|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:||Favorite pair of shoes?|
|Brain:||Anything you want to ask|
my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen
but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen
thank u little bread stick that made me feel better
this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts
this scared me and made me cry and i am almost embarrassed to post this but quite honestly i would rather fight for this rather than anything else.
men and womens value, and the indescribable importance of intimacy
'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'
'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.
You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.
The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.
You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’