She walks into independent bookstores and hugs the shelves,
she feels they deserve love
She sees ghosts out of the corner of her eye sometimes
She eats seaweed at sushi restaurants,
it makes her feel like a mermaid
She cries at the symphony
She always laughs far too loudly at her own jokes-
she’s the only one that finds them funny
She will always dance to music
They used to call her a buck-toothed beaver, good-two-shoes, and walking dictionary- She is still all of those things
She dreamed of being a physicist- she failed
She wants to be a Sister-
she doesn’t know if she’s failed yet
She no longer has gaping wounds in her heart (just bruises)
She recites poetry to books of poetry,
it’s how they understand each other
As a child, she would stare out the car window and watch the moon follow her around it made her feel special
She knows the moon is a woman and the sun is a man
She holds trauma in her body she can’t remember
She has the blood of a sorceress in her veins- she renounced it all
She was once intimidating now just silly
She knows her greatest gift will be in understanding her ordinariness
She loved boys who didn’t get her
She loved men who didn’t see
She always wears skirts and dresses
She is moved to tears by Rhothko’s Untitled
She knows what will happen before it does
She played with ouija boards until they all spoke back
She wants to be sexy but is far too awkward to pull it off
She wears black on Friday the 13th
She prays for souls every time she passes cemeteries
She feels only the trees know her
She loves learning about everything
She treasures wisdom like gold, like money, like jewels
She’s bitten into foods and cried that they were so delicious
She imagines highways and speedways are octopus arms in the sky
She feels far too much but knows no other way
She earnestly fails at prayer
She wonders if she’s doing the right thing
She holds fear, anger, and failure in her stomach
She wants to be a writer in Paris
She’s afraid of the dark sometimes because she knows what lurks there
She secretly loves cigarettes- the nicotine is soothing
She once tried botox it worked but took away her expressions, it was far too much to give
She only wants perfection
She never believed herself to be beautiful until little by little she was told she was
She gets easily exhausted from crowds of people in stores and events
She unabashedly sings opera terribly
She desires to melt into love and cease to be
She sleeps next to a person of blankets on the other side of the bed
She has felt the pain and suffering of every human heart
She also felt the unending ocean of Mercy
She prays for the impossible- sometimes she’s sure she’ll get it
She likes playing the ukulele even if it makes her Manic or a Pixie or a Dreamgirl
She walks into stores just to see what they’re like
She doesn’t sing about “inappropriate” things
She goes to Church every Sunday
She speaks to Saints
She’s not a hipster but she has enough tattoos to prove it
She once flew to Portland just to see an obscure artist
She wants to experience everything
She thinks she doesn’t love enough
She wants to smile and hug every person she meets but sometimes that is too vulnerable so she hides instead
She senses wisdom in her bones
She sees truth with her eyes and feels it in her soul
She is too idealistic for war
She used to be a Democrat and then a Moderate and then a Republican but she just hates Politics now
She can’t watch horror movies, the demons will attack her
She is grateful even for her temptations
She loved too many men who gave everything but not to her
She is aware she’s an empath but is working out the kinks
She wants to speak being into existence
She has too many rosaries but always needs just one more
She wants to paint
She finds Atheism boring
She once multiplied power readily but was saved instead
She knows what people won’t reveal anyways
She once received a reward for reading- it’s the most truthful award she’s earned
She didn’t like 5th grade- the teacher smelled of bleach and smoke
She can’t remember middle school
She was freed from possession by wondering if those ladies were nuns, “I would like to be a nun” she thought
She knows sparkly nails make her happy
She’s far too messy to keep her life in order
She is inspired by air rushing around her- it’s God playing
She knows she can do anything but all she wants is to belong to Him
She is surprised by what is happening right now
She can read your souls just by looking into your eyes
She drinks stouts, porters, and ciders- never IPAs
She’s alarmingly comfortable in dive bars
