bluvelvet99: Your sense of individuality is something, that either through genetics or nurture, you
bluvelvet99: Your sense of individuality is something, that either through genetics or nurture, you got from your mom. If only you were as brave as she was. She was a local painter and musician known for her daring and edgy pieces that made her as controversial as she was beloved. You were afraid to be either of those things.On top of all that, she was beautiful and would inspire the sexual imaginations of all her male fans, and some of her female ones. Not only was she an auteur in her fields, but she was also quite the enigma. You’ve known her her whole life and even you don’t think you understand her one hundred percent. But you love her one hundred percent.She would often have long walks into the nearby wooded area alone. Sometimes people would see her there staring off into space. Some would probably kill just to know what was going on inside her head in those possibly transcendental moments. Other times she would take the car, and disappear entirely for weeks at a time. She didn’t even tell YOU where she was going. But you knew better then to press the issue. She was a genius after all.She occasionally would visit the local zoo from the outside where she could see the wolf display through the chain link fence. She would stare at the wolves intensely. And one of the enamored wolf keepers even commented saying that the wolves had a rare sense of calm in the moments during and after her “visits” with them. If she heard a wolf howling in the night air, during whatever she was doing, including talking to someone, she would be distracted and would look up at the moon intensely.One time, she gave the former captain of the high-school football team a handjob. That also happened. -- source link