the most important part of my body is my brain. thats where the love comes from, the memories, the habits, the everything...
shhhhhhhh. dont tell anyone about the second question.. yes, i would tell. i would open a commune and over years would get to know if the people who were being attracted to me and my commune and if they should learn too. then we would all live under the sea in an octupus's garden with you..
lie..my real name is nancy.
I once was in the middle of a shootout. There were drug runners everywhere and I had to hide behind one of those street vendor carts they use to make balloon animals for little kids. Luckily, I had a freshly baked batch of my world famous oatmeal cookies, which I slid out into the street and upon spying my delectable treats, the gunfire ceased and a truce was made.
Opening your eyes while kissing to realise that the other person is staring right back at you freaks me out. What do you do next? Close the eyes again or stare back?
I know exactly what you mean about hanging out with another couple and it making your relationship seem less special. This is usually the point when I freak out a little bit. Surely the idea is that we date to ultimately find that one person with whom we want to share the rest of our lives? If we know we don't have that we have to either cut and run or live with it as a bit of fun for a while.
I am guilty of asking "do you get bored of me?" It has something to do with my insecurities and how much attention I feel I'm getting. I don't know why I ask it. It's a dumb question.
Superheros have to choose their own outfits
Most important part of my body? Everyone else has said brain and as mine is flawed I shall choose eyes. I value my sight.
I would tell no-one and become a mermaid like a backwards version of Daryll hannah in the film 'Splash'
It helps to laugh. It takes the pressure of and makes the whole situation seem more 'real'?! I'm not sure what I mean by that but you may!
I used to want a home and a life in the city I currently live in. I don't want to be here anymore. That's lame but was the best thing I could think of!
There is something ultimately terrifying about being naked in front of someone else for the first time. I can stroll round the house naked yet still that first encounter is scary as hell. Maybe it's not the naked-ness but the ultimate fear of failure in relation to the acts that are about to be performed?
a boy who ran with my heart and never really knew he had it in the first place...sigh.
i think people feel inclinded to close their eyes while being intimate as that is when you are at your most vulnerable. allowing someone to see that side of you can just be some completely overwhelming that having them look into your eyes at the same time is too much.
you eyes truely are the window to your soul. being that completely open and honest and..bare with someone can just be so terribly frightening. you really only come across a select number of people in your life that you can allow yourself to be so comfortable with...at least that's how i see it. god that was cheesy.
and back to the comment i missed replying to...
a boy who ran with my heart and never really knew he had it in the first place...sigh.
i think people feel inclinded to close their eyes while being intimate as that is when you are at your most vulnerable. allowing someone to see that side of you can just be some completely overwhelming that having them look into your eyes at the same time is too much.
you eyes truely are the window to your soul. being that completely open and honest and..bare with someone can just be so terribly frightening. you really only come across a select number of people in your life that you can allow yourself to be so comfortable with...at least that's how i see it. god that was cheesy.
and back to the comment i missed replying to...
it really is ridiculous how it seems to be that sadness in and of itself is what makes one more and more depressed. it's just a continual downward spiral until we become so encompassed by it, that the intial reason to have spawned the ill feeling moods becomes completely irrelavent. i don't really agree with the suffering equalling being a great artist thing so much either. i do think that one can inspire the other, although it's more a case of being in touch with your emotions. it just happens to be that a large percentage of artists generally have somewhat negative emotions seeping into their work. which in the larger aspect seems to work for the best as that is what a greater mass of people are able to identify with. sure, happiness and joy are great, full-filling emotions, but nothing is stronger than anger and rage pulling you down into a pit of despair. and few people want to be comparing themselves or what have you to things that they don't have or can't find within their own lives. art and literature and film is all created for the cathartic effect. positive emotions generally don't possess that kind of necessary purging that a piece of work with heart wrenchingly honest and angry feelings will most often than not accomplish.
direction defintely does breed from concern. it seems that..no matter how desperate some situations seem to be, you will always find some sort of shining light that will guide you somewhere you never really thought you would end up.
and what is life without the ridiculous? :p it gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. the meaning to life lies in the little things that few can really appreciate fully..
as far as riding my own spiral, i don't think anyone else's would be capable of keeping me afloat. i am rather strange in that respect and think that for now, i'll be lucky to find someone who can keep up with me, let alone ever locating someone i'll be able to fully connect and identify with..anyways.
and i accept compliments very poorly as they make me feel uneasy and question how genuine the person giving said compliment really is. i'm a terribly sarcastic person and will always read far too much into everything anyone says to me. making such things difficult to accept. i can never really take anything for face value..i'm awful for that.
i much prefer red to pink, but choose black above all other colours.
what, if any, book are you reading at the moment?
i start far too many and then get sidetracked. it's rare something can fully hold my attention from start to finish in a few days. usually takes me weeks to actually finish a book and then by the time i get to the end, i've forgotten what happened in the beginning..anyways..
take care.
I love to stare a woman in the eyes. That is sexy. It is questionable durring a kiss because if there eyes are open that tells me they are bord. Like saying it wasn't good enough to be lost in thought.
PS. And to Elysia - I would love to see you in a short skirt.
To the British (or maybe just me) that makes me think of a pack of vaginas. Although by knowing what you mean it brings to my head an image of muffs strapped to a belt.
shhhhhhhh. dont tell anyone about the second question..
lie..my real name is nancy.