Why I like European(Sera)Star
If we were to be stranded on a desert island together, we would never ever run out of things to talk about and there would always be something I could learn from her. I love her heart, soul, and mind :)
If we were to be stranded on a desert island together, we would never ever run out of things to talk about and there would always be something I could learn from her. I love her heart, soul, and mind :)
Once upon a time in Maryland she started teaching me how to weave long uncomplicated threads into beautiful crocheted patterns. At least, hers were beautiful. Mine were awkward and small, but I still got enchanted following her hands.
I lust after her curly hair and the amazing thoughts that are underneath that crown of gold.
Because if we meet, then she can borrow my 43 things tee shirt. But she has to give it back at some point. Maybe.
Because when I’ve earned her trust, I can sneak into her closet and steal her hot-pink 43 Things T-shirt.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, Amy and I Caked a field. It was a hoot. Here’s how you do it:
You get a big-ass sheet cake.
You find a field.
You take handfulls of cake and throw it at-
-the field.
-eachother.
-etc.
That was the best.
Has the christmas lights under my bunkbed at my first year of LEP in it. We were both realy young and much more idealistic than we are today.
I vividly remember her writing, both poetry and prose that was filled with light and beauty. I think there may be some of those files still on this computer, which would be neat to find.
Why she’s only miles away and this could be an easy meet up…Coffee? The 16th St Mall?...