Life As A House | George: I always thought of myself as a house. I was always what I lived in. It didn't need to be big. It didn't even need to be beautiful. It just needed to be mine. I became what I was meant to be. I built myself a life. I built myself a house.
|I will have this; end of story.|
|scrabble in bed is my specialty.|
|Let's make these together.|
|i just wanna live in a tree house with you.|
|I promise you, this will be my home.|
|take me there.|
|a man's touch.|
|left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul.|
|let's hit the sac.|
|spiral into love.|
Where i've been. Better yet—where i'm going.