In the past couple of days my summer has been spent exactly how I’ve wanted it to be spent. Yes, it has been boring and at times mind numbing, but it’s had such an island feel to it that I can’t help but love it. I wake up late, make myself a little breakfast and coffee, sometimes both sometimes neither, I catch up on my blogs and news, if I’m in the mood I go for a little jog and if the weather permits I go to the pool and read. I come back from this and maybe watch a movie or go do something with friends. Once I come back I read or watch a movie again and sleep in the wee hours of the morning.
It sounds boring, stupid and so so lazy, but it’s been so enjoyable lately that I can’t really complain about it. Granted I want to be somewhere on the shores of Mexico with my shirt half unbuttoned with a drink in my hand and the sound of the samba and my flipflops in my ears, but I can’t have that right now, so this will have to do as my little makeshift Mexico vacation.
After months and months of wanting to see this movie, I finally had the pleasure of watching it today. Everything about this movie is just stunning. The directing, the cinematography, the acting, the music, the wardrobe, the plot, the story, everything just screams amazing. Writing too much about it would only ruin the true essence of the movie. If you haven’t seen it, you definitely must.
This house gets me hard.
I had a dream last night that I had the word street tattooed on my wrist. It was weird. I was looking at it, in this dream, and I was just like, oh wow I have a tattoo and it says street. But it made such perfect sense. Street. It was so deep and thoughtful to me, in this dream. It could mean anything. It had symbolism, it had meaning, it had everything you could ever want. Then I woke up and remembered this dream. No, I was neither high nor drunk the previous night so I can’t blame it on drugs or alcohol. Just me being me. My life, you guys.
I don’t use conventional bookmarks but if I did I would use these:
Posters I need in my room/life: