It may be the season...the waiting for spring...but I find myself full of desires lately. I am longing to:
--grow violets on my windowsill
--take long baths in the middle of the day
--write a novella
--rollerskate on my lunch break
--kiss someone until the sun comes up on our swollen lips
--have a secret to keep
--wear dangerous lipstick
--start a lifelong correspondence with someone so that when we are gone our letters will be left for others to gasp and wonder over
--cut my hair
--dance in the moonlight
--catch some rainwater
--languish on a divan
--buy some reeeeeally high heels
--drink mead and tell stories
--meet a tall dark stranger
For now I'll have to be satisfied with buying a new pair of glasses...fucking compromises.
--grow violets on my windowsill
--take long baths in the middle of the day
--write a novella
--rollerskate on my lunch break
--kiss someone until the sun comes up on our swollen lips
--have a secret to keep
--wear dangerous lipstick
--start a lifelong correspondence with someone so that when we are gone our letters will be left for others to gasp and wonder over
--cut my hair
--dance in the moonlight
--catch some rainwater
--languish on a divan
--buy some reeeeeally high heels
--drink mead and tell stories
--meet a tall dark stranger
For now I'll have to be satisfied with buying a new pair of glasses...fucking compromises.