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Oh apartment, oh apartment.
I have really, really high hopes for you. I don't want to pressure you into being something you aren't meant to be, but I see so much potential in you.
Your walls will be white, and your windowsills teeming and alive with green plants. Your furniture will be simple. Your curtains will be light and always open to the breeze.
Cupboards full of hand-thrown mugs and plates and bowls.
A drawing table underneath a sunny window.
A reading chair.
A bed cozy with comforters and pillows.
A simple kitchen table hidden in the corner, pulled out for meals and mugs of chai tea with friends.
A bowl always filled with fruit.
A string of white Christmas lights across the ceiling.
Tomorrow I will paint the ugly gray away.
I will fill you so full of reiki and magic.
Your walls will crawl with spells.
A home, a sanctuary, a den, a nest, a garden.
Key to freedom.
I have really, really high hopes for you. I don't want to pressure you into being something you aren't meant to be, but I see so much potential in you.
Your walls will be white, and your windowsills teeming and alive with green plants. Your furniture will be simple. Your curtains will be light and always open to the breeze.
Cupboards full of hand-thrown mugs and plates and bowls.
A drawing table underneath a sunny window.
A reading chair.
A bed cozy with comforters and pillows.
A simple kitchen table hidden in the corner, pulled out for meals and mugs of chai tea with friends.
A bowl always filled with fruit.
A string of white Christmas lights across the ceiling.
Tomorrow I will paint the ugly gray away.
I will fill you so full of reiki and magic.
Your walls will crawl with spells.
A home, a sanctuary, a den, a nest, a garden.
Key to freedom.