i want to dye my hair and lose ten pounds and straighten my teeth and be the girl of your dreams. i want to be beautiful and imposing but friendly and loving. i want to be cool and kind and mysterious and lovely. i want to kiss you in the backseat and write you poems and leave you in the morning. i want to be magical and wonderful and better, better, something un-me.
Each time somebody buys something from Aimee's redbubble, Thomas Jefferson's hair gets a little bit bigger,