I want to get matching tattoos with my boyfriend. (I want to marry him too.)
I want to live in Portland, at least through a winter (or twelve) so I know whether I really love it as much as I think I do.
I want to cook all my meals in naught but an apron.
I want to have a white-board wall kitchen so I can always write down that silly shit I’ll never remember
I (think) I want a child. But right now, I just wish I could see my little brother more.
I want to live in a home I own, and I want to decorate it from the ground up.
Orange, Yellow, White, and Gray.
I want someone to explain the difference between Grey and Gray. I find myself using them interchangeably.
I want to get my wisdom teeth wrenched out of my face, and I want my teeth to be straight like they used to be. Fuck you, crowding.
I want my little sister to find what she’s happy doing.
I want to figure that out for myself as well.
I want the hair to grow out of my head the color I dye it.
I want to be happier with the blonde that grows out of my head.
I want to never see the sun again.
I want to live on a sun-soaked island.
I want to never worry about cancer, about disease.
I want my family to eat vegan the way I wish they would, so I never have to worry about cancer, about disease.
I want Americans to get over Fast Food and stop giving themselves heart disease.
I want to learn (better) French.
I want to live in Paris.
I want to live in the city.
I want to live in the country.
Want want want.
Who doesn’t want more than they can provide themselves?