Friday, 10 December 2010

Pourquoi pas?


Ask me about my life. Ask me where I’m headed. Ask me why I choose to be what I choose to be. Ask me why I like the things I like. Ask me anything. Absolutely anything. Just don’t presume you know without asking.

However, I don’t like questions with hidden motives.

It’s kind of similar to being usurped. Where I give you an answer, then you use it as ammunition against me.

Dont. Do it. Ever.

I like wearing odd socks too, and for no particular reason.

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Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.