This Cockatoo is me. It is SCARY how much this bird acts like me. The other bird? Well, lets just say it's a perfect depiction of every relationship I've ever had.
Ps. Must watch to the end!
Sometimes I wonder if all the things that make my "ideal" woman really exist in one little feminine package. Some have said I've gotten picky as I've gotten older. I say that's bullshit. I'm just much more conscious of what traits will actually contribute to a successful partnership.
What AM I looking for? I want a superhero team up mixed with a buddy-cop movie. I...
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amity__:
Only difference is I now know where my credit card is, because I left my wallet at my buddies house.
cosmicawareness:
Haha I'm AWFUL about losing shit like that. I got my wallet stolen on the train back in December and I'm STILL using my passport for an id!
@Rawruh That awesome shot of your back piece reminded me of this painting. That's what my "Isis lives!" comment was for, lol.
https://www.facebook.com/ShannonMaerArt/photos/a.804574466325255.1073741830.261092664006774/636031483179555/?type=1&theater
As I said in the last blog about my feelings on flowers, the same goes for gifts of any kind, unless I'm in a relationship. I have today, an example of either my bad taste in women, my horrible social skills, or my complete and total failure to be seen by women as anything other than "cute/sweet" (the latter I try to discount outright- "Avast...
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"ONCE Mermaids mocked your ships
With wet and scarlet lips
And fish-dark difficult hips, Conquistador;
Then Ondines danced with Sirens on the shore,
Then from his cloudy stall, you heard the Kraken call,
And, mad with twisting flame, the Firedrake roar..."
Movies, TV, Hell, even my MOTHER always made it seem like roses/flowers in general were the closest I could get to "foolproof".
Now I'm weeeeeell into adulthood, and every once in a while I feel the urge to buy flowers for a woman I'm interested in...
Then I have flashbacks. Some from a veeeeery long time ago and others from the all-too-recent past.
So basically,...
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As a French-speaker and former recording artist, this is one of those songs I find it nearly impossible to translate into English. In Simone's recording, like Piaf's and Brel's, you're instantly pulled under and swept away in a riptide of feels.
Sometimes a day goes by
One whole entire day
When I don't think of her
Twenty-four hours pass
I look around and find
That I haven't thought of her
Not even when I'm somewhere
We used to go
Not even if there's someone
We used to know
It's hardly everyday
It's most unusual
In fact I can't remember when
But sometimes a day goes by...
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