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The Moving Character
(Source: amongthefree, via livinlifeinthefatlane)
Cross what you have done.
I have/had piercings besides the ears.
I want piercings besides the ears.I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.I have/want a tattoo.I can be self-conscious about my appearance.I have/had braces.
I have more than two piercings.
EmbarrassmentDisney movies still make me cry.I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.
Health
I’ve gotten stitches.I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.I’ve had chicken pox.
TravelI’ve been to Florida.I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day.I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Colombia.
I’ve been to Cuba.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to OttawaI’ve been to the Caribbean.I’ve been to Europe.
ExperiencesI’ve gotten lost in my city.I’ve seen a shooting star.I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.I’ve slapped someone.
I’ve kissed someone underwater.I’ve chugged something.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a musical.I’ve auditioned for something.I’ve been on stage.I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.I’ve pranked someone.I’ve ridden in a taxi.
Honesty / Crime
I’ve been threatened to be arrested.I’ve broken a law.I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I’ve sneaked out.I’ve lied about my whereabouts.I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
DeathI’m afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.I’ve seen someone/something die.
Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
I have attempted suicideI’ve thought about suicide before.
I’ve written a eulogy for myself.
Materialism
I own over 5 rap CDs.I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
I collected comic books.I own a lot of makeup.
I own something from Pac Sun.
I own something from The Gap.
I own something I got on E-Bay.
I own something from Abercrombie.I thrive on compliments
I thrive on hate.
RandomI can sing well.
I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.I open up to others easily.I watch the news occasionally or always.I don’t like to kill bugs.I sing in the shower.
I’m a morning person.
I’m a sports fanatic.I twirl my hair.I care about grammar.
I love spam.
I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day.I bake well.My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink ,blue, red, black, purple, or orange.I would wear pajamas to school.
I like Martha Stewart.I laugh at my own jokes.
I eat fast food weekly.I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.I’m really ticklish.I like white chocolate.I bite my nails.I’m good at remembering names.
I’m good at remembering dates.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
People
..ask if I’m anorexic/bulimic...call me fat.
..say I’m skinny.
..say I’m ugly.
..have said I’m pretty.
..spread rumors about me.
..force me to eat.
..say I eat too much.
..say I eat too little.
EatingI’v.e lost weightI’ve gained weightI’m at my thinnest.
I’m at my biggest.I’ve lost weight and kept it off.I’ve lost weight, but gained it backMy weight affects my mood.I diet.
I’m vegan/vegetarian.I exercise.
I’ve fainted from exhaustion
FamilyI’ve sworn at my parents.I’ve planned to run away from home before.
I’ve run away from home.My biological parents are together.
I have a sibling less than one year old.I want kids.
I’ve had kids.
I’ve lost a child.
Relationships
I’m in a relationship.I’m single.
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’m a swinger.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I have/had a friend with benefits.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve gotten divorced.I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.Someone has had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
SexualityI’m a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.I’ve hugged a stranger.
I’ve kissed a stranger.
Bad times
I regularly drink.
I can’t swallow pills
I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
I’ve been diagnosed with clinical depression at some point.
I have/had anxiety problems.I shut others out when I’m upset.
I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset.
I take anti-depressants.I’ve slept an entire day before.I’ve plotted revenge.
(Source: jusstfuckit, via floridian-lawlz)
(Source: wwiao, via livinlifeinthefatlane)
Dear Love:
Diary Entry #1:
Dear Love: It’s funny how in even the darkest of places a neat, little book will appear; hungry for someone to write in. As if this diminutive novel alone is in need of the attention of a creature to fill it with life. How sad to have this one find the wrong host…. I see you now with the woman you replaced me with. She is beautiful. Nothing compared to me, however. Nothing compared to the first love of your life. The one you have hidden away from the world…. No matter then. I will continue to wait, until you realize the mistake you’ve made. I know you will. I know you will return to me….
Diary Entry #7:
Dear Love: Oh this little book is filling quickly. You would be astonished at how many pages I have filled, yet the book never seems to end!… My dear, I see you more often now. You routinely now join me in this darkness. That girl doesn’t please you anymore, does she? Was that how you viewed me? The one person who took care of you no matter the circumstance? I, who snuffed some lights with you… for you? Even so, I await for your next visit.
Diary Entry #13:
Dear Love: Did you know the book whispers to me every now and then? She, yes it’s a she, tells me about past secrets. I gift her memories of us together and she mutters to me the instances of a distant past long forgotten. A time when a younger version of you held the hands of an equally young woman. She says you knew her before me. I don’t believe her. This is when I hate my diary as much as I hate you for leaving me in this dark and damp ground. But, still. I want to return to your arms. Please, come back.
Diary Entry #19:
Dear Love: I HATE YOU! You’re taking that new girl to the same place you took me. That “love nest” of yours, isolated from the rest of the world. You’ll promise her the same words you gave me: “My love for you can’t even be tamed in my deepest of dreams,” and the sickly sweet, “You’re too beautiful for this world before you.” Only Shakespeare could compete with the monologues you would create. I saw her help you with the same rituals we would do together. I was replaced….If only you had told me that you had grown bored. I would have done anything, anything to make you love me again.
Diary Entry #27:
Dear Love: She’s here with me now. She talks to me often and shares her fresher memories of you. Even the diary has silenced. We both now just listen to this new woman tell us about you. Your thoughts. Your feelings. The refreshing, new words of your touch….We all see you from this surreal prison. We also feel your presence more amongst our darkness. We feel you losing yourself, just as we had with you. We see you laughing when no one stands in the same room. You’ll be with us soon. Soon, you’ll be mine again.
Diary Entry #30:
Dear Love: You’ve joined me.
A small statured man anxiously paws over a few clipped papers, peering over to a rather tall, bearded man. Nervously, he opens his mouth to speak, hesitates, then begins once more.
“Doctor, this woman has been writing non-stop nonsense for the past eleven days.” The portly assistant wheezes, passing the papers to the unresponsive elder whose eyes remain fixated on a seated woman within a cell-like room.
“What has happened to her?”
The corpulent man barely finishes when the deep and empty voice of the doctor resounds, chilling the room as his words left softly from his throat.
“She views herself as the lover, assistant, and victim of a murderer she once knew. She has created the perfect image she has needed her entire life with the simple gift of paper and pen. A solution that has caused her to heal her broken mind, as well as corrupt it even further.”
“But doctor,” the assistant comments, “isn’t this the woman who has murdered three men?”
“Yes, yes it is.”
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