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Message me a body part, this looks so interesting

  • Hair:

    What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?

  • Skin:

    Do you tan easily?

  • Eyes:

    What is your favorite show to watch?

  • Nose:

    What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

  • Mouth:

    Do you want to kiss anyone right now?

  • Tongue:

    What was in your last meal?

  • Windpipe:

    Do you sing?

  • Neck:

    Do you wear necklaces?

  • Ears:

    How many piercings do you have (if any)?

  • Cheeks:

    Do you blush easily?

  • Wrists:

    Have you ever broken a bone?

  • Hands:

    Are you an artist/writer?

  • Fingers:

    Do you play an instrument?

  • Heart:

    Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?

  • Lungs:

    Do you smoke cigarettes?

  • Chest:

    Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?

  • Stomach:

    Do you feel confident in your body image?

  • Back:

    Are you a virgin?

  • Hips:

    Do you like to dance?

  • Thighs:

    Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?

  • Knees:

    Have you ever cheated on someone?

  • Ankles:

    Have you ever been arrested?

  • Feet:

    Do you ever wear heels just for the hell of it?

  • Toes:

    Do you like country music?

allyykatt: sue-eh-side: This reminds me of the most terrible feeling. When your pain is tangible. You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realise how long it’s been eating away at your insides until you finally cave in and crumble helplessly, crashing, spiralling down, hopeless. The terrible tightening in your chest, the constriction of your lungs, the deep, shuddering breaths in as you try to hold back the inevitable- then you break. Now comes the painful, wracking sobs, screaming silently, your damaged self seeping out through the cracks that you flimsily repair each time you fall apart. But this time, those cracks have split wide open, leaving gaping holes in your being. You wail for a long time, weeping pitifully as you cry yourself a pool of self-sympathy, until you are empty, benumbed, turned inside out. Favorite movie. Always reblog from it. Basically
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allyykatt:

sue-eh-side:

This reminds me of the most terrible feeling.

When your pain is tangible. You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realise how long it’s been eating away at your insides until you finally cave in and crumble helplessly, crashing, spiralling down, hopeless. The terrible tightening in your chest, the constriction of your lungs, the deep, shuddering breaths in as you try to hold back the inevitable- then you break. Now comes the painful, wracking sobs, screaming silently, your damaged self seeping out through the cracks that you flimsily repair each time you fall apart. But this time, those cracks have split wide open, leaving gaping holes in your being. You wail for a long time, weeping pitifully as you cry yourself a pool of self-sympathy, until you are empty, benumbed, turned inside out.

Favorite movie.
Always reblog from it.

Basically

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