A Pharonic Jedi In Middle Earth
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sallyblogsthings:

Rude. Pretty sure if your partner is worth their salt they won’t go running after someone ‘normal’ and ‘undamaged’ if you let them in and be vulnerable with them.
How dare you not be sweetness and light and have real people feelings! You’re a woman, you’re not meant to make your partner notice you!
And you, boy! We apparently expect you to be such doucherags that you are incapable of the emotional maturity required to be there for your partner if they’re ‘damaged’ or unhappy, and will instead dance off into the distance with someone less /difficult/.
Ugh.

Sarly, I love you.

sallyblogsthings:

Rude. Pretty sure if your partner is worth their salt they won’t go running after someone ‘normal’ and ‘undamaged’ if you let them in and be vulnerable with them.

How dare you not be sweetness and light and have real people feelings! You’re a woman, you’re not meant to make your partner notice you!

And you, boy! We apparently expect you to be such doucherags that you are incapable of the emotional maturity required to be there for your partner if they’re ‘damaged’ or unhappy, and will instead dance off into the distance with someone less /difficult/.

Ugh.

Sarly, I love you.

This…is kinda how it feels for me right now. I feel like I’ve drifted away from everyone, maybe been gently nudged away by some. I know, I have rehearsals, I know, I’m busy a lot right now…but I think I’m still here. There’s always going to be that wave of ‘…oh…’ when you see a person that you once felt uber-close to, but who now (seemingly) ignores you whenever they see you (last time there was not even a hi, and when I tried to talk to her later she reacted like I was taking up her time by trying) has been out randomly socializing and it’s a situation where you just feel like that would have been nice to know about, even though it was totally unplanned and random so it’s stupid to feel that way in the first place. But you can’t shake it so you have to go to sleep with the thoughts rattling around in your head. A few months ago she would have picked me up en route without warning.

This…is kinda how it feels for me right now. I feel like I’ve drifted away from everyone, maybe been gently nudged away by some. I know, I have rehearsals, I know, I’m busy a lot right now…but I think I’m still here.

There’s always going to be that wave of ‘…oh…’ when you see a person that you once felt uber-close to, but who now (seemingly) ignores you whenever they see you (last time there was not even a hi, and when I tried to talk to her later she reacted like I was taking up her time by trying) has been out randomly socializing and it’s a situation where you just feel like that would have been nice to know about, even though it was totally unplanned and random so it’s stupid to feel that way in the first place. But you can’t shake it so you have to go to sleep with the thoughts rattling around in your head.

A few months ago she would have picked me up en route without warning.

"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.

(via sequinedserpent)
vhaux:

blackcoffee-and-cigarettes:

I could reblog this everytime I see it on my dashboard because it’s exactly how I feel…

It hurts because it’s true

vhaux:

blackcoffee-and-cigarettes:

I could reblog this everytime I see it on my dashboard because it’s exactly how I feel…

It hurts because it’s true

spybrarian:

sallyblogsthings:

shamrocked:

dreamingofacity:

blue, the most human colour

It’s been three years since the earthquake that generally fucked everything (as of yesterday and 3.5 years since the first one), and our city still looks largely like this in the places buildings have even been cleared.  So many more are still crumbling and broken, yet to be demolished and cleared away.
It doesn’t feel like three years.  It still feels like it happened a month ago most of the time.  Three years ago the city fell down around us and I was in the centre of it.  There was so much dust from fallen buildings and smoke from the burning CTV building that we couldn’t see more than a block ahead of us.  People were swarming the streets, some with blood on their faces from fallen debris.  Mud and water flooded the streets and as we passed the basilica we saw that one of the towers had fallen and crushed a few cars.  People were frantically trying to see if anyone had been inside them.  Thankfully no one had been, but they had no way of knowing then.  The cars were smashed flat.  I finally reached my housemate by phone to tell her I was on my way home and then she screamed in my ear as another huge aftershock rocked everything.  Buses were crushed by buildings and there was no water and no power and everything was so terminally fucked up.
I’m proud of this city for continuing on; for coming together to get through this.  But I still wonder if it will ever feel like it didn’t just happen a month ago.

