it's going to be a big house. not too big though, i don't like houses with rooms without purpose. i'm a big fan of purpose. if i have something, there's going to be a reason for it. it's going to be victorian style. with a tower. it'll be peach, with white shutters. and a porch. that wraps around half of the house. and there will be a yard. i like yards. i don't care much about the kitchen. i can't really cook after all. but the bedrooms will have so many windows. windows everywhere. it will be full of light. with bright, happy colors. because it will be a happy place. except for one room. one room will be dark and romantic. with red walls and mahogany wood. it shall be full of books. the walls will be shelves. and there will be leather couches. one day i will die peacefully in that room while my husband fixes me some tea and Holden Caulfield is catching children on the pages in my hands.
this is my dream. wholly unrealistic. but i must dream of it, or else i fear i would lose my sanity.