Bruise
I love bruises.
Perhaps that's inaccurate. I am fascinated to no end by my own bruises. I never purposely bruise myself, but lately I've been bruising more often and it's just interesting to find out how much I like them. I also was awfully clumsy the other day and fell off my bed (my bed is on risers, so it was a pretty far fall, lawl.) It didn't hurt, but I knew I would get huge bruises from it. Two days later and the bruises are forming and it's just delightful. One in particular spans across my hip around to my back. I've also got bruises down my legs from just bumping into things repeatedly. They're beautiful.
Whoops.
Perhaps that's inaccurate. I am fascinated to no end by my own bruises. I never purposely bruise myself, but lately I've been bruising more often and it's just interesting to find out how much I like them. I also was awfully clumsy the other day and fell off my bed (my bed is on risers, so it was a pretty far fall, lawl.) It didn't hurt, but I knew I would get huge bruises from it. Two days later and the bruises are forming and it's just delightful. One in particular spans across my hip around to my back. I've also got bruises down my legs from just bumping into things repeatedly. They're beautiful.
Whoops.