Wednesday, June 4, 2014


I want to move to New York City and have pink hair, not punk pink - more like a beautiful pinterest pink, and marry a good musician with cool eyes and strong hands who makes delicate little bird houses in his spare time. We'll laugh and dance on rooftop bars and he'll love when I wear flower crowns and I'll write stories and make clothes and he'll make music...and bird cages and we will live in a city that never sleeps with lights and skyscrapers and good bagels and stories around each every corner.

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