Peterpan

Let me wander and get lost and find my own way back.

Burning fire, fantastic. Lukewarm, ok. Freazing ice, tragic.

Being ok is the same as being lukewarm.

Maybe it's not about BEING who you are, but ACCEPTING who you are.

-I love wearing other peoples' clothes.
-I hate socks.
-I love watching Frett eat.
-The word "yesh" bothers me.
-I love when Jordan notices when I wear flowers.
-I hate Arby's.
-Sometimes I like insomnia.
-I'm terrified of the dark.
-I like how each person has their own writting style. It ALWAYS fits them.
-I love looking at peoples' lips.
-I used to want to be a firemangirl.
-I love that little moment of excitement when your heart stops, and you smile REALLY big because you discovered something fantastic or you understand how little things connect to each other. (Didthaaaatmakesense?)
-I used to think aaaaaaall hairdryers could do something cool like from Kim Possible.
-I used to hate my lips.
-In kindergarten, instead of playing the games at church, I'd sneek away with the boys and eat animal crackers and make paper air planes with them under the tables.
-I love aburn hair.
-I always thought the whole Santa Clause thing was retarded.
-I used to listen to classical music nonstop.
-I love cucumbers.
-Since I was 9, I decided Alex and Jake/Jacob were my favorite names. Alex would have dark hair and wear lots of hats and flowers in her hair. Jacob would have aburn hair and play piano.
-I love bugs.
-ILOVECURLYHAIR.
-I love when someone calls me anything besides my name.