plans.
i don’t even want stability or an apartment to rent out or evening gowns or pro bono cases. i just want to live in a car and take showers every other day and have the internet. i just want to go places and keep going until i run out of places to go and i know it won’t be romantic. it’ll be hard and terrible and money to run everywhere will be fucking hard to find, but i just want my life to be lived and not had.




