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Science makes me itchy. I hate it, trying to explain to me things that are so much more elegant and wondrous when you don't quite see why they happen.
Modem. Really? Of all the words, the word I have to work with is something with no soul, no mind, no passion, no beauty? Functionality, yes. Importance, yes? But no. I refuse. Deuces.
This makes me think of kinky things that I really shouldn't share with the world on oneword. So instead I'll just say horses wear harnesses when you go horseback riding. Cheerio.
Motion is such a hugely important part of life. Hearts beat. Eardrums vibrate. lungs expand and contract. Living is motion based. Motion is beautiful or graphic or scary or all of the above.
Chills can be beautiful when they come from a touch or a brush of the skin or the lips. I love the feeling of ice running down your back from where he touched by shoulder.
Saturday is beautiful. No alarms. No teachers. My ginger cat and my ex boyfriend. Lakes and climbing fences. Friends and sunsets and breakfast with my dad. Sabado desayuno.