Must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. no specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required but would prefer a warm spirited non racist. cynics, critics, pessimists, and “stick in the muds” need not apply. must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, james taylor, and sleeping/waking up late. i have a loud laugh, eerily soft hands, and a preternatural love of autumn. i once found $20 and donated it to charity. I don't eat peanut butter or anything purple. i wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark, and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. all i want is butterfly kisses in the morning, jelly sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.
I want to take a roadtrip. i want to get out of here and head somewhere with no plan in mind. just me, my car, and some music. i don't care where i go but i want to get in my car and just go-fast so i can feel the breeze.
i want to write stories on scraps of receipts that i've collected. and give them away to strangers that don't even look at me twice. but they carry a part of me, on that little receipt for a cheesburger.
i want to go to music festivals and dance with beautiful people who have nothing more in mind than to move and sway and feel the music and the waves of song being tossed around the air and crashing down onto our heads.
i want to visit landmarks and hear stories of all the people that once lived there, until they faded away into memory. leaving nothing but an artifact and a simple faint smell of their existence.
i want to fall in love with someone for just a day and for the rest of our lives we will always have that one day to look back on and remember that we are total strangers, but for that one day we were the world to each other. we will stay in bed and do nothing but caress and feel and hear and say anything and everything that comes into our minds because for that one day, nothing matters but you.
i want to say that this moment will just be another story
i want moments to tell stories about
it's 5 o'clock in the morning
the conversation got boring
you said you're going to bed soon
so I snuck off to your bedroom
and I thought i'd just wait there
until I heard you come up the stairs
and I pretended I was sleeping
and I was hoping you would creep in...
its like screaming
and no one can hear
you almost feel ashamed
that someone could be that important
and without them you feel like nothing
no one will ever understand how much it hurts
you feel hopeless
but nothing can save you
and when it's over
and it's gone
you almost wish, that you could have all that bad stuff back
so you could have the good
I'm not looking for grandiose measures of tireless affection.
I want to be rooted in your deep voice.
I want reassurance that if I run, you'll chase me with the legs that seem twice as long as mine.
A love that is quiet as it is loud.
That shakes my entire belief in the will of another's heart
I want to know how many scars you have
how you stretch when you first wake up
I want to see how you smile when you look at me
how your back curves just so
how your fingers touch my side
and sting, just enough to feel nice
how your chest is warm
and how you move when you sleep
I want to feel your figure
and memorize your thoughts
so I can lose all my time
just thinking of you
Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you, Mickey
Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey
Don't break my heart, Mickey
