“i’ve hung my happiness on what it all could be.
and what it all could be.
what it all, what it all could be.”
i want to be a self-taught botanist.
i want to acquire a bicycle and ride it through pigeon-laden parks.
i want to learn latte art for that tiny moment of satisfaction in the morning, before i destroy the design with light brown sugar and a reckless spoon.
i want to bring the biggest bag of peanuts to st. james’s park and entice the brave squirrels to take the treats from my bare hands.
i want to paint one thing i’m proud of.
i want to smile at strangers, and not be quick with judgements.
i want to look out from a hot air balloon in cappadocia.
i want to successfully compost on my fifth-floor balcony.
i want to collect paper mâché cat-shaped trinket boxes.
i want to use less, think more, breathe slowly, climb higher, venture further, listen carefully, remember everything. i want to remember every single moment.
my favorite faded fantasy.
lovingly borrowed from ben and viv’s travels blog