I.
Non-alcoholic elixir of herbs and magic
ISO MOC/hard femme types . ..
for constructive arguments, witty banter, and silence.
This abuelo has a very low-tolerance for yt bullshit.
My arms are too tired for more emotional labor, but we can tear up over some, This Is Us. I keep wondering what is better than Randall? Then Kevin comes through with something.
Let's look longingly at rivers with forgotten names,
and I can read to you, and you trace your fingers over my
lines, skin, breaks.
listen
I hear
your
heart.
II.
Dark and moody type, seeking out the same for calling out sick, and fucking in bed.
III.
Incredibly good external organizer with messy desk ISO fellow coffee addict. I can't really converse without it in the morning. And I generally don't trust those who don't drink coffee.
In the summer I will make too many jars of sun tea and you can help keep track of where I've left my thoughts.
IV.
Stubborn cancer with floating earth parts ISO a human that has a catalog of life experience and wants to fold me into her pages. Please be mildly into biting.
V.
Good humored belly-laugher can intuitively tell when you might need a gift, a card, or nothing at all. Let's walk the Oregon coast, get cold and wet, and spend evenings by fire, exploring the roar of . . . .
VI.
Rock and disease coin collector ISO a dusty, neglected, lover, who is ready to spend countless hours trying to connect, but we're both too busy to physically meet up.
VII.
Lonesome human, with kindness to share ISO, one person who is willing to commit to the imperfections of life. You: Smile with your whole body; offer me things you can never actually give; quote my favorite authors; cook with the grace of all your ancestors.
Me: I love with loyalty to a fault; I buy too many cards, that I never send; I spend most days sitting in my car, trying to catch a glimpse of Red Tailed Hawks.
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