She's barefoot, in panties and a t-shirt just dancing around, hair flouncing, singing God Don't Make Lonely Girls at the top of her lungs. It's... adorable, and just- I think I get what she's doing.
She's crafting her own perfect little world, everything she dreamed of as a twenty something, what she wanted for her life. The dusty wood floors, the fieldstone cottage in the redwood forest, the record player and old stereo, with every album she could want on vinyl. Chickens and Herb Garden in the yard.
I'm glad she realises she deserves to be happy, even if just in our little world in our head.
She's crafting her own perfect little world, everything she dreamed of as a twenty something, what she wanted for her life. The dusty wood floors, the fieldstone cottage in the redwood forest, the record player and old stereo, with every album she could want on vinyl. Chickens and Herb Garden in the yard.
I'm glad she realises she deserves to be happy, even if just in our little world in our head.
