My idea of the perfect night right now is having friends over in a tiny house in the woods surrounded by plants and vines and trees. We’ll play music and drink wine out of jam jars and play drinking games and joke and laugh. Later, when everyone’s left and all the wine has been drunk, I’ll have loving, tender sex with someone I adore thoroughly and we’ll fall asleep listening to crickets and cicadas and such summer forest noises, equally drunk on wine and love.
i am no longer in a bad mood. i am wailing, i am hooting, i am screaming. baby kittens, man.
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