Elizaveta Yankelovich

~ In a tree with lots of branches , do the branches sometimes bump into other branches and then those branches that get bumped into, do they get upset or angry or maybe just a little miffed? maybe?

~ Do finger nails like to get bitten? Maybe they do? Or maybe when we don’t bite them they get sad and feel rebuffed somehow…

~ Do octopuses ever get frustrated that they have eight tentically arms? Maybe they’d like less, maybe just five, maybe less, maybe less tentically?

~Why are things that we don’t know considered somewhat special? Like Special Sauce or Special of the day?

~ Why doesn’t someone invent edible bobby pins or sunshine glass?

~ Why won’t dinosaurs make a comeback?

~ Why can’t scars and scabs come in different flavours?

~ How come cell phone don’t have a make out feature?

~ Why can’t we turn ourselves inside out?

~ When I see planes I want to grab on to them…

~ French Rabbits and Markers …. Yes Please!

~ Loving yourself is a never ending hobby…. and everybody needs a hobby…

~ If I ate my arm I know it would be yummy…

~ Do blades of grass talk to eachother?

~ How is it that I feel so alone when I’m so not?

~ Imagine if our feeling were written on our body every time we felt them…

~ I wish we only talked with our eyes….

~ Trains have an awesome sound…

~ I wanna change my name to Wildfire…

~ Do feathers have insecurities too…?

~ I wanna be a satellite, a star and a fuzzy piece of hay all at the same time…

~ I have to stop drawing on myself… actually no I don’t.

~ Oddness is sexy…

~ I’ll paint your bike for a high five and alcohol…

~ Lighting a cigarette with a glue stick doesn’t work…

~ Saran Wrap tastes gross….

~ Don’t talk … Just do it… it’s way hotter…

xo

~ I wish I had a big cuddly bear that lived in my purse that I can hug whenever I felt like…
~ I wish I could transform into a fat meatball and roll down stuff like hills and volcanoes and sunrays…
~ I wish I was a mermaid covered in juice that tasted like diamonds and gold and made all the fishies nibble me all over…
~ I wish that bricks were actually made of gum…
~ I wish I was a hot werewolf…
~ I wish that birds were actually club sandwiches…
~ I wish that every morning I could re-enact that scene from Ghost where Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore make a clay pot and cover themselves with clay but instead of clay I want to use caramel, sprinkles and duct tape…
~ I wish that my hair smelled like bacon…
~ I wish that breasts didn’t migrate…
~ I wish that every workplace had an allocated two hour make-out break…
~ I wish I had a cloudcopter…
~ I wish I was a stallion wrangler…
~ The End xo