dreams of sunny skies

I want to dye my hair bubblegum pink, wear washed out clothes and laugh at the sea. I want to ride a rusty old bike to school without caring. I want to talk to the masses about how no one is normal, and how that makes everyone it. I want to play hide and seek in a field of dandelions, drink lemonade and climb high up in trees. I want to blow soap-bubbles on top of a roof at three in the morning, and spend the rest of the night under a tattered old blanket with your fair hair tickling my forehead as we sleep. I want to wear high heels and throw them in the air when my feet hurt, and I want you to carry me home. I want to wear rubber-boots in the woods while we pick blueberries. I want to stretch my arms far out to the sides while running down a hillside to see if it feels like flying. I want to make the dandelion-seeds flow in the wind like magic. I want to write "best friend ever" on your forehead with a permanent marker.

what do you want to do?

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Postat av: Evan

Sorry for creeping your blog but I'm missing home and I needed something to bring me back for awhile, and quite a bit of that has turned more then a little sour. This one made me happy and I very much appreciate that, thanks.

2010-09-03 @ 05:00:00

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