alexandrabassett
The thing that I love about art is that we can appreciate things that weren't created with any specific 'use', at least in the traditional sense of the word, and we can enjoy things whose sole purpose is to make us think and maybe be happy.
I love maths. I think a large part of my devotion is that in maths, there are definite solutions. Things can be absolutely correct. I wish other parts of life were that simple.
Burst forth, little plant, burst forth from the soil and begin your life in the sun.
She kept having dreams about her teeth falling out, about grinding so hard in her sleep that when she woke her mouth was full of ground down teeth powder. Eventually she went to the dentist and just had all the bloody things removed.
When I worked in a cafe, I never charged extra if people wanted marshmallows with their drink. We were supposed to charge 40 cents, but these were the cheapest marshmallows I'd ever seen and it just didn't feel right.
She was never shown how to pop open a bottle of champagne, someone else would always do it for her. So when she was confronted with a desire to finally drink that champagne in the fridge, but no one was home, she knew that she was in for a steep learning curve.
You know when you look at a word for ages and it goes funny in your eyes? That's happened to me with 'raised', for the first time since I've started doing this. Raised. What a strange word.
The first time he went to her place, she was painfully aware that she didn't have much of an entrance. Just a grubby foot mat encouraging a nice day all round.
I've tried all day to civilize my hair, but hot dry weather is not my friend. I'd have better luck teaching mice to twirl batons.
I think that sometimes it's okay to bury secrets. If telling the secret will cause a lot of hurt, and really achieve nothing more than alleviating the guilt of the secret holder, then best they live with the lie and let the other stay in peace.
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