Red: Five Facts About My Body (that’s so many facts for one body)
1) My bones are super brittle and crack constantly, I feel. I can turn my body to look in a different direction and, half the time, my knee, back, and even foot all make their presence known.
2) I feel like my proportions don’t make sense. I’m a decent height, but my legs are short, and my torso is long. Also, my torso is fairly slim, and then I just have this….booty. And it’s just out there, and there’s no denying it. Only very recently have I started to enjoy this about myself. I used to hate it.
3) I hate my nipples. Please, don’t look at them.
4) I can’t be sure, but I think my anxiety gives me minor heart palpitations, so when I start to feel anxious, I feel very irregular patterns of heart beats. This obviously makes me more anxious, and I subconsciously check my pulse.
5) There’s only one tattoo on my body (on my upper left thigh), and it’s a stick & poke an ex boyfriend gave me a couple years ago. It’s a small bike, with a heart for the front wheel. I still like it. It’s still cute.
White: Three Facts About My Personality
1) I am awkward, and self conscious, and this often comes off as snotty or stuck-up to new people. I promise I’m neither of those things, though, so talk to me anyway! I’m generally relieved to be approached as I can’t ever make the first move.
2) Oddly, I can get along with just about anyone. Literally. I can almost always find something to like about everyone.
3) I’m an introvert, but when I’m paired with the right kind of extrovert, I’m loud as hell. And I give no fucks.
Cool, guys, we covered all the bases. Good work team, now I can go to sleep!
1) I had an imaginary friend named Frog. Yes. He was a frog. And I would push him on swings and stuff. We were great pals.
2) My right eye is legally blind, so I had to wear an eyepatch until I was about 7 years old for 6 hours a day. It was humiliating and frustrating, because it actually weakened the eye that it was supposed to strengthen.
3) I was slightly OCD as a child, especially when it came to things like the tightness of my shoestrings being equal, or the height of my socks.
4) When I was very small, I remember thinking that learning to speak a new language, and being able to understand what you heard, meant that you basically decoded words like “gato” through your ears and that, once you were fluent, you just heard “cat”, instead. If that makes sense.
Grey: 2 Facts About My Favorite Things,
1) Food. Enough said.
2) I very much enjoy cuddling. However, I don’t like to be held super tight, because then I get anxious, and feel trapped. Eh.
Black: One Fact About The Person I Like,
1) Oh, poop, this would be one of them. All that matters is that they don’t return the feeling, so…
I do have some minor lil crushes though. All are intensely cute, if that helps.
I really just weaseled my way out of that one. Sorry!
“Dick Cheney got a new heart! That’s the headline! The headline is ‘Dick Cheney Got A New Heart!’ You know, I’m sure, by the way, that that is a very different headline in the organ community — probably something like ‘Innocent Heart Sentenced To A Life In Cheney.’”—JON STEWART, The Daily Show (via inothernews)
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”—Sylvia Plath (via luna-lee)
“I don’t care how much sex anyone has, how often they do it, or who they do it with. I’m much more interested in the consent, pleasure, and well-being of the participants and the people affected by it. I respect women who are asexual, celibate, monogamous, multi-partnered, or have had more partners than they can recall. I respect women who only have sex after a commitment to monogamy and those who have sex with someone within minutes of meeting them. I respect women who have transactional sex, women who have sex for love, or for any other reason. I know that all of these categories are permeable and that many women move from one to another. And I know that any of these decisions can be made from a place of personal power, choice, and authenticity, as well as from a place of coercion, shame, and disempowerment.”—Charlie Glickman (If You Don’t Respect Sluts, You Don’t Respect Women)
you guys i’m so excited to dye my hair the wrong way, aren’t you excited for it to be orange instead of blonde? i know i am. oh man i’m just so excited for everything to get all fucked up, it’s great when that happens.
“I think part of the reason we have trouble drawing the line “it’s not okay to force someone into sexual activity” is that in many ways, forcing people to do things is part of our culture in general. Cut that shit out of your life. If someone doesn’t want to go to a party, try a new food, get up and dance, make small talk at the lunchtable—that’s their right. Stop the “aww c’mon” and “just this once” and the games where you playfully force someone to play along. Accept that no means no—all the time.”—