who are you?
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who are you?
tagged by: no one, I yoinked it.
tagging: you, do the thing.
2, 3, 5
2. He likes records! Nothing compares to vinyl.
3. Just depends on how he’s feeling, really. He prefers baths mostly, because. Bathbombs. He really likes glitter sometimes. Like. REALLY likes glitter.
send me a * and i’ll write all the things i adore about you & your blog!
[ what does your blood taste like? ]
( I'm gonna do one for both Carla AND Jaina... just because. )
fruit punch
your blood tastes like fruit punch, a fruit juice typically mixed with sweeteners and sodas. prominent flavors: sugar, ambiguous fruits, and uncomfortable school dances.
cabernet sauvignon
your blood tastes like cabernet sauvignon, a dry red wine. prominent flavors: dark fruits, pepper, and vanilla from oak aging.
tagged by: @torntruth (<3) tagging: YOU, do the thing.
HOW DO YOU GAZE AT YOUR SOULMATE?
when they don't know you're there
you want to see who they are at their core. your love smiles for you. they put on a brave face. they tell you off when you're out of line and they encourage you when you know your mistakes are piling up. they're the one who is always there. but there are moments you catch them unawares and that is when you watch them. you want to see the expression their face takes when they aren't being brave for you. you want to see how they smile when it isn't designed to lift your own burdens. you want to see what they say to everyone else. how they talk about you. how everyone else encourages them or if they let anyone be there at all. you want to see what is underneath it all so you can prove that's who you love. the parts of them they try to hide. the parts they think you don't already know and adore.
What color does your love feel like?
dark stormy blue
Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.
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WHAT IS PECULIAR ABOUT YOUR SOUL?
Splintered
Somewhere along the way you've been harmed. Thin fractures wrap across your soul like ancient withered marble. Perhaps we will never find the cause of such harm... but what is important is that you are safe from it, now; preserved eternally. Examined closely, but never touched. The wounds hurt, but you do not tell. There is no salve in the world that could rid you of them. Not anymore.
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