Also, burning man! Anyone else going? ;)
***before we start...if you look at my profile and don't message me, I pretty much assume you decided I wasn't for you. If you looked at my stuff and liked it, you'd message me right? You can say something simple, like "I like your stuff". Anyway, I'm weird, I know that. If you look and don't message I just assume our weird factors don't align.***
I was told by a boy today that I am a cross between the nerdy chipette with glasses from Alvin and the chipmunks and the old school bat girl...and I think that's a compliment.
Music is mandatory.
Fulfillment is necessary.
Joy is irrevocable.
Intellectual stimulation is sexy.
Love is liberalized.
I want to............
Go play at the park, or walk around the city and be silly. I want to yell in the street because I just can't contain my joy, and you find it endearing that I have a hard time talking about myself at times, in the beginning. I want to talk about the world. How we see it, what makes us happy, what we question, what we want to run from, but we don't because we know what that feeling really is.
I want to look inside your head. And I want to see you. I want to grab some fruit at the store and run around the mall laughing at the illusions and ridiculously saddening truths this world holds, because sometimes I just need to laugh a little, probably to keep from crying when I hold the cold hard truth up and take a good look. I want to hear about how you see it. I want to learn and learn, never stop learning because it feels so good and because we have all the time in the world. And one day, I wanna come across someone who can really look at me and see...me.