The wildest thing about time is that I see it coming.
I dream of having my own apartment someday, decorated corner to corner by me, myself and I. I see it as a cozy, homely place where amazing things will happen. It will be a home not only to me but to my friends, who will probably like it way more than wherever they’re living.
It’ll be my little spot in the world.
My music will be my soundtrack.
I won’t own two of the same mug. I don’t do that set thing. Every mug will have a story.
I’ll have really cool coffee table books.
Pillows and blankets will be in abundance, heaped in corners next to piles of books and collecting a musky smell that I will come to love.
It’ll be marvelous.
When my heart is ready to burst, when the world spins in reverse, I’ll keep running to the place where I belong. –Running, James Bay
Oh, and fairy lights! I’ll have fairy lights!