What if I only wore mascara to accentuate my eyeballs? I thought about it, but the problem is that then you wouldn’t be able to touch my eyelashes without getting your fingers black and waxy. You wouldn’t be able to feel just how soft they are (and soft they are, they really are), and butterfly kisses would just be a mess.
Then I thought, What if my eyes were blue or green? Because that is something I’ve always wanted. I can’t see myself with light eyes, though. If I had light eyes, then I would take other people’s light eyes for granted. That would be a terrible thing. I also probably wouldn’t appreciate the chocolatey depths of Divya’s eyes, or the brown swirls within Carol’s hazel eyes.
I like to tell my mom that I got the short end of the genetics-stick.
This week, I’m going to Rhode Island on a long road trip. I’m so excited, but it doesn’t feel like we’re leaving tomorrow.
The strange part is that I’m most excited for the car ride itself. I love car rides. I may enjoy bike rides a little more because of the lift I get from them (especially ones at midnight when I’m positive that someone is going to jump out of the darkness on the side of the road and grab me). But car rides provide time for thinking. You can be close to other people, so physically close, but so mentally distant. I replay best scenes to music, I look out the window and think of the best places to have picnics, I think of what will happen when I see this person and this person and this person, I think of what if we all died right now. I think of that a lot.
I’ve provided a mix for my adventures (even though I think that I won’t really need it, except for at times when nostalgia hits really hard, because Nathan’s will be more than sufficient).
I will post it when I get back. But for now, I must present you with this outstaaaanding track.
I can’t say anything about it. You just have to listen. It’s urgent.
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