I second the naked man in my living room wish, one who's crazy about me and that I'm crazy about.
A new job (with a future) that doesn't stop me from having time for my art work.
A lovely boyfriend for my mom.
That my apartment appears one morning magically meticulously tidied and spotless.
Enough money and free time to travel more.
I've been a really good girl this year Santa. Pretty please?
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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