that I get to be creative every day for the rest of my life.
that my boyfriend and I are still cool bffs 70 years from now.
polar bears don’t go extinct.
more truly scary movies come out.
of publishing at least one book.
of being famous…or at least rubbing shoulders with even more famous people (since 148 = not enough).
that my teeth fall out.
of traveling the world with my loved ones.
I aspire to be
better than I am.
a happy and healthy mother (to possibly many children, all fabulously dressed).
excited to wake up 87 percent of the time, ready to conquer the day, in some way/shape/form.
someone people enjoy being around and writing letters to.
I wish I could
get my points across better.
live multiple lives.
pay off student loans faster.
adopt/save every cat out there.