| want to live in italy in a coral covered house with blue shutters and dried flowers lining the gate
I am moving far away to italy
and it will be charming and perfect and real
my doorway will be one foot off the ground and it will be on the outskirts of venice and youll have a little blue stepstool to get in and the doorbell will be windchimes and everything will be real
the inside with have 5 rooms all on the same floor with a small bedroom loft with a single bed with blue flower printed sheets
dried flower will hang from the wooden rafters and the whole house will smell exactly like heaven so everytime you climb into the loft you will lay down and know you are home
and it will be my home and whoever comes with me will lay next to me and know they are home too. with me. with the flowers. with the stepstool and everything that comes with it.
every evening in the backyard we will paint and talk and sip tea and say everything that has happened we want to happen or we know will happen and there will be no need for secrets or anyone else and every morning well go to market and get our days worth of food and sell our paintings and come home to our 5 room coral painted heaven home and eat and laugh and sit down and think about everything
and every night well be able to look out our blue shuttered window looking at the stars; every night is clear. well see that that is the only place we belong and that we can crawl right up with those stars in our blue flower printed bed and sleep. everything will feel whole and everything will be whole.
that is how every day will be for the rest of my entire life.
waking up to the feeling of sun pouring over us and sleeping with the joy flowing out of our eyes. |
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Hello. meh. im just kind of sitting around not doing anything. i worked this morning and i work at 3, and im supposed to be hanging out with people now, but i dont know if they know that. Im just bored. im gonna go listen to some music.
its been 278 days since i joined xanga. but i wont support them by going premium.
im such a butthead.
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Hah no one reads this ever. thats because it died. now im talking to myself in a vacant xanga. <3....
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| im sick of putting my heart into things and feeling like crap in the end. |
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