╰ ► GROUND BREAKER .「 ap 」

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ATTRACTIVENESS:

    repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

    grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

    not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

    never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

    i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

    i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

     seeing skye standing outside the front door of his house is not what surprises josh, nor is it that it’s two in the morning and she hadn’t bothered to text first. no, what really surprises him is that he opens the door to find her rubbing her face, smearing a crimson line across her cheek.

       his hand is wrapped around hers in a second, pulling her inside and dragging her to the bathroom. no words are exchanged as he sits her on the edge of the tub and searches for the first-aid kit. josh is much too focused on maintaining his anger and asking important questions rather than things like ‘i’m gonna kill whoever did this to you’ or ‘why the hell didn’t you call me?’.

       it’s not until he’s taken out the supplies he needs and knelt down in front of her that he finally finds the right words.

              “what happened, skye?”

    she  is  visibly  shaken  up  ,  hands  trembling  in  her   lap  as  josh     scrambles  for  medical  supplies  in  front  of  her  .  dull  shame  bobs     in  her  throat  and  she  thinks  of  making  up  some  sort  of  excuse     but  this  is  josh  .  they  don’t  lie  to  each  other  .  they  just  don’t  .

       ‘  stupid  .  i  was  stupid  .  ’  words  are  muttered  in  disgust  and        she  winces  ,  shifting  uncomfortably  on  the  edge  of  the  tub  to        relieve  some  pressure  from  the  bruise  on  the  back  of  her  leg  .        ‘  turns  out  if  you  think  a  wallet  belonged  to  sally  sue  and  you        steal  it  ,  it  actually  ends  up  being  a  fucking  ex - firefighter’s  .  ’

      loneliness isn’t typical for girls with black hearts and rotten flesh.    she had her other self—   her lovelier self,   pink and perfect.  in a sense,   that entity is the only thing inner’s decaying heart beats for.  it is because of her that she does not consider herself lonely;    how can one be alone when their other half is with them permanently,   sharing one divine stature ?  it’s impossible,   she thinks.   they always have,   and they always will have eachother.  the bittersweetness to this is the fact that outer’s feelings represent something a little more similar to fear than love,   but,   outer’s come to learn that the two tend to coexist.   ‘  would you say that to a child playing with a doll ?    it’s the same thing. ‘  nail combs through brown locks, running down her cheek.  ‘  you’re my doll. ‘ 

      sarcasm was an ugly virtue.    ‘   are you always this stupid around those who could rip out your heart and tear off your tongue ? ‘    perhaps the second one was more ideal;    she’d be permanently beautiful,   but no longer able to spew wickedness and vulgarity.  ‘ sounds like a death wish.  should we talk about it ? ‘   clever,   clever girl,    sarcasm was a shared virtue.    but,    she already knew she was ugly.