fuck it.
i get tired of people, in the general sense, quite easily. i circle streets at night and realize what a dismal thing humanity really is. i haven't quite decided whether life is truly difficult or impossibly easy, and i don't lose sleep over it.
i've decided to send out an open invitation to all girls who are interested in cutting all strings and moving to the country with me.
we'll wear denim, sleep in, kiss a lot and have a dog.
i'll drive you into town in my truck when you want, and i'll pick up the paper.
we'll build a library in our bedroom and our floors will creak louder than the weather vane on the roof.
things will be quiet most of the time, until we decide to spin records and dance.
no experience necessary. only requirement is that dirt under the nails needn't be a problem at times.
i get tired of people, in the general sense, quite easily. i circle streets at night and realize what a dismal thing humanity really is. i haven't quite decided whether life is truly difficult or impossibly easy, and i don't lose sleep over it.
i've decided to send out an open invitation to all girls who are interested in cutting all strings and moving to the country with me.
we'll wear denim, sleep in, kiss a lot and have a dog.
i'll drive you into town in my truck when you want, and i'll pick up the paper.
we'll build a library in our bedroom and our floors will creak louder than the weather vane on the roof.
things will be quiet most of the time, until we decide to spin records and dance.
no experience necessary. only requirement is that dirt under the nails needn't be a problem at times.
6 comments:
please take me.
no dirt under these nails, but there's lots of paint.
i'll start a lavender garden out back and we can catch fire flys in mason jars. we can stuff our faces with amazing food instead of kiss and ive already got half a library of books.
think about it.
jesus. kissing was IN the agreement. i already know how to make amazing food: rustic italian, fine french, greasy mexican. any other girls?
Glad you've finally realized the city's not where it's at. I moved to the outskirts of London and still find it too city-ish. But I'm your sister, so that would be very, very wrong. Maybe we can be neighbors?
the dog-owning, kissing, jean-wearing, dirt under the nails, library in the bedroom, dancing to loud music things all work for me but do i have to cut ties with my mama?
that would be difficult, i feel..
also, can there be gallons and gallons of wine?
not that i'm implying to do this i would need to be intoxicated all the time..
mama's are entirely welcome. gallons over gallons of wine are also welcome. ideally, the house would be situated on our winery, but that's more of a (lifelong) pipe-dream of mine. but, if my current wine collection continues to grow at this rate, a vineyard wouldn't be necessary.
Only if I can outline my body making crude gestures in paint on the wood floor......
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