#cintatake2

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But whyyyyy?

Never wanted to kill anyone and I'm not going to post selfies.

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cintatake2 replied to your post “moonxiesplace replied to your post “i’m tired and everything’s funny...”

*calming voice* Yes, you can. Go to bed.

I slept for like, 12 hours

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Wanna a cheesy pun? Okay; why did the tomato blush?

It saw the salad dressing.

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cintatake2 replied to your post: “Confession: When I look back I see myself as a nerd. Like, I had a bunch of cassetes with my fav scooby-doo movies, I had a perfect 10 on everything (exept for gym and art class) and I ALWAYS did as I was told. Now I am a bit of a mess but that's fine. (I still have the movies btw)”:

You and Velma are both amazing and pretty. <3

I don't like her and the people made clear it is because I look like a "mousy geek".

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Interesting Facts Meme (pt.2)

Under a readmore, will be updated as more questions come.

Anonymous asked:

When I was little I used to play with bus XD

I have a serious phobia of bugs. I used to be cool with them when I was little, but when I was about 10, my family went on a holiday to Vietnam and we slept overnight on a floating bungalow on the Mekong river.

Being the tourists that we were... we ended up in an over-advertised cheap-budget bungalow. It was summer. It was humid. There were bugs covering every inch of the bug net around our bed and leaking from every hole. Millipedes, centipedes, ants, mosquitos, moths, beetles, flies, insects I've never even heard of before were crawling and climbing all over the bed and my body through the whole night.

My mother tried to complain to the person in charge, but after our tour guide left, we had no translator and he wouldn't be back until morning. So all we could do was wait.

I spent the whole night crying and scratching myself, shaking and hugging my knees and it was probably the worst night of my life.

I scratched off a layer of skin and it left dark patches on me for a really long time. Now, whenever someone mentions bugs or if I even just see one, I could feel my skin itching and it's really, really unpleasant when I start scratching again.

clover-kun said: Interesting fact: This may seem a bit weird but a fact about me is that when I close my eyes, I often can see people without eyes and blood dripping out. It happens a lot and maybe its just my imagination, but it just happens.

Uhm...

When I was little, I vaguely remember having reoccurring nightmares about running down my grandparent's stairs with either dead or sleeping people littered around every floor. I was really scared of that staircase. Never knew why.

cintatake2 said:

Interesting fact: I have the highest pain tolerance in my family; I even burned my right hand with hot oil and I think I was 7 or 8 years old.

Being burnt is the worst way to go in my opinion. I'm not very fond of heat or fire, and being burnt just sounds horrible and messy. I'd much rather drown.

ivenglory said:

I always hoped that me and my friends would be trapped in a dangerous place so I could see who would help and who would care only about himself.

I miss being in the hospital.

Being hooked up to IV, the smell of disinfectant, the sound of heart monitors, the tubes, the drugs, bandages, morphine... This sounds really stupid, but it's one of the only places I still dream about and really find peace in it.

Anonymous said:

I dislocated my knee playing Just Dance 2014 for the wii, it was a Rihanna song

I broke my right leg jumping off the jungle gym when I was 12. That was the first time my parents had a serious conversation with me.

thegreenloke said:

I sometimes like to act very girly, and wear skirts and blouses, and other days I prefer to act like a guy, and wear a caps and behave rougher. I actually love it when people mistake me for a guy.

I love it when I hear people use he/him pronouns with me. It makes me a little happy knowing they at least acknowledge that part of me.

Anonymous said:

Not sure if this is a fact. Sometimes i get really shy and just don't comment on something. My mind just questions my comment Like it takes me a minute or so after i write out a comment before i just delete it all.

When I converse in my native language, I stutter and freeze up a lot and words get lodged in my throat. And seeing as I left where I'm from at a very young age, my vocabulary never expanded beyond that, so I still kinda stumble and semi-baby speak.

Which people from my country, a lot of the times, take for some sort of speech or mental impediment, and start talking to me like I have one.

It frustrates me to no end.

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Interesting fact: if I love/care about someone, I most likely will get aggressive for and towards this person.

When I love or care about someone, I get aggressive towards people that could possibly harm them /hurt them. This includes Family, friends and partners (Holy fuck THEY might love you but that doesn't obligate me to see past your crappy behaviour you total shitstain).

I want everyone I like/love to be happy and fullfilled and treated with the love and respect they deserve. 

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cintatake2 replied to your post:I wish I wasn’t myself

You stop that! Go art, now! I demand art! >:O

No

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cintatake2 replied to your post:cintatake2 replied to your post:I’m just feeling...

You stop that. Go art.

No. It doesn't really matter if I art or not.