I like when people are curious about and interested in the past.
I dislike when people want to relive the past. This is certainly almost always.
I like disconnecting from noise. This is ironic because most of the noise in my life is of my own making. But also, it’s not, and that is what makes me so angry nowadays.
I dislike—in fact—I fear, having no idea what’s going on. (I will say it if I have to, but don't like to ever question, “Wait, what?”)
I like when I find people who can and will march with the beats of my many hearts.
I dislike when people suggest that I mute one of my hearts to be more acceptable for their boring tune.
I like beauty. The type of lovely beauty that makes me think that shapes are colors and that both can also be feelings.
I dislike when people overvalue beauty and say things like “Everything and everyone is beautiful!” It’s not; they’re not. :/
I like when a new leaf is tight, coiled, and pointed. I like it even more when it opens and is soft and tender to the touch and reminds me of newborn skin.
I dislike the pain that I think a plant has to go through to die and be reborn with the seasons. Yet, I’m also very thankful for such a consistent role model.
I like when I read words on a page that exact a feeling that feels like dust particles inside me—just floating around in my mind and my heart waiting for a little light to let me know it’s there.
I dislike when meanies admit to never reading or thinking…about anything, but especially when they admit to never reading or thinking about their feelings or someone else’s.
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