It’s like my bed infects me with her sleepiness. A drowsy sleepy siren humming a song of softness, wrapping me in warm tendrils of blankets and rythmic breath. I’m comfortably doomed.
jdgentleman
College grad, playing the waiting game and enjoying life a little between the big things. Sloths, geekery, body image, and a smidge of politics and writing.
Posts tagged sleep:
By Martina Carpelan, this is an amazing, clever way of adapting those unwanted lines from sleeping on something, embroidering the letters into the surface of the bedsheets leaving witty little phrases. Inspired by hotel flings, but you can have your own custom made one done, to give yourself a giggle on those early mornings!
This is lovely.
(via bryanthephotogeek)
How do you feel about sleeping with someone?
Not in the sexy sense (maybe post-sexy sense) but tell me what thoughts come to mind about REM cycling next to another?
Thanks to all of you :D
How do you feel about sleeping with someone?
Not in the sexy sense (maybe post-sexy sense) but tell me what thoughts come to mind about REM cycling next to another?
I’m not the only one :O
(via mrsbeaverton)
PAPER DONE-ish!
And it’s only 4am! This means I can sleep an hour or two.
When I lay on my side my pecs (boobs) now squeeze together to touch………..sleep cleavage!
Apparently I’ve taken to reading books in my dreams but not realizing it was a dream until I discuss the plot with someone…..
Nerd even when asleep
My apartment is freezing and I think the only solution is for something boy shaped to sleep right next to me in my bed, sharing heat so I don’t die of hypothermia.
Not lying.
I’ve never had a wet dream before, believe what you want to believe, but its just a fact.
me either.
Oh same
same.
I never have either.
I fear it may come to be that there are so many faces I long to wake up next to but never can, so many people I can never share a piece life with, that I may begin to confuse a longing for their face on my pillow for any face and that would be a truly sad failure of my character.
PILLOW FIGHT PILLOWS
(Source: whiteafro, via captiveeyesneverwavering)
In conclusion, I would like everyone to just accept the fact that I am in love with sleeping and eating bagels, and I would appreciate it if nobody tried to interfere with that.
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Waking up before dawn, before the sun even touches the horizon, is madness. But I get free pancakes.
Choosing between sleep and food is like making a parent choose between the two children they actually like.
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