Enchanted Apple Tree, by Edward Julius Detmold (1883-1957).
Pictures like these fill me with a sense of inexplicable terror. o_o
I want to live,
I want to give
I’ve been a miner
for a heart of gold.
I’ve been in my mind,
it’s such a fine line
That keeps me searching.
|—||Neil Young - “Heart of Gold.”|
Nickname(s): None consistently.
Age: Time is meaningless.
Birthday: During the long winter.
LIKES / DISLIKES:
Favorite Color(s): Grass greens, lemon yellows, & golden suns.
Least Favorite Color: Dusty greyish pinks and purples.
Favorite Food: Anything containing garlic and salt. Creatures of the sea.
Least Favorite Food: Candy hearts and olives.
Favorite Band/Artist: Andrew Bird.
Least Favorite Band/Artist: The Beastie Boys.
Favorite Type of Movie: Mind Fuck Movies, and films with witty dialogue.
Least Favorite Type of Movie: Underdog sports teams overcoming the odds.
One thing you can’t get enough of: New music, books I’ll never end up reading, ballpoint pens, and half-filled composition books.
One thing you hate more than anything: Meanies.
Are you single? I am cultivating a highly skilled and deeply intellectual spinsterhood.
Do you have a crush on anyone right now? I secretly crush on lots of gentlemen, and on the rare occasion ladies, both fictional and real. But let that crush attempt to reciprocate? Instant banishment!!
Do you flirt a lot? I go for: awkward gestures and ultimate avoidance.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Not at the present.
Do you fall in love fast? I fall into curiosity fast… and out of curiosity just as fast.
Do you ever make the first move? I have once or twice, but alcohol was to blame.
Do you want to get married? I don’t see the point of it.
A daydreamer? Yeah, kid. I’m a night dreamer too.
Talkative? Does inane chatter in strange spurts followed by long bouts of contemplative silence count?
Energetic? When rearranging trinkets, interacting with children, and dancing in secret.
Happy? Wildly so, though occasionally despairing. Mostly just unjustifiably amused.
Trustworthy? Oh. …probably not.
Confident? I’m working on it.
Friendly? When I remember to be.
Sarcastic? I am steadily cleansing myself of this unintentional tendency.
Dependable? Not in the least.
Adaptable? You bought smooth peanut butter in place of chunky? *depressed for 3 weeks* But yes, actually. Not only very adaptable, but seeks out opportunities that require adaptation.
Emotionally strong? I wouldn’t call it strength. Detachment perhaps?
Religious? I like thinking scientifically and philosophically, if that counts.
Outgoing? I prefer to stay in…
Nosy? I would rummage through your things the instant you left me alone with them.
Lazy? Physically, I suppose.
Artistic? I like to create. Like a god.
Thoughtful? Sure. The caliber of these thoughts, however? Assorted.
Obsessive? Occasionally obsessive, rarely possessive.
Sincere? I currently aspire to be.
*My mother misplaces a section of the Newspaper*
Father to Mother: You had better stay good friends with your daughter, because when you finally lose your mind, I ain’t gonna be the one to take care of you.
Mother to Father: Oh, yeah? You’ll be losing it first, bucko!
Me: When the day comes, I intend to leave you both off in the woods somewhere with some whittled-sharp sticks to defend yourselves.
*feeling generous* …I’ll pack you some sandwiches too.
Gnome, Fritz Baumgarten
Mother: “Game of Thrones? I would like to watch that. My coworkers are always talking about it.”
Me: “Uhh…… No. I’m sorry. But it’s a bit too risqué. You’re not old enough.”
Kirito de Sword Art Online