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Arianaa
| Hetero Female, 47, Wonderland not, Arizona
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Female
Wonderland not Arizona 47
Hetero
Caucasian
04/23/24 |
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Resurrecting an Aria.
I am a complete introvert. I prefer to watch and listen. Occasionally a conversation, but mostly hanging out with friends.
I'm a service type girl. Interested in an intelligent exchange of ideas. I am not looking for anything other than that. You be you. I'll be me. It works best that way.
I am silly, serious, and more than often sarcastic. There are echoes and emotions that stir me and the rest is my cup of stars.
Without laughter, what is the point?
I do believe in mending things, but mostly things that can be mended. That being said, I do keep the faith about things that matter. And I will walk into that darkness when called upon to do so. I just won't stay there.
***I rarely respond to messages or email.***
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8/22/2023 3:21:41 PM: 'Purple words on a grey background' - NY
6/20/2023 8:49:27 PM: Holy Hell, the alternative version of this by MB, the longing in the second verse is rather beautiful.
'And if you could see what it's done to me to lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to the land that I once knew
To learn as we grow old the secrets of our souls'
Stumbling upon beauty is not so rare as we might imagine.
3/21/2023 3:08:53 PM: At night, I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined.' - Neruda
1/31/2023 8:35:56 PM: And to paraphrase JS, now that we do not have to be perfect, we can be good.
I dig the flaws and the scars. The inherent goodness and the fire. The words and the song. All of it together until it is one.
The rest is Somewhere in Time in dreams.
12/22/2022 6:57:13 PM: When you have been in the presence of a god, where do you go from there? Back down to earth to plant a garden perhaps. Walking along the shoreline, watching as the waves break against the rocks. Thinking of Him as you gaze at the stars. There is no encore. How could there be? So, back to the flowers.
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