#so words

For schizotrichia

1. How long is a piece of string?

As long as my dick. (Well, that's what a guy would say.)

2. What was the last text message you sent?

"You too! Omg so sleepy."

3. Do you want to build a snowman?

Fuck you.

4. What is your natural hair color?

Shitty medium boring brown.

5. Where the fuck did I put my sunglasses?

In my underwear drawer.

6. Do you hold grudges?

God that's a complex question. Overall no, but if you hurt my kids, I will plot your painful death until the end of time.

7. Why the hell isn’t Dolly Parton’s birthday a national holiday?

Why the hell isn't today a national holiday so I can go back to bed?

8. Do you believe in any paranormal phenomena?

No. Although Fox News does exist, so maybe I should reexamine my life.

9. Who do you think you are?

Renee Walker.

10. Salty or sweet?

Salty. Unless I'm in a sweet mood, but this happens rarely:-P

11. Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Sweetcheeks, you know I will always be your baby. Always.

For silver-89

A food you cannot stand. Fucking celery, what the fuck?

A childhood favorite (movie, book, food, etc.) A Wrinkle in Time. Forever and ever, world without end.

Why was it a favorite? Because I worship Madeleine L'Engle, but mostly because the entire message of that book is that love is stronger than any other force in the cosmos. Despite my pretense at having a black soul, I believe this with my heart.

What is a holiday you enjoy? CHRISTMAS OMFG. Seriously, don't even get my started about Christmas. I give zero fucks about any other holidays, but I flip out over Christmas so much it's effing hilarious. There isn't a thing I don't love about it, save when they start decorating the malls with Christmas stuff on like, Labor Day.

Talk on the phone, text, e-mail, or hand-written letter? IM. Or Skype. Bahahahahaha. Okay but seriously for most brief communication purposes, text.

Any siblings? One sister. She rocks my socks.

A superpower you’d like to have? The ability to stop pain of any kind. God, I want that so much.

What is something you find absolutely hilarious? Bad Lip Readings. I am not lying; I laugh until my stomach hurts and I can barely breathe.

What time do you like to get up in the morning (or afternoon …)? Oh wow. In my world this isn't even a relevant question. But probably about 9.

A website you visit often (other than Tumblr). NPR. The Weather Channel. God I'm boring.

Something you like about yourself. The fact that I can make my kids laugh.

Well sometime has to be the first? 8DD No but seriously I’m gonna try and do this course differently. Just five more weeks. We can do it.

I pray You give me someone to share the days with, and a bed with, when the nighttime closes in. A bigger soul to dream with, a hand that fits around mine. A stone that won’t move, that’s planted just right, to keep me from swimming away. A warmer heart, and wider eyes, to see the world around. I need a fellow dreamer—or a writer would be nice. (Or someone who takes photographs—to capture me standing still.) Someone who has no fear of moving, who knows that losing is okay. Adventurous, less like me, who listens and hears what I say. Playful eyes, heartfelt love, a smile as broad as the sky. A traveller, a wanderer, a little less lost than I. A hand-holder, a teammate. Another you and I.

You see you are like the stars that led me back home

and you are the trees that give me oxygen to breathe.

You are the sun that shines every day bringing me hope

and you are the flowers that provide beauty to everything.

But here's the thing.... I flipping hate nature.

So what do my feelings for you mean?

I hate the sun for being so damn obnoxious with its bright future reminding me of my dim one. And your future shines with it eclipsing my meek shine at being special.

And I hate flowers for being a cliche that has no definition because they're so flipping versatile. Happy birthday have a flower. Your mother dies have a flower.

I hate grass because it reminds me of how many times I stepped all over you and you kept growing back. I was your carpet of grass too but at some point you fed me poison and kept me from reaching up.

I hate trees for being tall and making me feel like a toddler with torn jeans playing beauty queen. Which is kind of what you made me feel. You were a perfection of bark and leaves but you never gave warning of when everything would fall. So every now and then I would have to pick up the pieces and tend you so you'll grown again.