#quizzes.

ORANGES.

love to you is sitting next to /your person/, so you take out a mandarin, and as you peel it you give them every other piece. no one says a thing, but you both know what’s bubbling beneath it all. you wanna protect your love, and you know that somewhere deep within you, like it’s branded on your bones. you wanna be a safe house in the middle of a war. you wanna be a lit up home at the end of day, signaling to come this way. you devote yourself to everything you care for, you don’t know how else to want. you give your hand as an offering, you give yourself as penance. well it's all very: i love you. i want us both to eat well.

A SECRET THIRD THING . . .

You could be the one behind the dooming; the one being haunted; the one trying to undoom someone, narrative be damned; the narrative itself—The possibilities are endless. You’re all the tragic tropes woven together, smushed into a box, and tied with a ribbon. You transcend the narrative: Even if someone’s fate is sealed and they’ve died a thousand times before, it’s not happening this time—not on your watch. You’re the physical embodiment of the death of the author, the one with a fatal stab wound and the one doing the stabbing. One last word of advice: Doom yourself before the narrative does. Don’t let it win.

a rose colored sun

you are warmth. you are hope. you are always reaching, and reaching. you have a great love inside you, and you are determined to share it with others, to warm them from the cold and empty void. but you give too much. you have torn yourself open, and now your light is stained with your own blood. do you think yourself too reckless? do you know how to stop? you are passion. you are a burning, bleeding heart. all look to you for guidance, for your comfort, but who will catch you when you fall? never forget, no matter how many times you fade beneath the horizon, no matter how many times your sun has set, you will rise again at dawn.

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what shatters you?

what shade is your soul?

how does your story end?

where does your anger lurk?

where should you be kissed?

which flower represents you?

where do you carry your pain?

what creature lies in your soul?

how do you need to be touched?

what darker love do you embody?

how do you need to be comforted? 

which of my original lyrics are you?

Whether your intimate knowledge and interest in chemistry and biology (more specifically human anatomy) is the reason for your unhingedment or if it's the cause, you're undoubtedly very intelligent. You're not a fan of large scale violence or chaos of any kind, you'd rather keep to your own studies (which may or may not involve brutal small-scale violence). You've never brought serious harm to anyone from your own crew and so they're used to looking the other way when you decide to drag a suspiciously human-sized bundle into your cabin again. Despite all that, you've saved at least two dozen people from certain death and have invented new medicine, some of which actually works like it was intended to.

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

BRIGHT SUNNY YELLOW: Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. It's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's the impatience too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as it's lazer focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

tagged by: @garniers