If I were a country, I'd be Antarctica
If I were a month, I'd be July.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Tuesday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 4am.
If I were a season, I'd be Winter.
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto. (Pre-unplanetation.)
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a jellyfish.
If I were a direction, I’d be South West.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a wardrobe.
If I were a liquid, I’d be black coffee with one sugar.
If I were a tool, I’d be a screw driver.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a tropical cyclone.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a violin.
If I were a colour, I’d be deep red.
If I were an emotion, I’d be manic.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a kiwi fruit.
If I were a sound, I’d be a thunderstorm.
If I were an element, I’d be air.
If I were a food, I’d be rice.
If I were a place, I’d be a well kept secret in your favourite part of town.
If I were a taste, I’d taste like black coffee with one sugar.
If I were a scent, I’d be the smell before rain.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be vacant.
If I were a song, I’d be Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Tuesday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 4am.
If I were a season, I'd be Winter.
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto. (Pre-unplanetation.)
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a jellyfish.
If I were a direction, I’d be South West.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a wardrobe.
If I were a liquid, I’d be black coffee with one sugar.
If I were a tool, I’d be a screw driver.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a tropical cyclone.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a violin.
If I were a colour, I’d be deep red.
If I were an emotion, I’d be manic.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a kiwi fruit.
If I were a sound, I’d be a thunderstorm.
If I were an element, I’d be air.
If I were a food, I’d be rice.
If I were a place, I’d be a well kept secret in your favourite part of town.
If I were a taste, I’d taste like black coffee with one sugar.
If I were a scent, I’d be the smell before rain.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be vacant.
If I were a song, I’d be Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones.
Escapism. Perception. Fashion. Philosophy. Film. Double Lives. Superstitions.
Celebrities. Cooking. Hotels. Sleep. Galleries. Grocery Shopping.
Museums. Trains. Murderers & their motives. Winter. Design. Markets. Toast.
Airplanes. Romance. Breakfast. Mythology. Art. Compliments. Secrets. Natural Remedies.
Psychology. Sea creatures. Thrillers. Veganism. Loathing Cats. Dreams. Lingerie.
Insanity. Hygeine. A lot of Romance. Selfless individuals. Murdering bacteria. Cities. Honesty.
Architecture. Safety. Travel. Festivals. Staying awake until you have to sleep.
Street performers. Nice scents. Decor. Seductive lips. Fresh Starts. Mystery.
Thunderstorms. Sugar-free sweets. Unexplained Mysteries. The Ocean. Sex. Organised Messes.
Interior Design. Pancakes. Beauty. Massages. Happiness. Agreeing to Disagree. Tea Sets.
Cafes. Red nail varnish. Popcorn. Long hair. Cinemas. Misunderstanding. Lakes.
Personal Space. Meeting Spots. Chocolate. Dead Celebrities. People Watching. Rainbows.
Girls who eat carbs. Junk mail. World Peace. Independence. Traditions. Nature vs. Nurture Debate.
White Walls. Old Theatres. Quirks. Knowledge. Roast Pumpkin. Breakfast for dinner. Neck Kisses.
Citrus. Motives. Road Trips. Summer Fruits but not Summer. Understanding. Mysterious people.
Makeup. Wisdom. Money. Thought Processes. The smell before rain. Food Pornography. New Beginnings.
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