lionizing
I'm at Carol's house right now. I think she's upstairs talking to one of her many friends on the phone. She is so much fun. I love how she understands me without having things explained explicitly. I also love coming over here because she and her mother slip in and out of Portugese when they're having conversations, and it's just such a beautiful language to be around.
I love languages.
I love good books.
I love how my brother and I stayed up until 3 last night having an bluntly-honest-but-pleaseant-nonetheless conversation about our views on religion and society. And people.
My mom apparently thinks I can't be happy unless I'm living a life of promiscuous debauchery. She's got absolutely no faith in me.
I am entirely content with everything.
Thank you, powers that aren't.
I love languages.
I love good books.
I love how my brother and I stayed up until 3 last night having an bluntly-honest-but-pleaseant-nonetheless conversation about our views on religion and society. And people.
My mom apparently thinks I can't be happy unless I'm living a life of promiscuous debauchery. She's got absolutely no faith in me.
I am entirely content with everything.
Thank you, powers that aren't.