by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

I want a tattoo, I want a few more holes in my ears. I want to travel the world, and I want to wear a dress even if I’m not going anywhere special. I want to be tall enough to kiss the stars, but small enough to crawl in bed and stay there for days. I want to read tons of books, but I want to stay out late sometimes. I want to make mistakes. I want to spend a whole year speaking another language. I want to write a book that no one is ever going to read. I want to write letters that I’m never going to send and I want to keep them under the bed until I forget about them. I want to start over a few times before I get it right. I want to accept my imperfections. I want to dye my hair two different colours and I want to let myself be sad. I want to stand on top of Mount Everest and remember what it felt like to stand there for the very first time.