I've been using the word "die" a lot lately..
turns out-I've been thinking about it more.
Not in the morbid "I want death" sort of way.
It is just death and I want to think about it.

So I've thought of a way I'd like to go-
I will start the day renting the loveliest bike I can find. Wearing butterfly wings and a crown I will pedal away-preferable towards the ocean; stopping here and there to pick up things and put them in my basket. I might stop at a cafe and get some form of delectable chocolate and sip a hot tea. back on my bicycle I will cruise for hours. I may put a transitional radio tuned to the classical station on my handlebars. I'll tell my whole life story out loud. People on the street will hear bits and pieces. I'll wave and smile and cry and laugh.

what I'd like to be wearing

I want to die in this.

A few things..

that would make me more carefree..happier.

Live in a tree house.. Surviving off wine and crackers.

Build a raft, float it down the river.

Live in a tent in California. Use money that could have been used for rent to buy food.

Walk across the world until something happens, someone stops me, or I die.

what I'd like to be wearing

so I feel like being fancy.

Adventure lust

I'm in that restless mood that I usually get in...
But lately I've been longing for a companion to venture with.
Is there really no one dreams of getting away?
No one who longs to live out of a backpack?
Campfires to cook our food and to sleep around at night.

I will live through the places I go.
They will call me Alaska
Call me the ocean
Salty postcards carried to your ear
By the breeze itself.
say I wish you were here
And
I’m doing just fine.

YES

I think this movie might just blow all our minds.