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[whalemouse]

tell me, anonymously:

one: something you love.
two: something you miss.
three: something you have never told anyone.
four: something you like about yourself.
five: someone you admire or look up to.
six: where you would like to be in five years.

Comments

[anonymous]

one: Hanging out w friends
two: My bestfriend (I thought we used to be so close)
three: I have E.D
four: My collarbones
five: Rali-thin models
six: The States

[anonymous]

1. a ginger that loves someone else.
2. being a kid and having only one frustration: not being able to watch grown-up movies.
3. last year i thought about committing suicide every night.
4. i dont like anything about me.
5. my sister.
6. Sweden.

[anonymous]

1: music
2: being happy and carefree
3: i have minor scoliosis (it could have gotten worse over the years.. i don't want to know)
4: my hair.. most days
5: this one girl named acacia
6: i want to be happy; i want to be living somewhere where i feel like i belong; and maybe i'll be in a relationship.

[anonymous]

one: him. i can't explain it, refute it, or fight it.
two: the freedom of tiny hands holding onto fingers and letting go to chase the fireflies.
three: i just want someone to hold me steady and say "you are worth it, you are worth it, you are worth it."
four: my feisty approach to life.
five: my father and all of his resilience.
six: holding hands, making plans, and taking stands.

[anonymous]

one. I love going to the shore. Not necessarily for the reasons everyone else loves the shore, either. I love the drive to the beach, having the windows down, blaring pop-punk music that puts me in a happy mood, and having too many people in the car. I love when we get to the shore and have to feed quarters to the meter. I love sitting on the beach in the dead of winter, fully clothed with jeans, a jacket, and flip flops. I love hearing the waves crash, and I love finding crabs, starfish, and sea shells. I love the feeling the heaviness lift off of my chest when I'm watching the tide roll in and out.

two. I miss him, however much I shouldn't. I miss talking to him because no matter what mood I was in, he could make me laugh. I miss seeing shooting stars, and I miss the long drives. I miss knowing there was a bond and not acting on it even though both of us wanted to. I miss having long conversations and trying to cheer him up. I miss sporadic text messages. I miss having conversations rather than quick catch-ups. I miss knowing what