I want to be kissed angrily.
I want a girl who has had an extremely bad day and is mad at the world, shove me against a wall and kiss me until both our lips start to bruise. I want her to pour out all the anger shes feeling and shove it down my lungs, and then I want to push back. Not with force but with air, I want to turn that anger into love and turn the bruising kiss soft. I want to remind her that life is too beautiful to hate.
This is absolutely perfect.
- Hate yours
- Be rude to yours
- Become your character’s enemy
- Be willing to attack/fight yours in a plot
- Develop a bromance or platonic relationship
- Have or receive UNreciprocated feelings with yours
- Team up with your character against others
- Otherwise engage in non-romantic interactions
B: Where I’m from.
C: Where I would like to live.
D: Favourite food.
I don’t really eat…
I don’t really have one.
F: Sexual orientation.
I kinda like both genders…so am I bisexual or….
H: Favourite book.
Either Wicked or Mary Poppins
I: Eye color.
J: Favourite movie.
K: Favourite TV show.
L: Favourite band/singer.
I like way to many to pick, but singing wise I really like a lot of broadway actors and actresses, like Ashley Brown, Gavin Lee, Laura Osnes, Idina Menzel, Laura Michele Kelly, and the list can go on, meanwhile bands I really like Panic at the Disco, Vampire Weekend, Passion Pit, Florence + the Machine, Muse, and that list can go on as well but you get the idea.
M: Random fact about me.
I can singe and act and draw really well
N: Favorite day of the year.
O: Favourite color.
P: If I have any pets; if so, their names.
MooBert and Simon, my cats, and Cocoa and Shaq, my dogs
Q: What I’m listening to right now.
The Call by Regina Spector
R: Last movie I’ve watched.
S: What’s my ringtone.
T: Favourite male character from a TV show.
All the men of New Girl
U: Favourite female character from a TV show.
V: What my name means.
It’s a color and a flower and my grandmothers middle name
W: Favourite superhero.
X: Celebrity crush.
Y: My birthday.
Z: Ever self-harmed?
Mrs Banks paused for a moment, unsure of exactly who she was looking at. He was tall, rather skinny, with a cap and a soot-covered face. It was by accident that she had bumped into him on the streets, down where the shops were on one side and cafés in the other. While Winifred wasn’t certain who…
Bert had been walking down the street after seeing Mary for tea. As he was walking he bumped into a shorter woman, about Mary’s height, only she was blonde. “Mrs. Banks!” He smiled brightly before removing his cap and bowing to her. “Bert Alfred mayhem, but everyone round these parts call me Bert.” He smirked. “And ‘ow are things with Mr. Banks and the kids, if you don’t mind me askin of course.”
New sunglasses. I HATE MY NOSE.