My brother and I were at school, I was 17 and in my final year, my brother was 13 and in year 10. We had to wait for four and a half hours on the field with a thousand other freaked out teenagers while rumours flew about the university collapsing and the city being on fire. There was no cell phone signal, none of us knew anything about our families and all we could do was sit there and hope.
My dad worked on the second story of a building opposite the Pyne Gould Guinness building (that concertinaed in the earthquake) in the city centre. He walked from the city centre, through the square, for 3km to the primary school my mum works at. From there, they walked another 2km to find my sister at her intermediate school. Then they walked 1.5km more to finally pick up my brother and I. My dad’s car was stuck in the red zone for about four months before it was safe enough for him to go and pick it up, and driving at that time wasn’t a good idea anyway.
There were so many aftershocks that day. When we walked home from school, we passed a house on the corner that had been shaken apart. I had walked past that house every day for the past five years. The kid from that house was the same year as me and I always used to see him on his bike at the intersection as we were passing his house. Luckily no one was home, and no one was hurt.
We left the city to go and stay with my grandfather in Oamaru. We stayed there for two weeks because my mum refused to go back inside our house until the city started to calm down (our house is around 80 years old and made of weatherboard, and it rattles like a motherfucker). I found out about the cathedral in the Ashburton McDonald’s on the trip down to my grandfather’s. I had had no idea of the extent of the damage to my city, and I burst into tears in front of the whole building and was ready to be very embarrassed when I got a hold of myself. Then I realised that the room was full of Cantabrians who were doing the same thing.
After the June earthquake some news programs sent cameras to talk to people on the streets about how they were feeling. I remember one of the questions put to a group was ‘are you getting used to it now? because there’s been so many do you just learn to deal with it?’, and one of them burst into tears and said ‘how could we ever get used to it? I just want it to end.’
Everytime I feel an aftershock I tense up, and I try very hard not to cry. I have yet to meet someone who was there that day who can sit through an earthquake like they’re nothing. Kia Kaha Christchurch.

I was on my way home from Hornby library and I’d stopped at Borders Riccarton to try and spend my book voucher before they went out of business. I’d left work an hour early so that I could squeeze in my shift at South library early too, but I wasn’t due there till 2.
Everything was early that day because me and Circe and Alina and Lara were supposed to have dinner with Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley that night, before their gig in town. We had been cooking vegetarian food all the night before.
I walked home from Riccarton in a state of shock. I was wearing jeans that kept slipping off my hips and carrying an umbrella because it had been raining that morning. I walked with strangers and we talked. I texted everyone I knew and some of the texts came back. I got a text from my Mum in all caps START GOING HOME DON’T GO TO WORK.
I got the same text over and over and over from Lara. It said:
I’M OKAY
I’M OKAY
I’M OKAY
I’M OKAY
I’M OKAY.
I didn’t know if the phones were fucking up or if she was trapped somewhere freaking out and repeating herself to try keep herself sane.
I managed to get Laura on the phone as I was walking past her house. She said she was at the LFoD. I kept walking.
I met a man who was visiting his daughter and didn’t know his way home. We managed to work out where it was. I met another guy who had been in the museum. I met a woman who’s husband was in Lincoln and she didn’t have her phone on her to tell him she was going to her mothers house, since their own was in town. I met another woman whose daughter had been in Cathedral square and had seen someone die. Some Maori guys drove past me and yelled something out of the window and I nearly screamed and started swearing at them till I realised it was something like “we’re okay/you’re okay!”.
There were aftershocks the whole way home. I grabbed onto things, I sat/fell down, I avoided tall fences, I slipped and slid over the silt and water that was POURING out of the ground, flooding the footpath.
I made it home. Circe and Lara and Laura and Dad and my brothers were already there. No one had heard from my cousin. She was in town. It was terrifying. Phil came over. I think Tim did too. Mum made it home eventually, with Lucy, the only Chinese survivors from the CTV building. Eventually we heard that my cousin was still alive.
From my bedroom doorway (the ground was still shaking, I could hear running water under the house) I rang Amanda Palmer’s tour manager, to see if they were okay and still wanted any of the food we’d made. They were still in Napier. We all ate mushroom tarts and couscous. Alina and Peter came round.
Eventually I went to bed and wrote a letter by one of my solar lights.
At 10 or 11pm the electricity came back on. Me and Lara went online. We read the news. We worked out that so far, no one in our social group had died.
The next day or the day after me and mum drove over to Sumner to help her colleague pack her house. One stone wall had been torn away from the rest of the house. I have no idea how the rest of it was still standing.
No one was awake when I got home. I listened to Amanda Palmer’s ‘The Ship Song’, and I cried for the first time since it happened. Mum came over and saw me crying and said I was very silly for listening to sad music and we hugged a lot. I couldn’t listen to that song without crying for a very long time. (There were a LOT of things I couldn’t do without crying for a VERY long time.)
Sometime after that, my parents and my brothers and my cousins all went over to the coast to escape. I stayed at home with the flatmates. being separated was hard, but I couldn’t leave my friends either. Eventually, everyone came home.
Sometimes I still feel the overwhelming, crushing sadness that it happened. There is nothing particular about the sadness, just a broad, deep wave of it that hits sometimes. It’s less often now, but it’s not gone.

