Hey there guys--can I get a boost?

It isn't anything really serious, but an Internet friend of mine is asking for donations behind her boyfriend's back so she can see him (as a surprise!) He has access to my tumblr, my twitter and I think he'd click on my Wordpress blog too, so...I'd like to ask for help to spread the word around.

They're in a long-distance relationship; she lives in the US and he lives in Europe and this will be the first time they'll see each other, if she can raise enough money.

Click here: http://queenharuhi.chipin.com/rendezvous-of-forbidden-love

What I want.

 I want the world to be a little more fair to me, a little less bitchy and a lot more fun. I want to remember what it feels like to be surrounded with 64, 94 and 164 colour Crayolas, dustless (which accumulates a lot of dust) chalk, sidewalks and colouring books and bubble gum instead of the media’s representation of a perfect body, size zero, sex, the dangers of heroin, crime, so many fake dramas and drugs that pump so much apathy into our bodies we turn a blind eye. To remember how it felt like to enter a candy shop for the first time and love all the juicy smells and touch the glass protecting the pretty shapes dusted in sugar and clothed in happiness. The days before health became important and when naps were mandatory, where fights were settled by sitting in the same room with the person you hated before cracking up and giggling, all friends again.

Instead of complicating things I would like the world to be a little simpler, smaller, precise and magical. I want parents to care more about their children, to let them go and grow and discover the world and to pull them back when the freedom becomes stifling and they want the comforting smells of home. I want to get to know the people close to my heart a lot more, to know what makes them cry and smile and want to tear their hair out in despair so I can do it for them instead. I want to know what it feels like to love someone so much your heart starts to ache because every moment you aren’t beside them, it runs across the ocean and beats right beside theirs.

I want my parents to realize that I can’t be sheltered forever, that I’m scared of letting go but I want them to know that I love them all the same, that my mouth can’t express it because I would hear the next sentence–”what do you want?” and it would just cripple me.  I’m overly dramatic and under qualified for not giving a fuck about what others think of me, because the people that don’t believe I matter don’t matter and the ones that do, will just understand. Quietly I think of what I want and don’t act on it because it’s selfishness, then flight of fancy grips me and says “You want this, you do.” so I do and live with knowing that if I never did anything nothing would happen, my life would stay as monotonous and disinteresting as possible and I would be JUST LIKE THEM.

Or maybe I could just do what other people do and put on my other face and live life inside a box.

Nah, too plain. I don’t want to live life chasing the fast easy dollar, the quick pound or any other form of currency. I just want to smell like cake instead of stuffing myself with it when times get too hard, to be the sweetness in life that makes you come back for more because it exists, whoa.

 

 

I want to say things that will touch the heart and comfort the soul because I’m listening, even if no one else is. Even if no one ever will. But I realize that while my wants are all-important, there is just one thing missing–the work.

 

 

 

So I want to work to make everything come true, even if it’s just using this limited alphabet and my experiences. I want to let you understand me.

 

 

 

 

I want to just be.