as disturbing - or as complex, i have fallen in love with the story as i have fallen in love with the whitness of ones knuckles when they bend their fingers. it's like unveiling that white bone beneath - (breathes) it is quite fascinating.

quote .

do imagine me, for if you do not imagine me , i do not exist.

unquote.

it's almost like breaking little bits of powder into the air.
almost like making a wish - but when you open your eyes, you were asleep.
something so insignificant, so normal, so transfixed.

and call me weird if you like, but the smallest thing, an eyelash dropping off, is really something i would analyse. opposed to things like math or science, (please don't argue that an eyelash dropping off is scientific , because i don't care. and honest to god, if you spend your spare time calculating the actual speed of an eyelash dropping off , rather than observing the actual beauty of it, har har.)

i would analyse it. it's definitely more worth my time - opposed to trying to analyse anything with male genetalia.

really.