ikisti's randomness

All the pretty boys say that I can’t get you out of my head All the pretty girls say, “Won’t you please come on back to my bed?” And so I take them, feel their skin where we lay But my mind is a mind is a million miles away All the pretty boys say that I’ve never known anyone like you All the pretty girls say, “No one else gets me quite like you do.” And so I take them, I lead them by the hand To the edge of the city, to a horribly splendid mansion And as the doors shut behind us, trapping us inside Before they are screaming because they’ve realized My mind is a million miles away Then the sun comes up and I go to bed In a dreamless trance thinking of what my life should be instead Really I did what I had to to survive But I’m not sure if that’s true, I can’t tell if I am lying to myself Sometimes it feels like all of this is really happening to somebody else (To somebody else) But now I’m here in the light of day And it’s incredible, I’ll never go back to being a slave And all my fears are a million miles away But I don’t know who you really are How will you react when you learn I’m a creature of the dark? I won’t stand still, be made the villain of the party I look into your eyes and I say that I can’t get you out of my head I cock a little smile and I say, “Won’t you please come on back to my bed?” And so I take you under a canopy of leaves I’ve done this all before, and darling, you’re so dang easy And I’ve gotten what I wanted, for you to take my side It’s all the same as any of the other thousand times My mind is a million miles away But then the sun comes up and you stir from sleep Ask about my scars and the things that he did to me Time goes on and this becomes a pattern You showing me concern as if you think I really matter Let me drink your blood, and for once I’m not starving Describe what I look like when I say I have no memory I can’t tell any more if you truly are that kind Or if you’re only using me Am I once again just lying to myself? Are you really different, or are you just the same as everybody else? Who want to touch me and love me and hear me call them “darling” To pet me, caress me because I am so charming It’s clearly a mask, I’m so clearly in distress But who cares about my wounds when I’m here to be consumed? It’s been so long since I had someone Want to know what goes on in my head Is it so wrong I feel myself longing You'll say I care about me as a friend? And it is terrifying, it’s thrilling, and it’s strange That you might see me for the monster that I am and want me anyway I won’t hold my breath, I might be misreading the signs But though I try to resist, I’m hopelessly resigned My mind is with you tonight My mind is with you tonight

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

Just because you are a beginner/not professional at something, it doesn't mean you are bad.

You are on a path, and you are going at your own pace, that is fucking awesome. You are awesome 💖

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I have a serious relationship with red, and generally this palette.

The sheep need the hair cut.

Nothing dies for it.

Sheep live pretty much wild for most the year.

Placed correctly they maintain a landscape and help the wildlife that live there to thrive.

Doesn't use Vast Quantities of land for little product.

Not draining inland fresh water oceans.

Been spending thousands of years perfecting the genetics for this purpose.

Comes in many different kinds of uses.

And the animal it comes off is fully edible.

Also an unshorn sheep can drown if it falls into water, just by the sheer weight of the water its wool can absorb, dragging it down.

A Tunis sheep can live in a large doghouse, and staked in a different place every day, will mow your lawn (buy they get lonely. Buy two).

Light shearing nicks heal fast because the sheep’s waxy lanolin coats their skin. Though most sheep farmers won’t Nick the sheep bc it gets blood on the wool.

Sheep farmers MUST treat their sheep with care, because any little thing that upsets sheep affects the quality of their wool.

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