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you are both lovely. -boy
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I want to adopt a big dog and move to a state somewhere. I don't care which one, as long as it has deserts and Dr. Pepper. I will hang out with people who don't finish my sentences for me or make cynical remarks about democracy. I will give my dog a really awesome name, like Smee, and we can give each other meaningful looks when we run into someone who starts monologuing about the hypocrisy of American foreign policy.
I will stop getting my hair cut and spend the money on things that I need, like interesting teapots and subscriptions to non-pretentious design magazines. I'll take Smee out on joyrides and skinny dip in bodies of water that supposedly belong to other people, just to prove that there are some things you can't own. I'll tear down the highway with just my dripping wet underwear on and red, red lipstick.
-I might start being honest, so I don't have to spend so much time doing things I don't want to do. I will buy a real fixer-upper, so I can spend Saturday afternoons out in my garage measuring two-by-fours in a pair of jeans that smell like furniture polish. I will take everything out of a room, sand the walls until they feel slick under my fingertips, and paint the whole thing in one afternoon. There is nothing I like more than standing in an empty room that smells like fresh paint, I will tell Smee, and he will give me that look. I'll wait a few days before moving anything back in, but when I do it won't be hard, since I am of the opinion that all you really need is a good couch. That and a reputable plumber.
-Night is when I'll make tea, the good kind, and stay as quiet as possible so as not to interrupt the cicadas. Maybe I'll find a place next to a river, so I can hear the water moving out in the dark. Even Smee will respect the sanctity of these moments. He will lie next to me on the porch and protect me from all the things I can't see. We'll bless the night, and think about all the things in our hearts that we don't take out during the day, all the things that no one ever sees, take them out slowly and lay them out for God to either raise up or kill stone dead.
-I might start being honest, so I don't have to spend so much time doing things I don't want to do. I will buy a real fixer-upper, so I can spend Saturday afternoons out in my garage measuring two-by-fours in a pair of jeans that smell like furniture polish. I will take everything out of a room, sand the walls until they feel slick under my fingertips, and paint the whole thing in one afternoon. There is nothing I like more than standing in an empty room that smells like fresh paint, I will tell Smee, and he will give me that look. I'll wait a few days before moving anything back in, but when I do it won't be hard, since I am of the opinion that all you really need is a good couch. That and a reputable plumber.
-Night is when I'll make tea, the good kind, and stay as quiet as possible so as not to interrupt the cicadas. Maybe I'll find a place next to a river, so I can hear the water moving out in the dark. Even Smee will respect the sanctity of these moments. He will lie next to me on the porch and protect me from all the things I can't see. We'll bless the night, and think about all the things in our hearts that we don't take out during the day, all the things that no one ever sees, take them out slowly and lay them out for God to either raise up or kill stone dead.
