THE HOUSE.

houses are around before we inhabit them.

they set the scene for the act.

pemberley, southerton, mansfield...

ahhhh ahahhhhhhhhehehhhh (sorry i'm listening to sleepyhead and singing along)

cue super grandi part in the middle of the song...

my house is an attic.

i always describe it as such..

its like... this adorable mash-up of items my mother cares about... slash finds beautiful...

theres lots of skeleton keys...

renaissance art and waterhouse paintings..

warm and golden tones...

our couches don't match one bit.

we USE an antique oil lamp and candles at night to actually guide us to our destination.

we have one shower.

i live in the corner.

i live in the corner of a corner...

on the corner of filbert and saltzman my bedroom (haha theres an ant on my keyboard... now on my finger! )

i live there.

my bed is in the corner of my corner room.

i have 2 windows.

on either side of me bed.

my bedroom is very cold because of this.

when i was younger i had a relationship of fear with a tree outside of my window.

there is a witches face that can be observed at night in winter. when the branches are bare.

i like to leave my curtains open.

because dark branches against open sky is one definition of beauty... and i want to be familiar with all definitions of beauty.

when i was all ages i like to enjoy the swirl of cars on my walls.

cars drive down saltzman and the lights begin on my north wall... they move slowly towards down the west wall and speed up as they near the south.

then the car is gone.

it doesn't look so much as light on my wall as it is the effect of light on my trees and bushes outside...

i have trees that swirl on my walls.

branches.

like i said bare branches against a night sky are a definition of beauty.

but there is also the facsimile of branches shadows upon my wall.

There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
But with a little girl, and by my spouse,
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave,
But to provide for mine who ask
I will, with heart, on my father's grave

On my father's grave
(On your father's grave)

I don't mean to seem like I
Care about material things,
Like a social status,
I just want
Four walls and adobe slats
For my girls