I am laughing so hard right now, to be honest.

Subject: I want to be able to

…wake up one morning, head to my front porch and just paint all day. 
It doesn’t really matter what I paint, or who I paint, as long as I have a brush in one hand and a palette in the other. And as I move my hand freely across this huge, white canvas, I receive a hug from the back. A long, sincere hug from someone I deeply care for.

But I continue painting, and so to get my attention, he gently lifts a few strands of my hair, plays with them for a while, and brushes his lips across the back of my neck.

And when he sees he has finally succeeded, he sits on a small stool, grabs his guitar, and plays absolutely glorious music. ;~;

I want the guitar red lolololjk. 

But then one string loosens and he gets a deep cut on the finger. And he’ll be like, “Oh sh*t.”But I’ll be like, “Sh*t? What is sh*t? I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it from somewhere” because my life is too perfect for me to even remember what cussing’s like.

LMAO OK I'LL STOP BEFORE THIS GETS ANY WORSE 

Labels: old work, weird since birth