Mom.
Mom.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad.
Brother.
Brother.
Brother.
Brother (he gets an extra one cos he's kinda awesome in a "I hate to love you, but loathe to hate you" way).
Dark chocolate
Generous people who give/have given me rides to get around this town.
New people, places, experiences.
New ideas.
The chance to make my passion my job.
Coffee to help me keep going.
People who take my drunk calls and talk to me.
Friends who always remember my birthday.
Friends who forgive me for forgetting theirs because they know I suffer from a rare kind of amnesia.
Friends who stay friends no matter how out of touch we are(totally my fault).
Two good feet. As long as I can walk, I'll get somewhere.
This heart which has not given up on love.
This mind that is quick to not give in to love or a notion thereof.
Love. That loves this awkward, geeky, nonsensical, whimsical, misassuming herself to be above emotion, weak fool.
1 comment:
hehe liked the last three lines, a lot of depth there...
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