i feel like i live in the shands complex basement, and i'm pretty sure i always smell like cadaver. :(
i like storms and heavy grey clouds. the sound of thunder. the flash of lightning. walking in the rain. i like the smell of freshly cut grass and brand new notebook paper. i like pictures. even the bad ones. i like watermelons. reminiscent scents. the way hands move. i like books. the smell of the new and the character of the old. i like the iris of the eye. i like songs that mean something. lyrics that have a voice. artists who have beliefs, even if i disagree. i like the words "figment, "aspersion," and "autumn." i like norse mythology and the names that ensue. i like odin's two ravens, hugin and munin. i like red skies. rocky beaches. mirrors. sentence fragments. silver rings. never gold. i like winding roads with flowers in the ditches. i like clover. dreams. midday naps. pretty underwear. fire. fireflies too. i like stars and watching meteor showers at three a.m. i like fairy tales. imagination. hope. laughing. but crying too. i like love. being loved. loving. the electricity of being brought together. soft lips. strong arms. i like falling asleep curled against another body. feeling safe. secure. i like my stuffed animal. my fuzzy blanket. my paper lantern. i like mood lighting and fondue. chocolate fondue with strawberries. i like deep breaths and black shirts that haven't faded. i like singing even though i'm not very good at it. i like life too, even though i'm not really good at that either.
