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My first entry in 2018, yikes
2/16 , because it's my special day!
Do you know what you're saying?
If yes, tell me how you do it.
What are the right words and when is the right time to use them?
Do you know there are consequences for when we make mistakes?
I'm afraid of artists. I don't see how they draw with purpose and paint it with purpose and do it all with such confidence. I can't draw a fucking circle without erasing the whole fucking thing at least ten times.
What goes on in your head? How do you see me? In lines and shapes and colors?
I think of people like collections of photographs. Colors i associate with the stories they tell to me. Places i'd like to visit with them. The essence of the songs we listen to, and the weather around the time that i like them best.
How does your brain work? Cut it open and show me.
Talk to me. I like these kind of things . Give me your theories and ideas and tell me about your worldview. I want to know if you prefer hot chocolate or a cold glass of coke.
Tell me about yourself. Not just your favorite color, song, blah blah blah blah
Give me your darkest moments. I need to know how ugly you can be, if you can match up to me. I'll respect you if you beat me at my game.
Let's rant about injustice, show me the anger you hold inside. If you don't have any, then walk the fuck away from me. I'll tell you about movies i like and all the books I've ever read. Explain your trains of thought to me.
Tell me if you like to learn. Tell me if you would rather touch the clouds or the moon or the stars.
Or.........Would you rather that we take this to the bedroom? Feel the earth, my body is only a helium. Brown eyes are the best eyes but i'm open to discussion about this.
Tell me what makes you weak, i'll tell you what makes us strong. Trust me.
My first entry in 2018, yikes
2/16 , because it's my special day!
Do you know what you're saying?
If yes, tell me how you do it.
What are the right words and when is the right time to use them?
Do you know there are consequences for when we make mistakes?
I'm afraid of artists. I don't see how they draw with purpose and paint it with purpose and do it all with such confidence. I can't draw a fucking circle without erasing the whole fucking thing at least ten times.
What goes on in your head? How do you see me? In lines and shapes and colors?
I think of people like collections of photographs. Colors i associate with the stories they tell to me. Places i'd like to visit with them. The essence of the songs we listen to, and the weather around the time that i like them best.
How does your brain work? Cut it open and show me.
Talk to me. I like these kind of things . Give me your theories and ideas and tell me about your worldview. I want to know if you prefer hot chocolate or a cold glass of coke.
Tell me about yourself. Not just your favorite color, song, blah blah blah blah
Give me your darkest moments. I need to know how ugly you can be, if you can match up to me. I'll respect you if you beat me at my game.
Let's rant about injustice, show me the anger you hold inside. If you don't have any, then walk the fuck away from me. I'll tell you about movies i like and all the books I've ever read. Explain your trains of thought to me.
Tell me if you like to learn. Tell me if you would rather touch the clouds or the moon or the stars.
Or.........Would you rather that we take this to the bedroom? Feel the earth, my body is only a helium. Brown eyes are the best eyes but i'm open to discussion about this.
Tell me what makes you weak, i'll tell you what makes us strong. Trust me.
Happy birthday hanis damia
ReplyDeletethank you. but, who is dis?
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