I cuss like a sailor, but I try not to. I'm obsessed with having clean fingernails, yet they always seem to be dirty. I think this is a good sign for life. People fascinate me and scare me with how much they touch my solar plexis. I'm overly-emotional and under-involved. I've began watching. I'm a catalyst by energy, a scientist by nature, a spiritualist by intellect. No one knows me well. That's because I'm crazy. No really. I am. more »
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Conversation, Part I
'Affectionate sunset; dont you agree? Tangerine and lipstick pallette smothering the cut of the mountain can cause me to fall dreamy.'
'Do not whisper during moments of almostromance. You disturb the scene- You should scream. &Now you are stricken silent. Too many poetic meanderings give away your desperation. I can read you like the sports section. I want to feel an interest instead of random happenstance curiosity.'
(She tries to break his heart so she can watch him cry. THE BREAKDOWN is sexy. &She is fucking irresistible when she smells like roses instead of lavender. Admit ...