This quote attributed to Oscar Wilde came to mind today: “To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.” I need this Stormtrooper hug Unicorn shirt. And I wonder, what about having lost three parents? I lost my mother almost three years ago, my father, nearly seven months, and my step-father a scant three months. It reminds me, incidentally, of how important it was, when I was just 18, to refuse to wear uniform & weapons. A water drops vs. the sea but we shall overcome and, you may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one”. Perhaps it’s the passion I have for psychology that compels me to analyze the masses at the local mall. It’s almost time, let’s go? Mercy tapping me from my back. I didn’t notice her, not until now. I’m so deeply engrossed in my thoughts earlier.
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We finish our shift smoothly, no customer fights nor complaints. This Stormtrooper hug Unicorn shirt is cute. Everything’s normal besides noticing her glancing at me once in a while. What’s with this girl? Is she ready convinced about my answer this morning? Does she really think I’m capable of dating or that there’s one who wanna date with me? Smiling coyly, I just can’t help but be amused. At last for almost an hour on the line, now I found myself comfortably sitting near the bus door. The polluted city air and standing in line that long is really exhausting. That indeed makes me wish to live in boondocks or even backwoods, as long as with him the man in my dreams.
Catching my breath, as it seems to be an endless run. Not paying attention to my swollen bare foot. I instantly whisk to the side as a hanging dead branch of a tree tries to hamper the route I’m about to make. Few meters away I can view another blockage, it’s a trunk of a fallen tree. So, as fast as I can, with full force, I gallop over it. Finding the track clearer now, I sprint to chase that thing I’m pursuing or wait. How can I be sure it isn’t me being chased? I slow down, confused, planning to backtrack. But what if there’s something or someone hunting me. Why am I even running? Anxious as I’m turning my head back and forth, scanning the formidable surroundings.