benefits of living in a lighthouse
- no fake friends, just real friends (the only ones who’ll come out to your godforsaken lighthouse to hang)
- lots of stairs so u dont need a gym membership
- when u look out the window and sigh mournfully it’s Cinematic Depression not just regular depression
- minimum requirements: 1 large dog, 17 cable-knit sweaters, 1 mysterious but tragic past, 2 pair fingerless wool gloves
- increased likelihood of mermaid encounters
- effortless windswept look, complemented by soft lantern glow
- free salt scrub
i want to be in a beautiful bright apartment in paris listening to edith piaf records and eating pastries with the love of my life
"I want to sit on a rooftop in Paris with a bottle of cheap wine in hand, while we would stare at the sight in front of us. Taking in the sounds of people chatting at a local cafe downstairs, while the smell of croissants and bitter coffee fill the air."
