Oh you know, sometimes I like to just read about good men, with a set of morals that make me weak in the knees, and fly with the bees.
And staring into nothing and listening to music like a teenager.
Sometimes I imagine the way that my ex boyfriend’s may have missed me.
I often deliver random lectures to empty rooms that are full of imaginary friends.
I stay up too late, and I think that somehow if I fall asleep then I will miss a chance to fall in love.
I like to look at men.
Sometimes when I hear a car outside of my window, I still hope it’s you, and you changed your mind.
One of the main reasons I became a vegetarian is so that I can go to a farm and guiltlessly admire all the animals with their big ‘ol eyes.
Impulse buy(s) + internet = selling shoes I have never worn. This is something I am on the fence about.
Green grapes please.
Storage boxes. Omg. Storage. Boxes. O. M. G.
Braless and flawless.
Listening to traffic noises. But not ambulances or firetrucks, but if I hear one, I like to say a prayer.
Looking at my dog’s face. He has a thousand and one expressions. He is a human.