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I want to graduate, first of all, and leave my parents' house sooner rather than later. I want to move someplace in a city that is wide and warm and loves me- I think there are a few different places in the world where I could live and be happy, and I want to try all of them, one by one. I want a few little rooms that I can fill with myself, my words, my music, the things and people that I love. I want pictures and colours. I want to be in a band. I want to write books and stories and nothings. I want to buy a bicycle and ride it on the streets in summer. I want asphalt and old trees. I want to sing. I want late nights spent drinking and late mornings spent dreaming. I want to read about UFOs and poets who lived beautiful lives. I want to wake up at 3AM and hear people making art in the living room. I want to be a librarian, the cool kind that helps kids find the good books their parents don't want them to read. I want a kite. I want to wake up next to somebody who makes me feel safe and strong and happy. I want to hang Chinese lanterns up to catch the wind and nail a horseshoe to my door for luck. I want to dance secret sacred dances in the dark and I want to watch my shadow spin under streetlights. I want to be in and around groups of people who know what it's like to lie in the grass and count the stars. I want paint under my fingernails. I want at least two cats and already have names picked out (Schrodinger and Desperate-For-A-Shag-Giles, Schrodie and Giles for short). I want to be brave. I want more ink and metal in my body, more dye in my hair. I want change, sunshine, rainy days, graffiti bright as bits of wrapping paper. I want to walk down the street and smell bread baking. I want to be the kind of person I'd like to hang out with.
I want to do great things, and I don't want to compromise.
I want a park with flowers in it.