Tuesday was meant to be Club’s Day at uni, and because I was Dictator I was all excited for my first club’s day and how awesome it would be to get newbies. I came to uni and found out the rain had cancelled the event, and I had all this damn KAOS gear with me for the day so I stashed it in the Club’s Room of the UCSA. I was really lazy that day – I didn’t go to my midday media and communications lecture. So I was in the second-floor UCSA common room we always hung out in, with it’s view of the river and the bar below us, when the shaking started. And everyone – there must have been 15 at least of us – sighed and all started to make “oh, look, another aftershock” comments. But it didn’t stop. And it didn’t calm. People started diving under the tables. All I could think was that the windows were going to break, and me and someone else – but for the life of me can’t remember who – moved to the middle of the room to call to the panicking Asian students at the other end, telling them to get under the tables and stay away from the windows, that everything would be okay. We were evacuated to the Ilam Fields. I’d left my favourite hoodie behind but grabbed my bag. I managed to call Dad before my credit ran out. I sent a mass text to everyone I could think of – I was okay, were they? Replies were sporadic. People were crying. Then someone received a text from their current boyfriend – the CTV building had collapsed. The Cathedral was gone. I got home two and a half hours later. A lift from a half-known friend’s mum. We listened to the radio and texted people; held on whenever the car started to rock from side to side. At home my room was blocked by fallen bookcases, and I remember being so relieved that my laptop hadn’t crashed to the floor from my bed. Mum and Dad, along with my English Aunt who’d been rendered speechless, left the city a few days later for Wellington. This had been arranged for months; the scattering of my grandmother’s ashes (hence the visiting English Aunt); and they left to me telling them that I’d be fine, I was fine, and this was something they needed to do. Dad offered to stay, I told them to go.  It was only for five days, but it felt like a life time. Now I can’t even remember how I spent the days, I know I was online for most of it but the details are hazy. My time became consumed by compiling the KAOS role-call – the list of all current members, close friends, friends of members, anyone associated so we could make sure we were all okay. I cried at night for my city. It still feels like something out of the movies. Something that happens to other places, other people; not here, not to us. Tears come to my eyes readily when the quake is mentioned, when I think of all we’ve lost and all we’ve fought to keep, but it’s been a long time since I just cried. Kia Kaha my beautiful city, and my beautiful people.

spybrarian:

sallyblogsthings:

shamrocked:

dreamingofacity:

blue, the most human colour

It’s been three years since the earthquake that generally fucked everything (as of yesterday and 3.5 years since the first one), and our city still looks largely like this in the places buildings have even been cleared.  So many more are still crumbling and broken, yet to be demolished and cleared away.

It doesn’t feel like three years.  It still feels like it happened a month ago most of the time.  Three years ago the city fell down around us and I was in the centre of it.  There was so much dust from fallen buildings and smoke from the burning CTV building that we couldn’t see more than a block ahead of us.  People were swarming the streets, some with blood on their faces from fallen debris.  Mud and water flooded the streets and as we passed the basilica we saw that one of the towers had fallen and crushed a few cars.  People were frantically trying to see if anyone had been inside them.  Thankfully no one had been, but they had no way of knowing then.  The cars were smashed flat.  I finally reached my housemate by phone to tell her I was on my way home and then she screamed in my ear as another huge aftershock rocked everything.  Buses were crushed by buildings and there was no water and no power and everything was so terminally fucked up.

