It’s all about aestheticism.
Some girls love jewels, I myself prefer a hand over a full (talking) mouth. Think it’s far more charming and attractive than any sparkling stone.
I wonder if I spent too much time watching tv programs about manners when I was a child.
In a way, it’s amazing how money can spatter such ugly colours on a relationship. Even on something as commonly high-valued as family relationships.
Polyfidelity:
involving multiple romantic relationships with sexual contact restricted to only specific partners in the group (which may include all members of that group)
Ah, such a wonderful ideal.
Worse-than-stale relationships. The ones with virtually no love and barely any effort and willingness to care. The ones full of bitterness and irritation.
If I wanted to be anywhere near one (or some, in this case), I would have stayed friends with a certain person.
Hm, let’s see.
Both sex and gender beautifully mixed into one.
Guess who. あの人しかいないけど。
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Early 90s L’Arc. I could cry out of wonderment.
If I were in the TARDIS, I’d make the Doctor take us to their Heavenly concert, December 27th, 1995, Budoukan. Front seat. You know, right in front of the spot where haitsu had their public display of affection foreplay. Nothing perverted, just want to see where his hand actually was *innocent face*
Seriously though. I’d pick their graceful energy over Libs’ raw one in a heartbeat.
You know, I just realized this when studying while listening to this (weird sentence),
in S06E13, the Doctor didn’t really have to marry River. All he had to do to start time again was touch her (or kiss her, if that’s what he wanted), he didn’t really need to get married. Why did he marry her then? xD I mean, he could have done it in a more proper time and place and costume. Tsk. That Doctor. Never makes sense.
Been learning some new moves recently, and sometimes when I bend my torso in a certain way, I can hear something that sounds like metals rubbing together from inside my body. I wonder what that is.
Why can’t people use the kitchen in a neat and orderly fashion? Well, the one right here isn’t my kitchen so I’m not really bothered, but still. As it turns out, my mother is rather messy in there. Which brings the question, where the hell did I get my obsessiveness from?
I have found that love is not only farsighted (farsighted, not blind), but it’s also hearing-impaired.
What the hell am I listening to?
The things nice-looking creatures can do to you.
