Anonymous: what if chocolate and vanilla were best friends and stopped being different in an amazing way, launching anyone who tasted their friendship into ecstatic fits ?

Anonymous: Waht if choclat ahs like spikes and poison darts and stufdf?

I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.

We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.