postthesmiles:

this one goes out to the housey. the one and only e 9th street. the best house EVER. Not cause of the squeaky floors, or the toilet that was kinda off the hinges and fell if you sat on it funny, or the creepy bugs that would find their way in to our kitchen (ew). This house is so much more than a house. it was like a friendship, a best friend that never let me down, always knew just the perfect ways to comfort me. I miss the porch the most, my huge blank canvas that i would create many art pieces on. chalk art and kindness were my weapons of choice. blue psychedelic lights on the palm tree and flamingos on the porch. this house was a growing experience, learned a lot loved a lot. I miss the chalk board sticker that always cute funny notes on it, the wall heater in the bathroom that kept the toilet seat warm( ah-maz-ing!), THE ARIZONA ROOM.. oh my gosh the arizona room, also known as the shit room.. aka STORAGE.. that beautifully trashed az room. i will forever remember this cute homey cupcake smelling house. best house evvva