handbags, she will become my favorite character and i do not know why

i wonder if this is just my stupid brain or if other people have this thing too where there's things i love writing but not reading? for me i love writing angst and slice of life, but reading angst makes me sad and reading slice of life is kind of boring

i thought i should share this super cool website that i just discovered yesterday that finds paths in songs and mixes them so they can play indefinitely

i have listened to interlude: what are you doing now (which has a runtime of like 42 seconds) for over 3 minutes now

absolutely no one:

people with hypermobility: *dislocates their shoulder* yeah it's fine i just have hypermobility it means i can bend better *breaks off their leg* i feel ok! *bends their fingers the wrong way* i'm extra flexible it's all good

the 11-year-old author on wattpad: please don't read this fic if you're under 18!

8-year-old me, clicking on it anyway: you can't stop me!!! *proceeds to read the worst written smut scene ever conceived*