I was tagged by bulbul-e-bismil and sententiousandbellicose. I love you, sweethearts, so I’m actually going to be super honest while filling this out.
Eye colour: Brown/Black
Hair colour: Black
Height: 5′4′
Clothing style: Whatever suits the weather
Guilty pleasure: Detective dramas. (*whispers loudly* BATTLE CREEK)
Ambitions: I have a list of them, which include:
2) buying a country
5) owning an estate with a sprawling garden, maze, and possibly horses or other farm animals
17) looking good in leather
First thoughts waking up: Hello. (I power on like JARVIS in the mornings.)
Best quality: I know way too much.
Dogs or cats: I love both. The fluffier the better, though I’m not going to turn away a chihuahua or a sphinx.
Single date or group date: Never had one so I don’t know.
Do I tell the truth: Even when people don’t want to hear it (but need to).
Do I believe in myself: Enough to know what I want and be secure in that.
Do I believe in love: I believe that if you care for someone, even if you don’t particularly like them or know them very well, then you know that there is evidence of love.
Do I want someone: I want them to be happy. Whether or not I am part of that happiness means nothing.
Have I ever been on stage: Yes. (In the loosest and vaguest sense.)
Have I ever done drugs: Nope. I like my brain chemistry as it is.
Have I ever changed who I am to fit in: For a very long time.
Fave colour(s): Oooh, that’s hard. Greys, whites, blacks, all the blues, some turquoises, and bright, bloody red. It’s all very nautical.
Fave animal: Birds. If I had to imagine walking outside and having one animal come up to me, it would be a bird, though the neighbor’s tabby came stalking right after.
Fave movie: PACIFIC RIM. (I babble and grab onto the nearest thing or person so watching this movie with me is either going to be a very good or very bad thing for you.)
Fave game: ZEN. I don’t know if that was what it was called, but I remember playing a game with rings and rocks and no, it wasn’t a jewel craft thing, it was moving them around in a particular order in the fewest moves possible.
Next birthday: Nope. I get enough about my birthdate from my friends and family. I’m done. Nope.
How old will I be: Again. Nope. I’m sorry, but I am more or less a 35 years-old woman in my soul. My real age does not matter.
