henna, drum circles feathers rolling down hills, thunderstorms, running and dancing in open fields(during thunderstorms?), cuddling, walking down a beach, chattering non-stop with someone at 100 mph, traveling photography and ART!
About me:
Weeaboo: Someone who is obsessed with Japan/Japanese Culture/Anime, etc. and attempts to act as if they were Japanese, even though they're far from it. They use Japanese words but usually end up pronouncing them wrong and sounding like total assholes. You can find alot of these people clogging up the forums of Gaia Online, hanging out in the international aisle of the supermarket, or crowding the manga section of your local bookstore.
guess whatt :[ i was out of town on fucking pride. but we still need to chill. gimme yo numbuh. and ill call you up. and you can call me up. 773 660 4284
i know.when we were leaving i was like can we just stay for a bit longer pleeeeeaaaaaaassseeeee but alas they said no :[ any time just get your tushie here
No... Sort of long story... I was in TN cleaning out my old house. It was sort of crummy for a vacation, but I was really glad to see my old neighbors. I lived next to this woman who's now 91 years old and helped Martin Luthor King Jr. organize the marches in Chattanooga. My earliest memories are of sitting on her retro furniture in her tiny flat, with a cloud of cigarette smoke hovering inches above my head, watching The Price Is Right. To the left was another African-American lady named Miss Daisy, who's now in her sixties. When I was little, I used to call her "The Candy-Lady" and she gave me a piece of candy every single day of my life after I grew teeth until I moved to St. Louis. It was really, really good to see them again.