i love

[overrrdramatics]

the way my living room looks with the tree lit.
and the way the light glares on my new glasses.

i'm craving a pack of vanilla cloves and the craving gets worse with the increased wind.
i want the smell and taste of them in casing me but they are no where to be found.

mostly i am just aching for some sort of freedom in some
way
shape
or form
but i am unable to find it?

ludicrous.