My next favorite word is ASHEN.
I don't think CELLAR DOOR sounds beautiful at all. Screw the Welsh and their involvement with CELLAR DOOR.
Why not ASPARTAME, or HALLOGEN, or CRYSTAL LIGHT?
My name is Emily. I'm...well, shit, I'm actually eighteen, and I'm not sure why this thing is saying I'm nineteen. Must've hit a wrong button somewhere.
Freshman at UNC, drunkenly gushy, surprisingly reticent when sober, and full of Sartre, not angst. I think you better believe in online dating, because it sure as hell exists. And if you still don't believe in online dating, I hope you feel guilty. You just negated this site.
Some Things to Talk About with Me:: reedin' and ritin', the spiritual in all forms, Hello Kitty, the exact flavours of Pez, where America went wrong, Smart Cars, sex, roles of the sexes, anything involving Russia, Roman history, E.E. Cummings, why E.E. Cummings should be fucking capitalized, socialism in America, silly putty, where we're going to eat, why on earth humans occasionally feel that intense and startling moment of purpose, hills and mountains, where we're going in this relationship, why it doesn't matter where we're going in this relationship, the Nihilist Cafe and what precisely that would be like, the transparency of the earth, phenomena far away and deep in space, imaginary worlds and places, and no, I don't mean 'places in books and movies', nothing at all, because silence is better in the long run.
Things to Do: spontaneous road trips, editing my goddamn writing, art in places there should never be art, making a public scene, breaking up loudly and violently in Attic Greek in the middle of a shopping mall, dancing to invisible waltzes, becoming a series of extravagant surprises, and being willing, overall, to make everything inconsequential.
I am sweet, pretty, and totally lying