have you ever met a complete stranger, and talked with them...

Then a few days later you're still thinking about them, because of some quirky little things they might have said?


and then a few months later, you think, "whatever the hell happened to that kid?"



"Don't talk to strangers."

But I find that they're the best friends I ever do meet.
And I like meeting new people.

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now, I'm going for a red camaro and not the black convertible.
sexy time, yes?

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i think hands are quite fabulous.

I can tell alot about a person by their hands.
like for example, my dads hands
and my moms hands
which seem to have their own personalities.
I'm working on a collection of hand studies sketches, of various people. Seriously, I find that hands hold the owners personalities and lives.

what do mine say?
the way my pinkies always tend to flute and curl shows gentle. the rest of the fingers stick close and always bend like a cat paw, as weird as that is. Which shows introversion, and a fear of opening up. The texture says a lot. My hands are worn with lines and burns, but still retain the youth. It says that I work them hard. the nails are always bit down, and the cuticles torn off. just small patches of polish are left. When I move my hands, you can tell I've been in ballet a good chunk of my life. tis not even all.


eh.
goodnight?/goodmorning.

It's 4:19 AM. Do you know where your Ilana is?