thebeautyofsoundd:

kindest-laugh:

If you reblog this post by June 21st, 2013 I will write down every single url that reblogged this and stick it in a jar and will scatter them all around this summer (I will be traveling in July). They might be taped in public bathrooms, thrown around at a concert, or left in a seat of a roller coaster…Who knows? Someone may find your url and message you saying where they found it. I promise I’ll do all of them.

that’s a pretty dope idea

Damn guys I just had this vivid ass dream that I needa write down. So I’m on an airplane coming home from somewhere and we are skirting above a city where the airport is. As I look out my window I can see multiple other planes just crashing and disintegrating. But it’s all in slow motion so I’m watching planes burn and fall apart in the sky. I can see people slowly fall down to earth. For some reason this does not phase me at all and I just sit back in my chair and ride along like I normally do. Now our plane starts to climb higher into the sky and for some reason this also doesn’t bother me even though planes normally go down instead of up when they’re about to land. I don’t care because I’m so captivated by what’s outside my window: a perfect view of a solar eclipse. I go all fuck the electronics rule and whip out my phone to start taking pictures. As I’m taking pictures the sun and moon start to move like the sun is trying to get away from the moon. I start screaming “why is nobody else fascinated by this?!” Because nobody else is paying attention to the sun and moon’s dance. I turn around and everyone is frozen in their seats with looks of terror plastered on their faces. Some girl whispers something to me but I don’t hear her. With all my picture taking I didn’t realize that we were somehow in space. I look out the window again and watch as the moon divides itself into two moons, much like cells do when they regenerate. Now I know something’s really wrong. I focus my attention back inside the pane and hear the pilot scream “oh fuck!” At that moment the plane is engulfed in fire. Everyone is burning but I’m somehow okay. I watch as the planes walls slowly melt away, everyone is screaming. The gas masks don’t fall down because all the controls don’t work. The plane is now just a cage of useless, burning metal and, even though we’re in space, we just start plummeting back down to earth. I wake up with such an intense stomach dropping feeling that doesn’t go away for a solid two minutes and I can barely breathe. I haven’t had such an intense dream since I dreamed about zombies for two straight weeks.