three october
eleven : forty-three p.m.

i want it to be autumn seven months out of the year and i want to ride a bike and fly a kite at the same time and i want to be singing along to new songs and old songs in a room or a car full of half strangers half acquaintences and i want to take more baths and i want a big grassy lawn with shade (for reading) and sun (for napping) and i want someone who i can be comfortable with no matter what.