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[onlyindreams]

i am in between jobs and in between schools and in between love. if i had it my way, i'd run off to washington, or vermont, someplace with a shore but windy, not heat-standing-still. i'd take you, and we'd take turns driving barefoot. and pull over and eat ice cream from a road-side truck stop. this grey area only exists here, the wind would blow it away on our way to wherever.

oh this romanticism is a sickness.