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what would the cover of your biography (presumably written by somebody else who never knew you, postmortem) look like?

hopefully it would look like the autobiographies of like, amy poehler and mindy kaling since i’m conceited enough to think that my personal level of hilarity is deserving of a female comedienne-esque cover. there would be my face with like mascara dripping down my cheeks like i’m some long-neglected gothic doll but i’d have this really sardonic smile and half my hair would be natural and the other half would be just the flyest weave and i’d be holding like a fucking lollipop in one hand and a game controller in the other and i’d be wearing this like ultra-femme frilly dress with sweatpants and a blazer i just want the whole thing to scream ‘we had a very small budget' and also 'this girl was a fucking paradox'

is happiness a delusion? is happiness only real when shared? why or why not?

is happiness a delusion? look, you take happiness where you can get it, and you hold onto it like it’s made of fucking diamonds. i think anything that makes existing a little less painful, that makes the world seem a little less dark, that reminds you that you’re alive and enjoying living, that is as real as it gets. as honest as it gets. 

happiness can be found in something as simple as deciding to look in the mirror and see yourself as worthy. as beautiful and deserving of love. or it can be found in the first bite of ice cream on a hot day, or in between the pages of a good book. {and you can, of course, argue that without someone employing the labour to produce X product then blah blah blah, but i’m not tryna get that deep} or happiness can be found when your dog looks at you like you comprise the whole of their world, or when you share a really stupid but rib-achingly good laugh with someone you love, or curling up in a dark theatre with a bunch of strangers and sharing in the closeness of that emotional experience. 

Does perfection exist? If the word perfection did not exist, what word would  be in its place? What would perfection mean instead? 

the world is ending, and you can save one group of five people: who would be the five people that you save?

my sister

my mom (that is a very hard maybe)

ben

jerry

If there was one person you could get drunk with and kiss and then later blame it on alcohol, who would it be?

would you convert to a different religion if your fiancé/fiancée was of a different faith?

honestly, i'm not sure. i grew up in a fundamentalist christian home so i'm very bitter towards christianity and i'm very wary of religious movements. {i currently identify as an agnostic atheist with heaping spoonfuls of spirituality.} so i suppose if i had a partner who wanted me to convert to christianity, the answer would be hell naw. me and yt jesus are not on good terms.

but if my partner really wanted me to convert to something else, i would take it into consideration, and probably incorporate some of that faith's tenets into my own 'practice.' 

but full-on conversion?

nahh. my spiritual and religious worldviews are incredibly important to me, because they are mine. they fit into the nooks and crannies of my life. they evolve, they expand, they fit my need for ritual, for skepticism, for curiosity and adventure. they are a set of ideologies specifically crafted for me, by me. and especially coming from a place where i was forced to look at the world through a very specific lens, a lens formed from bigotry and imperialism and hypocrisy and discordance? i need the freedom to believe whatever the hell i want to.

Describe one time you basically thought you were the shit, when your self-confidence was soaring through the roof. This is meant to be a positive thing.

Are you afraid of aging? Why?