I’m proud of this city for continuing on; for coming together to get through this.  But I still wonder if it will ever feel like it didn’t just happen a month ago.

My brother and I were at school, I was 17 and in my final year, my brother was 13 and in year 10. We had to wait for four and a half hours on the field with a thousand other freaked out teenagers while rumours flew about the university collapsing and the city being on fire. There was no cell phone signal, none of us knew anything about our families and all we could do was sit there and hope.

My dad worked on the second story of a building opposite the Pyne Gould Guinness building (that concertinaed in the earthquake) in the city centre. He walked from the city centre, through the square, for 3km to the primary school my mum works at. From there, they walked another 2km to find my sister at her intermediate school. Then they walked 1.5km more to finally pick up my brother and I. My dad’s car was stuck in the red zone for about four months before it was safe enough for him to go and pick it up, and driving at that time wasn’t a good idea anyway.

There were so many aftershocks that day. When we walked home from school, we passed a house on the corner that had been shaken apart. I had walked past that house every day for the past five years. The kid from that house was the same year as me and I always used to see him on his bike at the intersection as we were passing his house. Luckily no one was home, and no one was hurt.

We left the city to go and stay with my grandfather in Oamaru. We stayed there for two weeks because my mum refused to go back inside our house until the city started to calm down (our house is around 80 years old and made of weatherboard, and it rattles like a motherfucker). I found out about the cathedral in the Ashburton McDonald’s on the trip down to my grandfather’s. I had had no idea of the extent of the damage to my city, and I burst into tears in front of the whole building and was ready to be very embarrassed when I got a hold of myself. Then I realised that the room was full of Cantabrians who were doing the same thing.

After the June earthquake some news programs sent cameras to talk to people on the streets about how they were feeling. I remember one of the questions put to a group was ‘are you getting used to it now? because there’s been so many do you just learn to deal with it?’, and one of them burst into tears and said ‘how could we ever get used to it? I just want it to end.’

Everytime I feel an aftershock I tense up, and I try very hard not to cry. I have yet to meet someone who was there that day who can sit through an earthquake like they’re nothing. Kia Kaha Christchurch.

I was on my way home from Hornby library and I’d stopped at Borders Riccarton to try and spend my book voucher before they went out of business. I’d left work an hour early so that I could squeeze in my shift at South library early too, but I wasn’t due there till 2.

Everything was early that day because me and Circe and Alina and Lara were supposed to have dinner with Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley that night, before their gig in town. We had been cooking vegetarian food all the night before.

I walked home from Riccarton in a state of shock. I was wearing jeans that kept slipping off my hips and carrying an umbrella because it had been raining that morning. I walked with strangers and we talked. I texted everyone I knew and some of the texts came back. I got a text from my Mum in all caps START GOING HOME DON’T GO TO WORK.

I got the same text over and over and over from Lara. It said:

I’M OKAY

I’M OKAY

I’M OKAY

I’M OKAY

I’M OKAY.

I didn’t know if the phones were fucking up or if she was trapped somewhere freaking out and repeating herself to try keep herself sane.

I managed to get Laura on the phone as I was walking past her house. She said she was at the LFoD. I kept walking.

I met a man who was visiting his daughter and didn’t know his way home. We managed to work out where it was. I met another guy who had been in the museum. I met a woman who’s husband was in Lincoln and she didn’t have her phone on her to tell him she was going to her mothers house, since their own was in town. I met another woman whose daughter had been in Cathedral square and had seen someone die. Some Maori guys drove past me and yelled something out of the window and I nearly screamed and started swearing at them till I realised it was something like “we’re okay/you’re okay!”.

There were aftershocks the whole way home. I grabbed onto things, I sat/fell down, I avoided tall fences, I slipped and slid over the silt and water that was POURING out of the ground, flooding the footpath.

I made it home. Circe and Lara and Laura and Dad and my brothers were already there. No one had heard from my cousin. She was in town. It was terrifying. Phil came over. I think Tim did too. Mum made it home eventually, with Lucy, the only Chinese survivors from the CTV building. Eventually we heard that my cousin was still alive.

From my bedroom doorway (the ground was still shaking, I could hear running water under the house) I rang Amanda Palmer’s tour manager, to see if they were okay and still wanted any of the food we’d made. They were still in Napier. We all ate mushroom tarts and couscous. Alina and Peter came round.

