Nothing Is Absolute And General
Jee. 21. Student. Pizza Chef. Lesbian. Malaysian. Glasgow, Scotland, UK
I ought to start pronouncing my words properly. And… I know I’ll regret this immensely and take it down later. Haaay.
Answer:
I want to take my 3 very intelligent tutors on a date in the exam hall. Thank you very much.
(Why is it that my intuition tells me that you’re not just a passerby? Keep asking and you may have an answer.)
Answer:
Someone who happens to be super duper awesome!
But really, this is quite a general reference. And whoever you are, shed the anon facade and converse with me? :)
Some girls are just so perfect that it hurts.
Your manifestation of thoughts, it elates me. The grains and crumbs towards your essence, they cripple me. Momentarily, seconds, minutes, hours, and days are stretched. I recline towards you, hungry for everything to augment. It doesn’t hurt, and neither does it cure. Unintelligible, perhaps. Whatever this is, it will never be one of my triumphs.
What I did after class today:
- Writhed in pain after consuming raspberry milkshake (Milk…)
- Had blueberry muffin and latte
- Then had really expensive but awful Italian food
- Devoured a bare burrito and nachos
- Became the whitest person since everyone was tanned and/or burned
- Took a picture of myself for the first time, it was awkward and creepy
She is benumbed. What by, no one knows. You may regurgitate words of affirmation, to prompt her into believing that everything is slender and beautiful. Perhaps buy her a cup of coffee to ease the lines on her forehead. All these are not feasible. Her thoughts are so obscure, that not even she could decipher or fathom. She probed, but found nothing. She let it be, but only to have strayed further. The source that interjects her cerebration is unobstructed and crystal clear. But why and how it managed to seep into her veins, are still unknown to this child.
