up the cazootie

I have an unhealthy obsession with: being barefoot, cuddling, hugs, blowing bubbles, going on adventures, oversized clothes, kisses, cowboy boots, grassy fields, photographs, catnaps, all-nighters, smell of sunscreen, lumberjack plaid, love piles, drive in theaters, french music, drive in movies, Banksy, catching fireflies, summer nights, torrential downpours, butterflies in my stomach, sky high heels, abandoned castles, unicorns, belly laughs, wildflower headbands, magic forests, going on my roof, deep heart-to-hearts, old Disney movies, road trips, ______ in the rain, perfect days, embarrassing pictures, picnics, vintage, holding hands, NYC, attack hugs, late nights out, grilled cheese, pressed flowers, catching leaves, manhunt, being wanderlust, swing sets, well derssed boys, dimples, squishy cheeks, old spice, kitties, red lipstick, leather jackets, exuding sexual energy, flirting, getting tucked in, spiral staircases, mattress sliding, suspenders, star gazing, high-waisted things, coloring, my fantasies, loud music, strobe lights, bonfires, sleeping in cars, corduroys, playing in sprinklers, creme brulee, jew fros, waking up because of the sun, frosting, being loved, freckles, "beauty spots", lockets, midnight snacks, taking walks at three in the moring, late night diner escapades, not wearing pants, partying it up, and building forts. Sometimes the only person I can turn to is tumblr, and boys and my friends make up the rest of my life.
everything else is irrelevant.