- 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?
- Face: Post a pic of yourself
I love you with my whole entire being. Whatever that may be to you. But I love you beyond the stars and more than you’ll ever know.
I DON’T KNOW WHY IN THE FUCK, THOUGH, YOU ARE LETTING A TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD MAN THAT YOU MET ONLINE HAVE YOUR HEART.
He’s obviously not right in the head. He should be in jail. He shouldn’t kiss you, hold you, he shouldn’t even talk to you. If he was mentally stable, if he didn’t have issues, he wouldn’t even think to talk to a sixteen year old.
He doesn’t care about your life, your family, your feelings, your heart. He says he does, Mia, but he doesn’t. He want your body.
I wish you would listen. You’re going to get so hurt.
There’s a difference between him and I. See, I actually care, but you push me away. He could care less about you, Mia, but he tells you what you want to hear and you’re all googley eyed because he likes basketball and skateboarding and you ‘relate’ lol.
I’m not even jealous at this point, I’m disgusted. And I’m going to tell someone.
Anonymous asked: Hey I heard you locked your keys in your car at plaid.
omg shut up
How many times am I going to let you hurt me like this? How many times am I going to try to make you mine? How many times am I going to let myself get involved with you? HOW MANY MORE FUCKING TIMES CAN I TAKE, HONESTLY?
I’m about to explode lol, I’ve never been this fucking sad. AND YOU CAN’T EVEN MESSAGE ME OR CALL ME TO SEE IF I’M OKAY.
Well newsflash, beautiful, I’M NOT. Thanks for being there. (lol.)
I hope I”m going to be okay tonight, for YOUR sake, not mine.