no longer a thing with walls of stone and windows of glass
Sometimes, I think I would be quite possibly one of the easiest people in the world to make happy.
There is a very small list of major things I want in life - to become a published author, to practise astrology professionally, to somehow pay a certain someone back for what they did for me (because I will never stop being grateful, even if they don’t have a goddamn clue), to move to England and have a house completely fucking overrun with books and cats - but really, for the most part? Almost everything else I would wish for is just…painfully simple.
I want to have long cracked-out conversations where I never ever have to watch what I say or check my words, because the other person knows what I’m going to say before I do anyway - conversations that no one else could follow, because they’re littered with inside jokes and we’re forever just finishing one another’s sentences. I want to sit at someone’s feet and listen to them talk for hours on end. I want to always have someone handy to pounce and glomp on, someone who doesn’t mind if I occasionally hijack their bed and sleep cuddled halfway on top of them, because sadly, that is how I roll. (Personal space? Me? Nevar. ♥) I want someone who’ll stay awake with me all night, talking and sitting outside to watch fireflies or listen to crickets. I want someone who’ll watch fireworks with me. (/lol Tsuna. e_______e;;;) I want someone who won’t laugh at me when I get it into my head to go playing in leafpiles come autumn, and who’ll be willing to indulge me and just join in instead. I want someone willing to indulge me when I get completely overexcited over silly things like glitter and Hello Kitty and stuffed animals and start flailing like crazy, too. I want to cram myself in the same chair as someone so we can both read out of the same book. I want someone who’ll pet my hair and play with it and not yell at me if I accidentally get them tangled in the damn mop. I want someone who can put up with me in general; someone both smart enough to know how to handle me and keep me calm, and strong enough to keep me in check and keep me from being dumb.
Mostly, at the end of the day, I just want to have someplace to go that actually feels like home.
This will never stop being true.
There is a very small list of major things I want in life - to become a published author, to practise astrology professionally, to somehow pay a certain someone back for what they did for me (because I will never stop being grateful, even if they don’t have a goddamn clue), to move to England and have a house completely fucking overrun with books and cats - but really, for the most part? Almost everything else I would wish for is just…painfully simple.
I want to have long cracked-out conversations where I never ever have to watch what I say or check my words, because the other person knows what I’m going to say before I do anyway - conversations that no one else could follow, because they’re littered with inside jokes and we’re forever just finishing one another’s sentences. I want to sit at someone’s feet and listen to them talk for hours on end. I want to always have someone handy to pounce and glomp on, someone who doesn’t mind if I occasionally hijack their bed and sleep cuddled halfway on top of them, because sadly, that is how I roll. (Personal space? Me? Nevar. ♥) I want someone who’ll stay awake with me all night, talking and sitting outside to watch fireflies or listen to crickets. I want someone who’ll watch fireworks with me. (/lol Tsuna. e_______e;;;) I want someone who won’t laugh at me when I get it into my head to go playing in leafpiles come autumn, and who’ll be willing to indulge me and just join in instead. I want someone willing to indulge me when I get completely overexcited over silly things like glitter and Hello Kitty and stuffed animals and start flailing like crazy, too. I want to cram myself in the same chair as someone so we can both read out of the same book. I want someone who’ll pet my hair and play with it and not yell at me if I accidentally get them tangled in the damn mop. I want someone who can put up with me in general; someone both smart enough to know how to handle me and keep me calm, and strong enough to keep me in check and keep me from being dumb.
Mostly, at the end of the day, I just want to have someplace to go that actually feels like home.
This will never stop being true.