neveroddoreven

Want

brookebutler:

dearimaginaryfriend:

geometricity:

walruskungfu:

I don’t like being asked what I want in life. What I want to do, where i want to go. Cos when people ask me, I stop and stutter and say nothing I really actually mean. Possibly because I haven’t actually decided where i want to be ten years from now.

I want big city lights and small town closeness.
I want a sky high loft, with the best technologies and modern design.
I want a musty cabin made out of wood and brick, with taxidermy and mono photos decorating the walls.
I want busy streets and people everywhere.
I want a secret quiet place to hide from humanity.
I want constant motion, a restless place that never stops moving.
I want complete and utter stillness, a place with no sound.
I want rickety fire escapes and a secure panic room.
I want screaming riffing hooligans who wear tight pants.
I want soft, handsome boy-men in peacoats and old fashioned head-wear.
I want something to do that’s just up the way, and whenever i’m bored i just take a short walk to get there.
I want finding things to do hard to come by, forcing me to find entertainment in myself.
I want a Victorian mansion with flowered wallpaper and incredibly high ceilings.
I want a tiny warm apartment, with my friends just across the hall, ready to emerge with a raw chicken on their heads and salute a shimmy.
I want a big family.
I don’t want kids.
I want there to always be someone who won’t mind if i want to hug the love out of them.
I want there to always be someone who won’t mind if i take my frustration about the day on them.

I want to be happy.
Happy happy happy that’s all i really need. I want to be doing things that i genuinely love doing, i want to be with people who i really do love, i want to be somewhere where i feel like i fit and know what i’m doing.

Is that too much to ask?

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the good part is.. i think i’m starting to figure out at least the tiniest fraction of this.

brookebutler:

dearimaginaryfriend:

geometricity:

walruskungfu:

I don’t like being asked what I want in life. What I want to do, where i want to go. Cos when people ask me, I stop and stutter and say nothing I really actually mean. Possibly because I haven’t actually decided where i want to be ten years from now.

I want big city lights and small town closeness.
I want a sky high loft, with the best technologies and modern design.
I want a musty cabin made out of wood and brick, with taxidermy and mono photos decorating the walls.
I want busy streets and people everywhere.
I want a secret quiet place to hide from humanity.
I want constant motion, a restless place that never stops moving.
I want complete and utter stillness, a place with no sound.
I want rickety fire escapes and a secure panic room.
I want screaming riffing hooligans who wear tight pants.
I want soft, handsome boy-men in peacoats and old fashioned head-wear.
I want something to do that’s just up the way, and whenever i’m bored i just take a short walk to get there.
I want finding things to do hard to come by, forcing me to find entertainment in myself.
I want a Victorian mansion with flowered wallpaper and incredibly high ceilings.
I want a tiny warm apartment, with my friends just across the hall, ready to emerge with a raw chicken on their heads and salute a shimmy.
I want a big family.
I don’t want kids.
I want there to always be someone who won’t mind if i want to hug the love out of them.
I want there to always be someone who won’t mind if i take my frustration about the day on them.

I want to be happy.
Happy happy happy that’s all i really need. I want to be doing things that i genuinely love doing, i want to be with people who i really do love, i want to be somewhere where i feel like i fit and know what i’m doing.

Is that too much to ask?

—

the good part is.. i think i’m starting to figure out at least the tiniest fraction of this.

Things That I've Done

(via stayfrosty)

Graduated High School.
Kissed someone.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Been dumped.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid).
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.
Been sailing.
Cut yourself.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Had detention.
Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.
Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for American/Australian Idol.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Wondered about your sexuality.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Your parents sent you to a shrink.
Been handcuffed.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.
Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.