things that say a lot about a person - their favourite character; the lyrics they write on their hands; the colours they wear; which murder weapon they prefer; how they make their tea. viai. my mother tells me that she knows who will choose what side from the start; but why is it i always fall in love with the ones who are evil?
ii. and still i feel i've said too much / my silence is my self defense - and so it goes (along with) billy joel. but even so, my vulnerability convinces me to wash it off, because i don't want to get caught by the person i cannot lie to.
iii. yellow is my favourite, but i am a constant shade of red, white, black and/or blue.
iv. the one that melts as spring comes along. (icicles. duh.)
v. i learned that if you cook with love, those who you serve will love you. but if you cook while you're angry, you're liable to kill someone. it's like going to bed angry. if you do, you wake up with a stewy attitude. but if you let yourself go, it evaporates in the air like steam. you see it for a few seconds, and then it's gone as if it was never there.
the second installment of my self-portraiture, sans face. the idea if this series is that you get to know kinga and i for who we are without the pretense of our physical attributes. sometimes you may see us, but we are so much more than that. you can read our introduction here. for now, know that number one makes me blush. number two makes me anxious. number three makes me want to buy new clothes (i'm overdue), number four makes me feel a bit like moriarty, and number five makes me laugh. why, i don't always know. but i don't always need a reason for my emotions.
-kiss kiss kiss, long lonesome-