I could either make it on time to work OR get some Starbucks.
Life is tough.
I just had the pleasure to dream about someone important to me who died a few years ago in real life, only to say goodbye to her again because apparently she was dying in my dream the second time. This time I could say goodbye with her still being awake and aware before dying, which doesn’t make things easier.
And now I’m wide awake. Guess it’s time for breakfast and some good crying.
And now I’m sad 😿
It’s been a great one, once again. I loved all the posts from other world cup fans on tumblr, and outside of the Internet.
It’s too bad this tournament only happens once every four years.
Brasil fueling the fire by playing Pharrells “happy”. That’s gotta hurt, Argentina.