Mar 25
i need to be opav MJ’s tradwife so fuckin bad…….
#let’s meet for the first time when he’s in texas and fuck in that nasty alcoholic motel room and smoke on the bed when we’re done#and then he keeps calling and talking at night when he’s alone and missing owen#and then i don’t hear from him for weeks until he calls from a payphone and gives me an address in north dakota#or somewhere#not expecting me to show up but i do#and then we get married etc etc etc#there’s something so fascinating to me about#those quick to happen marriages that seemed to be so much more common in that era#and then what happens for the rest of your life? after that?#i’m so obsessed with the 60s and 70s#and deep politics but that’s not even really a factor in this self indulgent little fantasy i’ve built#i want to lounge on the porch of our farmhouse with him#reading aloud with his head in my lap#until a dark car with blacked-out windows pulls up our driveway. he tenses#hands going to an empty waistband#he’s wearing the wifebeater and belted work slacks and boots#FARMERS TAN#meposting
