moving out.

(via upon the mountain top)

at the end of this year i have a choice to make : move in with my dad, move in with my mum or move out. and the third option right now sounds oh so appealing. viv is the only person i could ever imagine moving out with, shes like my little sister and if we ever fight we'd be over it in two seconds flat.

i just keep imagining this empty, uncluttered living room with minimal possesions (because we'll be poor uni students) with just a bookshelf filled with literature, manga and arthouse films. A lone vinyl player with a copy of the smiths playing on repeat. a pantry stocked with nothing except for 2 minute noodles and tuna. a fridge stacked with beer, red bull and diet coke. a white wall filled with quotations written in colored chalk and black & white photographs of paris. a bedroom with one of those thin wire portable racks that you get from ikea and a matress on the floor. a veranda with one of those old chairs and table, one with a vintage ashtray in the middle with several cigarette butts that have been extinguished and a line of beer bottles on the ledge from the night before. ah i cant wait!