I love things that make me think “What the fuck!”
The unexpected that tickles my brain in a different way.
I love new wonders I had no clue existed.
They are infinite and I’m sad that I will only know a fraction of what this world is.
I feel blind to so much, all because my squishy brain can’t fathom or process whatever is actually surrounding me.
I love… love.
I don’t care of the why or where or when of it; be it God, spirit or just a biological trick.
Love remains so varied in its depth, brutality, and beauty; my soul will gladly ride that bucking wave until my last day.
I love water.
It feels like home, like the arms of my mother, like all can be made better.
The feeling of it on my skin, the way it clings to me; It is a safe haven of clarity.
I Love being a secret weirdo.
Being flawed as fuck, vulgar, and strange; Not many I meet can see it and that makes naughty me giggle inside.
My kaleidoscope of colors are expertly hidden behind the beige covers of polite and nice.
I love this.
Creating whatever randomness that I want and having people read and some actually enjoying it, is awesome.
The shared artistry from all different cultures, countries, and points of view makes this digital safehaven a wonderful, positive force in my life.
Ps. I love sun ups and downs too. Hence the pic of a sunset.