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I forgot this tumblr existed still, huh

I wish to live in a cabin near the sea, wood floors that creek & concrete steps that are stippled with moss. Walls that bend when you lean into them deep within thought. Hallways that feel never ending as I walk down them, hungover from the hour before, seeing the light creep from under the doors, shut tight but unsealed. Windows that appear cracked but keep the rain and the salt outside, & a cork top roof always to be fixed but never replaced. Abiding the thoughts of this as home, an imperfectly perfect loneliness that will never take a toll. I’ll accept & adore all the flaws as they come. Knowing the the seams of each plank are slowly falling apart, I wish to simply do the same. & be one with its decaying art.