My first dream of the night involved no one staying at my birthday party for more than five minutes. The next involved a certain boy from the summer who somehow managed to trick me into wanting him again, despite all that I have now. The third dream involved his mother and how I had to carry her necklace around for her and make sure it didn’t get lost. The only way I could transport it was hanging from my sunglasses, which, as you could imagine, is not a very safe way to carry something at all. Subconscious, what are you?

(Source: 1000gynecologists)