Blackbird Pie

cologne, the way cologne smells on boys, that short period of time when you first like someone and you begin to show one another and it feels so sweet, kisses, lips, Marco's piercings, Blue Miku, holding hands, Hypno Kid (some day we'll marry...), art, guitar, writing, singing, music, defacing catalogue models, boys wearing striped shirts, boys who play baseball, boys with tan skin, playgrounds, energy drinks, photography, people watching, boys' faces, boys' hands, boys' arms, streams, bones, dead things, weird bugs, nightmares and strange dreams, retro fashion, root beer, trainset model grass and trees, creepy wooden dollhouses, barbies with no heads, doo da doo doo, Salvador Dali, Harry Houdini, Gustav Klimt, Egon Schiele, Diane Arbus, Clarke et Pougnoud, Loretta Lux, Tierney Gearon, Kara Walker, Joel Peter Witkin, cotton candy ice cream, fairgrounds at night, corny carnival rides, sleeping, the beach when it's stormy, the beach at night, wind, rain, clouds, so many more artists I can't even name them, fire, the little moments when you can see something real in someone's eyes and they lose that veil for a minute then regain awareness of themselves and no one really speaks about it, dressing up, Halloween, the veins in leaves, opium poppies, the cover of Incesticide, Incesticide, Cranium, theme parks when it's cold, peacing people from the car with my cousins and having them peace back (it's so cool to communicate with people that way!), Beck Hansen, animal eyes, Medieval paintings, Renaissance art, small doors, skeleton keys, boys smiling, boys laughing, boys talking, people, having so much bubble gum in my mouth it's all juicy and thick like a second tongue and it feels really weird, the smell of fresh laundry, the smell of boys, when boys smell like fresh laundry, the smell of the kid in front of me in detention (laundry and powdered funnel cakes), making fake 'adventures of' magazines out of my worksheets in class, picking wildflowers off the side of the road, going to the movies (it reminds me of the old cinema, when people used to really enjoy it because it was a rare, special treat, so I like to get dressed up like a flapper and go), snow, snow ice cream, fountain drinks, icees, slushees, smoothies, popsicles, watching lightening storms, people smiling for no reason, people having fun, climbing rocks in Gettysburg, sexuality, sensuality, staying at the Cashtown and expecting ghosts to feel me up in the shower and being relatively disappointed when it didn't happen, collecting little things that would otherwise have no meaning, David Stoupokis, Mark Ryden, Trevor Brown, watching cartoons, being silly, coffee houses, impressions, make-up, summer dresses, good movies, good books, fresh water, glass bottle cokes, rain boots, rubber ducks, the Coca-Cola international igloo thing at Epcot, getting to know people and realizing they're so different in front of everyone else, fortune cookie readings, thinking I see signs whenever I want something (like reading names of people on the sides of buildings or anywhere and thinking it must mean something), hanging out with my cousins, incense, and peppermint, breaking out into song randomly, strange backdrops, planets, stars, the whole sky and how it works, having someone else's skin brush against mine (I love connection!), and boys - boys just absolutely fascinate me, being a vegetarian, and ugh, there's probably a bunch of other stuff too.