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rar. ilovehimilovehimilovehim. but i need to like, you know, not. :p
...and at some point, I'd like to live in Houston, in the Heights. And have an art car. I want a little slightly run down house with cracked linoleum kitchen and bathroom floors and wood floors eerywhere else that need to be refinished. A crumbling stone stepped front porch and a broken screen front door. Tattoos and too thin. PJ pants and mulberry stained lips. Oil paints drying in the warm sun and a big sweater to wrap myself up in when the world is a little too big and fast