Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels, Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Movies: Poolhall Junkies, Northshore, Requiem For a Dream, Fifth Element, Memento, Benny & Joon, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Being John Malkovich, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Music: Pink Floyd, Jack Johnson, NOFX, Blind Melon, Vitamin String Quartet, Fun.
Composers: Clint Mansell, Hans Zimmer, Danny Elfman, James Horner, Alexandre Desplat, John Williams, Mark Isham
Artists: Dali, MC Escher, Frank Gehry
Food: Sushi, Thai
2. Water Ski
4. Klean Kanteen
Looking for someone who will make me laugh. Looking for companionship, security, loyalty, love, lust, laughter, support, fun, and most of all...someone to share my deepest thoughts and desires with. Looking for a man who knows who he is, and takes care of himself. Someone that will take his time with me and not waste mine with his. I don’t want someone who will smother me, but instead share his life experience with me, while I share mine, not to depend on the same life experience.
by, Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.