can I run my hands through your beard?
no, don’t touch me. keep your hands in your pockets and bop your head to the music like the rest of them.
My little trip to Portland was everything I had hoped for and more, although I failed to take a satisfying amount of pictures to properly document it.
Here are a few of my particular favorites out of the many failed panoramas I tried taking though ꒰ღ˘‿˘ற꒱❤⃛
"I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt."