I dreamed I was escaping a horde of really fast running zombies. With my husband, that I don´t have, and my child, that I don´t have either. All of this happening in a city of asian looks. Hong Kong style.

Long story short: We finally got caught in (I think) a 7th or 8th floor of an apartment building I refused for long to break into because I knew it could be a dead end. And even more if we decided to go up. And it was a dead end.

Luckily my mind decided to give me a break by waking me up right before the mauling began.

But my god that felt so freaking real. Interesting as an experience itself. Now that I know it was just a dream, of course.

But I still can´t get rid of the tension.

Been awhile since I've been on

My phone is fuckin ruined.
Like it still works but my screen is glitching out.

I’m never taking nudes in the shower again. Waterproof is a fuckin lie.

This is my jam.