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Things I like and love.
I love the way the sunlight feels on my skin.
I like to sing when I am alone.
I like being naked in the rain.
I love to dream.
I like watching people and animals, how they move specifically.
I like playing dress up and make believe.
I like French, Russian, and Japanese.
I like to draw on the sidewalk.
I love being outside late into the night.
I love the moon, how it feels, and how it looks.
I like reading about vampires, both real and fictional.
I like peach and peppermint Schnapps.
I love it when me breath is taken away.
I love being bitten, I love the pain.
I love being scared.
I love eating Mexican food.
I loving having avocados for breakfast
I like to be nocturnal in the summer.
I like to create.
I love playing in the mud.
I love being kissed, and hugged, and loved.
I like to wear things that don’t match.
I love my angel wings.
I love having a tail to play with.
I LOVE HATS OF ALL KINDS!
I love to swear.
I absolutely love it when I make another person happy.
Things I don’t like and hate.
I don’t like it when people read over my shoulder when I am writing something.
I don’t like fake laughter.
I hate it when people steal my things.
I don’t like fighting.
I hate backstabbing friends.
I don’t like having to wear clothes all the time.
I don’t like people that automatically judge others.
I hate watching people cry.
I hate being dragged down so that others can feel good about themselves.
I don’t like being told to grow up.
I hate being ignored after being asked a question.
I don’t like people that can’t see the beauty in life and existence.
I don’t like being left on the edge of something.
I don’t like to play nice with love.
I hate people that treat me like property.
I don’t like people with narrow minds.
I hate hearing only replayed music.
I hate being hot without reason.
I hate not being able to run without having an asthma attack.
I don’t like being indecisive.
I don’t like it when people sugarcoat the truth to ‘protect’ me.
I don’t like my messy room.
I hate losing my marbles, buttons, and keys.
I hate people that think they know who I am and try to tell me who I should be.
I don’t like people that preach about things that they don’t know anything about.
I don’t like being called promiscuous but being a harlot is fine.
I hate, HATE, the image of this world.
I don’t like holding back when I know I should do my best.
I hate people that mock my existence and thrive on my pain.
I don’t like it when I hurt people, I don’t like being a vision, or being thought of as All.
 Teardrops_of_Ivy · Thu Aug 10, 2006 @ 11:56pm · 1 Comments |
