Another badass quiz from eSPIN-the-Bottle...
What's Your Secret Talent?
MY RESULT: Flying
Your (secretly) mutated bird-like bone structure lets you fly the skies even if you don’t have a boarding pass.
It’s true – you’re Superman (minus the superhuman strength and dorky alter ego, of course). You could jump up right now and never land. Do us a favor, though, and don’t test it out right away. In fact, better just avoid open windows altogether. Just in case there was a computer error and you got the wrong quiz result. (Cough, cough.)
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Is my life, the tunnel through which all emotions pass
" I like your roof. It's good that its upstairs "
" The best time I've had in the last fifteen years was sitting at that piano with you.""That's wonderfully sensitive... especially from a man who wears such tight pants.""It forces all the blood to my heart."
"You look like a worried little doggy.""Woof?"
" [Hails taxi] She's going to have a baby!""[Taxi continues driving away] Hey! What if it were true? "
"Theoretically, I could pick you up because I will be taking a cab.""I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me...""I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me..."
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"Just close your eyes, but keep your mind wide open. "
"To live would be an awfully big adventure."
"If I were you, I'd give up" "If you were me, I'd be ugly"
"You won't forget me, will you?" "Me? Forget? Never."
"Never is an awfully long time."
"I mean, I do love you, but like a brother or a pet fish, I'd cry if I had to flush you down the toilet but I don't want to kiss you!"
"You're like a dried-up insect on the windshield of his life. And you're not even in the center, you're way off to the side where the wipers don't reach. Wheep Wheep Wheep SPLAT Wheep Wheep Wheep Wheep"
"What do you say we put up this tent, and make a fire and cook ourselves up a big pot of friendship"
"Let's grab ahold of reality and take it for a ride, shall we?"
"So what are you saying, that I'm the canned fruit cup you get when they're all out of the chocolate pudding?!"
If only, if only I could sit on the sea and drift away, never sinking below its surface.
The rays of the sun, the glow of the moon, the color of life painting my skin.
The whispers of wind, the secrets that follow, the wind in my hair never ceasing its journey.
Magic is one thing, reality another. Though who is to say which one exists?