Eventually I went to bed and wrote a letter by one of my solar lights.

At 10 or 11pm the electricity came back on. Me and Lara went online. We read the news. We worked out that so far, no one in our social group had died.

The next day or the day after me and mum drove over to Sumner to help her colleague pack her house. One stone wall had been torn away from the rest of the house. I have no idea how the rest of it was still standing.

No one was awake when I got home. I listened to Amanda Palmer’s ‘The Ship Song’, and I cried for the first time since it happened. Mum came over and saw me crying and said I was very silly for listening to sad music and we hugged a lot. I couldn’t listen to that song without crying for a very long time. (There were a LOT of things I couldn’t do without crying for a VERY long time.)

Sometime after that, my parents and my brothers and my cousins all went over to the coast to escape. I stayed at home with the flatmates. being separated was hard, but I couldn’t leave my friends either. Eventually, everyone came home.

Sometimes I still feel the overwhelming, crushing sadness that it happened. There is nothing particular about the sadness, just a broad, deep wave of it that hits sometimes. It’s less often now, but it’s not gone.

Tuesday was meant to be Club’s Day at uni, and because I was Dictator I was all excited for my first club’s day and how awesome it would be to get newbies. I came to uni and found out the rain had cancelled the event, and I had all this damn KAOS gear with me for the day so I stashed it in the Club’s Room of the UCSA.

I was really lazy that day – I didn’t go to my midday media and communications lecture.

So I was in the second-floor UCSA common room we always hung out in, with it’s view of the river and the bar below us, when the shaking started. And everyone – there must have been 15 at least of us – sighed and all started to make “oh, look, another aftershock” comments. But it didn’t stop. And it didn’t calm.

People started diving under the tables. All I could think was that the windows were going to break, and me and someone else – but for the life of me can’t remember who – moved to the middle of the room to call to the panicking Asian students at the other end, telling them to get under the tables and stay away from the windows, that everything would be okay.

We were evacuated to the Ilam Fields. I’d left my favourite hoodie behind but grabbed my bag. I managed to call Dad before my credit ran out. I sent a mass text to everyone I could think of – I was okay, were they? Replies were sporadic. People were crying. Then someone received a text from their current boyfriend – the CTV building had collapsed. The Cathedral was gone.

I got home two and a half hours later. A lift from a half-known friend’s mum. We listened to the radio and texted people; held on whenever the car started to rock from side to side. At home my room was blocked by fallen bookcases, and I remember being so relieved that my laptop hadn’t crashed to the floor from my bed.

Mum and Dad, along with my English Aunt who’d been rendered speechless, left the city a few days later for Wellington. This had been arranged for months; the scattering of my grandmother’s ashes (hence the visiting English Aunt); and they left to me telling them that I’d be fine, I was fine, and this was something they needed to do. Dad offered to stay, I told them to go.

It was only for five days, but it felt like a life time. Now I can’t even remember how I spent the days, I know I was online for most of it but the details are hazy. My time became consumed by compiling the KAOS role-call – the list of all current members, close friends, friends of members, anyone associated so we could make sure we were all okay. I cried at night for my city.

It still feels like something out of the movies. Something that happens to other places, other people; not here, not to us. Tears come to my eyes readily when the quake is mentioned, when I think of all we’ve lost and all we’ve fought to keep, but it’s been a long time since I just cried. Kia Kaha my beautiful city, and my beautiful people.

jedi-temple-dance-party:

sallyblogsthings:

Today at a party someone I didnt know told me I had nice thighs and theN TOUCHED MY LEGS WITH BOTH HER FULL PALMS and I had to swallow a panic attack and this is why sometimes I hate KAOS parties.

