I hate it when people assume my need to move out is based on a craving to perform unfulfilling coitus, galavant in the night, or feed into the pressure of that classic Saturday morning hangover. No. I want to create my own feminine space. I want my own sacred china collection..1/

. I want to make mistakes in my kitchen w/o judgement. I want to vogue sway with a fat glass of wine in my hand to Luther Vandross playing from a record player I bought at a price my father would frown upon...2/

I want to read fiction on a Sunday morning & order in because I haven’t felt like cooking in 3 days. I want to mold my home workspace as I like w/o interference. I want to set some mood lighting, play smooth jazz & meditate w/o destruction..3/

I want enough space to throw a fit & throw a shoe when work is a mess. I want to grow my veggie garden & watch it die because I suck at it. I want to keep toxic relatives out of my personal space. I want to eat oats at 1am bcz I took an unnecessary nap & now I’m an insomniac..4/

I want to spend all my money on bath gels & geometric candle holders I’ll never use. I just want my own space to express myself in every way imaginable. Simple. https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="👸🏽" title="Princess (medium skin tone)" aria-label="Emoji: Princess (medium skin tone)">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="💫" title="Dizzy symbol" aria-label="Emoji: Dizzy symbol">...5/5