#double hands

or was. it’s still friday somewhere! so while we’re here, i have five quizzes, stolen from the beautiful @laperlina …

which of the new and improved five love languages are you?

HANDS: like the epitome of intricate rituals. you were probably a pulling pigtails type of kid. It's hard for you to decipher your feelings half the time, and when you do it’s even harder for you to communicate them. when you’re in love everything tends to be magnified. you get riled up from a gentle pinky brush, you lose your mind over a shoulder graze. your balled up fist waiting for someone to unravel you. i’m strong nine-tenths of the day — i have to be, just to survive. what i need is someone i can be weak with, ect. ect.

what color is your love?

Black; love as healing: your love is the carefully tilled soil of last year's garden. In that way, loving you is rich with possibilities and growth. You are a quiet weekend night, as the stars begin to wink down at you. You sit, you listen, you reflect. Perhaps in the past you've been misunderstood, maybe by yourself. Everything has the potential for love. Love is a promise for you.

what is your trauma archetype?

The Devoured: Your trauma is consuming, fiery, relentless. It burns through relationships, through safety, through peace of mind. Yet even in ruin, you shine with a dangerous intensity.

what body part are you?

hands: Hands can do so much, they're extremely versatile much like yourself. They can nourish, they can pray, they can comfort. But we both know that's not what you use yours for is it? You know as well as I do how hands can maim, can strangle, can destroy. They are unthinking and unfeeling, and unlike the others they do not act off instinct but off of command. Every act you commit is purposeful, filled with an intent, sometimes to be cruel and sometimes to be kind. You know who is deserving of your hurt, who is deserving of your love. Always make sure you can tell them apart before you wrap those hands around them.

what are you seeking?

peace: how long have you been at war with yourself? how much of yourself have you lost to the fire that's made its home in your heart? oh, but who can blame you? for as long as you can remember, you've had to face the world alone. all bared teeth and bloody knuckles. you learned young the only person you could rely on was yourself, didn't you? learned that the others would leave you to the wolves? and so you learned how to fight, how to stand tall even if you stood alone, how to shed the softness that wounded you before. but that isn't very sustainable, is it? the embers you swallowed, the fire you cloaked yourself in, it doesn't just burn the world around you. you have watched piece after piece of you go up in smoke: your hope, your smile, your mercy. what you seek is an end to the seemingly endless burning. and, little phoenix, you deserve it. please, breathe out. lean on me. the world isn't as cruel as you've made it out to be: it is okay to stop fighting. it is okay to let go of that anger. there is so much more to you, so much more that you have. the serenity you seek can be granted, but only once you are willing to work on letting go of the hate you've harbored for so long now.

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The Real Life Mr. G!