They call me Loyalty

Honey cookies with drinkable strawberry yogurt.

I find all emotions beautiful, like different facets of the spectrum of life.

Probably not, since I wouldn't start a relationship with people who don't accept themselves for what they are.

All the effing time, except for now. I'm saying the truth this time.

There are no patterns to my dreams. Last time, I was having fun with two voluptuous women with reddish skin, very generous bodies. One of them was resting on my lap, while her sister whispered a lot of things to my ears. Also, they had horns. Before that, I was dueling vertically against a cloaked figure between two skyscrapers. A frenetic exchange of flourishes and blows. I was missing an arm for some reason. Then I was living in hawaii, I was a child, maybe 13 years old. Our family was poor and had to deal with a massive flood. Our house barely held together, before we lost all our possessions.

Try looking at loneliness as an state of mind. If you grow in understanding, perhaps you may to come to realize why there are people who despite being surrounded by others, still experience loneliness. And others that simply aren't affected by loneliness despite being alone. Make a friend of yourself.

I don't eat for survival, most of my food is meant to provide me well-beingness.

The female is biologically designed for such task.

I'm not. And I have had some great fun pulling pranks on other people with it. Once we were visiting a manor from my family, with my cousin. I abandoned her in the labyrinthic upper floors before turning off the electricity on the whole building. You should have heard that scream. She was crying when the rest of the family found her, paralyzed. I don't know why the fear of darkness, it must be some kind of primitive thing. I remember being a child, sitting in the dark of that vast living room, surrounded by old furniture and portraits of ancestors long gone, watching. Darkness isn't necessarily dangerous. The things that lurk inside people's minds, well. That's a different story. Some family considered me a bad influence, called me "devil" That kind of irrational fear, that ignorance. That's what monsters are really made of.

There is no difference, everything is always there. Whether or not your understanding allows you to grasp at it, that is a different subject.

Time doesn't need anything to be special for me. So, not necessarily.

Hollow Knight Godmaster.

Bayonetta. I absolutely despise games who recycle bosses you already beat, only to have them all mashed together during the end of the game.

Milanese chicken with fried eggs and fresh bread. I also want to take a moment to appreciate the anonymous chicken who sacrificed her life to feed me. You were delicious, and is an honor to have you be part of me now. As to your family, they'll be joining you very soon.

It has been eight years using windows 7, perhaps a little more.

Onion and cream, preferably pringles, though not technically potato chips.

I do as long as it involves fruits, chocolate, coffee, anise. But is rare, and still I'd rather all those things without the alcohol.