how much do i love donald glover? a lot. the answer is a lot.
had a dream last night that started somewhere in the middle of me walking with him backstage after one of his performances and we were just kind of talking and smiling and being cute and whatever. people were around us but they didn't notice (or mind). i was wearing some sort of strapless wrap dress and at one point he put his (leopard print, i kid you not. dreams are weird.) jacket around me. ONLY IN MY DREAMS.
all of a sudden he's turning to go up a stairwell and i'm following him and then alison brie (as annie edison in this dream) is jealously pleading me to not get with him or something like that. donald tells me to go into his dressing room to wait for him. next thing I know, i'm in his dressing room. i wonder what's in his jacket pockets. right pocket: receipt from some expensive clothing store. left pocket: a weird retractable pencil, small paintbrushes, and bacon.
bacon.
wake up, gabby.
woke up with this in my head.
i love clothes (deadbeat summer) - childish gambino
i usually wake up with a song already playing in my head. one of life's little pleasures.
top photo is by lauren marek. bottom photo is from band of outsiders ss2010, found via.
