(via chinazzo)
(Source: r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r)
If I were a month, I’d be October.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Monday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be sunrise.
If I were a planet, I’d be Mars. [since the sun is a star and the moon is a moon; but both of which are very important to me.]
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a cyanea octopus.
If I were a direction, I’d be South.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf.
If I were a liquid, I’d be tea.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be citrine or moonstone.
If I were a tree, I’d be a spruce.
If I were a tool, I’d be a upholstery hammer.
If I were a flower, I’d be a thistle.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a cold still autumn day with heavy gray clouds, but no rain.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a cello.
If I were a color, I’d be red. [though my fave is green]
If I were an emotion, I’d be stubborn.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a lemon.
If I were a sound, I would be a wooden wind chime.
If I were an element, I’d be Tungsten.
If I were a food, I’d be spinach.
If I were a place, I’d be Edinburgh.
If I were a material, I’d be wool.
If I were a taste, I’d be sour.
If I were a scent, I’d be juniper.
(Source: alasmypetticoats)
You should finally get it through your head that the people you often call “brilliant” are only reflections of you.
