i want a house like thumbelina's,
all white lace & pink cakes,
tables made out of toadstools,
& enough room to fit my stuffed animals.

i want an apartment on roosevelt island,
with peeling paint & creaky floorboards,
perpetually dirty windows,
such little space it feels automatically like home.

i want to own the biggest library you can think of.
i want to sleep on a mattress on the floor.

i want a boy who will
put an end to all my daydreaming of barcelona & bold adventures,
agree to not-marry me,
whisper words into my mouth like they mean salvation.

i want to gogogo.

a/n: because idgaf what my advisor says, these plans own getting into notre dame.

(oh & title comes from an andrew bird song.)