Interests themselves...if you would even call such thing as an interest a 'self.' People. Myself. People within myself. Buildings, streetlights, roads, and paved walkways. Gunshots, fireballs, heat, and the extreme. Clouds, rockets, space, and travel. Anything to blow one off from the correct path.
Anything with piercing sharp claws that can tear its way through any bone of the human body.Genius in its most purest form. Creativity alike.Someone who can lift me above their waist.Anyone who can find meaning behind all of this.
Night music. Walls, doors, even castles made of sand. Subliminal advertising of mixtures and such. Things written, things not written. Things for many people, things for few. 1, 2, to 110. Give it to me.
Film movies for viewing pleasure such as scaredy pants, john nash, and that movie about a gang of wolves. I'm quite certain that's his name.
Television is barely fathomable. Keep trying though, it will only catch on if you do.
Keep reading. More information then you'll ever need while you're stuck in a pickle, or begin pickling.
The people who made it clear to me.