She wants to be Wonder Woman but has to be herself instead
She wants to carry the Heart of Jesus to the world
She flirted with being a missionary and then realized it could never work
She wants to be a minimalist but loves pretty things too much
She wants to cut off all her hair but that would be too shocking
She believes beauty nourishes her soul
She has prophetic dreams and will tell them to anyone who will listen
She once felt not enough- now she knows she is
She doesn’t know what she’s doing
She would like to be a musician and a writer
She likes Japanese jazz, avant garde rock, and minimalist neoclassical
She’s finally embraced her cuteness it no longer irks her
She’s a natural teacher but a terrible accountant
She goes in and out of people’s lives, she doesn’t realize she is wanted
She loves the smell of peonies, incense, and old books
She wonders if she will ever love
She has dreamt of heaven
She has once felt perfect stillness in meditation…. it was God
She believes in astrology but only at the moment of birth
She believes her students are her children
She believes jeans are for farmers
She won’t eat ice cream cake- she’s racist about it
She snorts and gasps for breath if she laughs too hard
She’s been to too many concerts- they give her existential angst
She used to write songs and do choreography for her 3rd grade band
She smiles at cashiers
She wants her nose re-pierced
She surprises those around her when she curses but she quickly goes to confession afterwards
She’s had far too many jobs
She’s in love with Talent and Intelligence and Strength
She can not fall in love with bodies, she falls in love with hearts/souls/spirits
She has spent week with sisters and nuns praying in hidden convents - it’s where she feels most comfortable
She’s an INFP, 4W5, Pisces and she believes it
She used to be in chimes
She breaks bones like people buy new cars
She dreams of studying Theology and Philosophy
She wears trench coats when it rains
She doesn’t have rain boots but she wants them
She has a bucket list that she is always checking off and adding things to
She’s infatuated with exotic names
She can’t function without caffeine
She is always bumping into things - Kateri Tekakwitha
When she passes a Catholic Church, she very excitedly waves and says “Hi, Jesus! I Love You!” She won’t stop
She was on the swim team in High School but never won any races because it was too gratifying to swim leisurely
She can’t lick her elbow but she’s tried
She picks at her skin and all her bites and scabs- she wants her skin to be perfect
She very specifically likes the color red-violet not violet-red
She once destroyed her sister’s barbie doll because she was angry
She tried to develop her psychic powers in elementary school- she’s not sure if they’ve stuck
She loves cats but is allergic- it breaks her heart
She doesn’t like the witch goblin birds that sing outside her bedroom window at midnight
She used to apologize for everything that wasn’t her fault
She wonders if she can have children- she believes she will be a bad mother
She feels guilty for not tithing enough
but she spends all her time at church
She gives away her art because it doesn’t hold any value except sentimental
She never gets a “Plus 1” to events
She watches indie movies in rundown theaters
She likes doing things by herself
She watches too many conspiracy theory videos
She eats chocolate like a koalas eat eucalyptus
She loves the Potoo because they are strange and alien and terrifying and silly all at once like her
She loves Oxylotols because they are cute real-life pokemons and that makes her laugh
She’s a really good liar so she tries not to
She wonders what he’s doing
She always wanted red hair and green eyes- but it’s Fate that she’s Spanish and not Irish
She’s not very good at keeping a schedule
She wants to be tan but has been pale for 20 years, she’s not sure if her personality can handle the transition
She buys makeup she doesn’t wear
She believes her phone can read her mind for targeted ads
She creates characters with every hat she sees
She used to be a vegetarian for 15 years but now can’t stop eating bacon cheeseburgers
She is afraid of walking by herself late at night
She used to wear high heels until she broke both her feet
She loves musicals and children’s cartoons
She loves wry, silly, dry, and dark humor not slapstick or sarcasm, it’s mean
She wants to be known as lovely
She loves the Latin Mass and Charismatic Praise and Worship, even on the same day
She knows Jesus Christ
She wants to be a saint
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