#good ass questions too. damn

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

weird shit for you to tell us about tomorrow: what colour do you think your soul is? what sex-related injury are you most likely to inflict? what’s your dream breakfast? what’s your nightmare breakfast? what gets you off lately? what makes you feel whole? when you think of someone you hate, what is it about them that makes you so bothered? what were you like when you were four? ok love you goodnight

its far from tomorrow but it is today

my soul is purple. blues and reds billowing against each other, melancholy and passion merging together. serenity, wisdom and reliability fusing with anger love vigour and courage. ya

i bite really hard during sex. i only broke skin once but its because my canine scraped her collarbone

dream breakfast FUCK. honestly. any cabane à sucre breakfast forever and ever. classic eggs sausage bacon potatoes toast with jam and butter and a side of blueberry pancakes. nightmare breakfast? huh. i dunno. i love breakfast. probably like….oatmeal

what gets me off? im not sure if this has a sexual intent but i shall answer figuratively and literally. figuratively, pretty much everything. i am a very grateful individual. the cracks in my life are filled with gold. as for sexually, being smothered, like, borderline suffocated

ngl when i bike really really fast (and recklessly) on my electric bike and feel like im about to die but i dont. i feel pretty whole then

i dont hate anyone, not really. i kinda mostly feel pity for people, which might be worse. i think ultimately though, the thing i tend to “hate” the most is when someone tries to manipulate me so blatantly and obviously. even worse when it actually works. anything that bothers me in someone though is kinda silly, in retrospect, because its usually just a personality clash.

when i was four i was polite, charming, dangerously curious and highly adventurous. i would climb everywhere. every time my mom would turn away from me, i’d climb. you always had to look up to find me. i was a bit strange, always thinking. i needed constant stimulation and would get it on my own. i was very very mature. would greet people at the door, offer them water. i had manners. i wanted attention but didn’t know how to get it. i was off in lalaland a lot, always making up stories and roleplaying entire movies. i wasn’t much different than how i am now, only more innocent.

thank you so kindly for this. it was super fun like holy shit. you’re so good to me 💗