I’m sorry you had to go through that :( I…

*cuddles*

cross out the things you’ve done

yorklinsonboys:

Graduated high school. Kissed someone. Collected something really stupid. Smoked a cigarette. Got so drunk you passed out. Rode every ride at an amusement park. Gone to a rock concert. Helped someone. Gone fishing. Watched four movies in one night. Gone long periods of time without sleep. Lied to someone. Snorted cocaine. Failed a class. Smoked weed. Dealt drugs. Been in a car accident. Been in a tornado. Been to a funeral. Burned yourself (not on purpose). Ran a marathon. Cried yourself to sleep. Spent over $200 in one day. Flown on a plane. Cheated on someone. Been cheated on. Written a 10 page letter. Gone skiing. Been sailing. Have a best friend. Lost someone you loved. Shoplifted something. Been to jail. Dangerously close to being in jail. Skipped school. Had detention. Got in trouble for something you didn’t do. Stolen books from the library. Gone to a different country. Dropped out of school. Watched the “Harry Potter” movies. Had an online diary. Had a yard sale. Had a lemonade stand. Actually made money at the lemonade stand. Been in a school play. Been fired from a job. Swam with dolphins. Taken a lie detector test. Voted for someone on a reality TV show. Written poetry. Read more than 20 books a year. Gone to EuropeLoved someone you shouldn’t have. Used a coloring book over age 12. Had surgery. Had stitches. Taken a taxi. Seen the Washington Monument. Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. Overdosed. Gone surfing in California. Had a hamster/guinea pig. Pet a wild animal. Used a credit card. Did “spirit day” at school. Dyed your hair. Got a tattoo. Got straight A’s. Been on the Honor Roll. Know someone with HIV or AIDS. Made-out with someone. Played on a sports team. Snuck out of the house. Swore at a teacher. Gone laser tagging. Had a romantic relationship. Been on the TV. French braided. Skinny-dipped. Driven a car. Performed in front of an audience. Gone bungee-jumping. Been to Mexico. Crashed a car. Sky dived. Been kissed in the rain. Made an 11:11 wish. Drank alcohol. Forwarded a chain letter. Made a mistake.

sallyblogsthings:

Today at a party someone I didnt know told me I had nice thighs and theN TOUCHED MY LEGS WITH BOTH HER FULL PALMS and I had to swallow a panic attack and this is why sometimes I hate KAOS parties.

I’m sorry you had to go through that :( I know I touched you too, hope I wasn’t stomping on any boundaries and I’m very, very sorry if I was. Love you xox

phatlemon:

ladymacmeth:

the sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone

My dress shoes do this too. I think it may be a design feature.

Yeah, but the difference is when it’s your dress shoes, Declan, there’s no doubt you’re on your way to assassinate someone.

Stupid question o’clock

nottonyharrison:

Ever wanted to ask a question you think might be really dumb, but genuinely want the answer? Ask away, anon or not. Serious responses only from this blogger today.

Vaguely NSFW Asks (do it, do it, do it)
1. Are looks important in a relationship?
2. Are relationships ever worth it?
3. Are you a virgin?
4. Are you in a relationship?
5. Are you in love?
6. Are you single this year?
7. Can you commit to one person?
8. Describe your crush
9. Describe your perfect mate
10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
11. Do you ever want to get married?
12. Do you forgive betrayal?
13. Do you get jealous easily?
14. Do you have a crush on anyone?
15. Do you have any piercings?
16. Do you have any tattoos?
17. Do you like kissing in public?
20. Do you shower every day?
21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?
26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
28. Have you ever been cheated on?
29. Have you ever cheated on someone?
30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?
31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?
32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?
33. Have you ever had sex with a man?
34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?
35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?
37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?
41. Have you had sex so far this year?
42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?
43. How long was your longest relationship?
44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?
46. How many times did you have sex last year?
47. How old are you?
48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?
50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?
52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?
53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
54. Is there someone you will never forget?
55. Share a relationship story.
56. State 8 facts about your body
57. Things you want to say to an ex
58. What are five ways to win your heart?
59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)
60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?
61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?
62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
63. What is your definition of “having sex”?
64. What is your definition of cheating?
65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?
66. What is your favourite roleplay?
67. What is your idea of the perfect date?
68. What is your sexual orientation?
69. What turns you off?
70. What turns you on?
71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?
72. What words do you like to hear during sex?
73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?
74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?
75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?
77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
78. What’s your dirtiest secret?
79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?
80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
81. Who are five people you find attractive?
82. Who is the last person you hugged?
83. Who was your first kiss with?
84. Why did your last relationship fail?
85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

thebigbadwolfe:

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hoorayismyway:

baw-bee:

sophieonpage:

thegoddamazon:

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