(I stumbled upon this girl's lovely blog last week and saw her post, so I decided to borrow her idea and add a few of my own. If you want to do it too, leave the link in the comments so I can read yours!)
If I were a month, I’d be December.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Tuesday.
If I were a time of day, I'd be 10:00pm.
If I were a number, I'd be fifteen.
If I were a planet, I'd be Neptune.
If I were a city, I'd be portland.
If I were a direction, I’d be north.
If I were a liquid, I’d be earl grey.
If I were a gemstone, I'd be a pearl.
If I were a tree, I’d be a willow.
If I were a flower, I’d be a ranunculus.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a steady rain.
If I were an animal, I'd be a bird.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a guitar.
If I were a car, I’d be this car.
If I were a material, I’d be polyester.
If I were a colour, I’d be #F0543C.
If I were a berry, I'd be a blueberry.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be a pea.
If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of fresh coffee and cookies.
If I were a sound, I'd be the waves constant crashing on the shore.
If I were a book, I'd be "the blue castle" by l.m. montgomery
If I were a quote, I'd be
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
If I were a song, I'd be "better than this" - hunter hayes- C.S. Lewis
xx. marcia
