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my house in Scatterbrain

  • July 19, 2018, 10:20 p.m.
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when I grow up this is the house I want- I want a yellow house with a light pink door and shutters and vines growing all around certain places. I want a crazy garden in front of my house with wildflowers and random plants. In my lawn I’m going to water it so it’s really green but I want overmow it, I like it when grass is long and cushiony. Also I’m not going to kill the dandelionsthag grow. I don’t want a dryer, I think I’m going to hand up my clothes on a line with clothespins. On the inside of my house I want wood floors in the rooms that aren’t bedrooms and bathrooms. I want it to be a pretty light grayish brown wood and I want there to be pretty colorful rugs everywhere. In my kitchen I want the there to be swings at the bar instead of chairs. I want the cupboards to be painted different colors and there to be colorful cups and plates and bowls inside. I want potted flowers and cactuses everywhere. There’s gonna be tons of spices and fruit and everything I need to cook and bake. I’m going to have a wood table with a bright tablecloth and pretty flowers. In my living room I want swings and vintage chairs and a fireplace. It will also be filled with all of my instruments. I hope I’m still collecting and painting ukulele and I can decorate my house with them. My stairs will be painted pastel rainbow on the front part and instead of walking down the stairs I want a slide. I want a lot of kids when I grow up. I want to foster and/or adopt. I don’t think I’ll get married even though I love the idea of it I just can’t picture with someone. It’s like I want it and the thought of it makes me happy but I’ve never even had s crush and I’m 15, maybe that will change. But right now I don’t think I’m going to get anywhere close marriage or relationships.


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