every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor
lots to look forward to
thats a lot of responsibility.
I want to collect a lot of travels, I want a fat little dog named Gimli, I want hair down to my knees. I want to live in a little fixer-upper in Little Italy, or an old cottage on farmland with a sheepfold full of alpacas. I want daughters who can survive in the wild and sons who can write beautiful poetry. I want to watch my fiance’s face grow old and wrinkled and ever more like his father’s. I want to cook like a French farmwife, knit like a Welsh granny, and look like a Vermeer. I want to swim naked in glacier lakes and play my banjo on the tops of mountains.