Anonymous asked: Kat!!! Answer all the questions on that body thing I am intrigued
Hair: Well, my natural is dark brown and I’ve never tried anything else. And though it might look strange I’ve always had a dream to dye parts of my hair white.
Skin: Tanning? God, yes. It’s a blessing. Never ever have I got burnt. Touchwood. I just get really really dark.
Eyes: TV show? Jeez. That’s an annoying question. At the moment I’m just cramming buffy. Love ‘em all.
Nose: Favourite fragrance?mmmm. Frangipani. Not really a fan or perfumes but the one my mum wears is my favourite because of all the memories. Every time I inhale it I get hit with my childhood and my mum. All the memories. Happy and sad.
Mouth: Kiss? Anyone would do I think. All the people I want to show my love for. People I think don’t see how much I do love them,
Tongue: Last meal? Rice, dhal, chickpea curry, ghee, lime pickle for afternoon tea.
Windpipe: Singing? Yes. I love it so much. For me, it’s the best artform there is.
Neck: Necklaces? Sometimes. Rarely. They have to be very long or choker like.
Ears: I have one ear piercing on each ear. And I desperately want a nose ring.
Cheeks: Blush a lot? No idea. Though I constantly have reasons to blush.
Wrists: Broken bones? Nope. HAHA! Touchwood.
Hands: No, I’m not an artist nor do I write. I used to write a lot. When I was very little and very sad. And it helped me and now I just don’t anymore.
Fingers: I play the viola and violin. My sexy ass babes.
Heart: I’m in love with a lot of people. Especially my friends. They cause me to love life itself most of the time which scares me. I’m in love with my family. I’m in love.
Lungs: No, I don’t smoke. And I hope I never have a reason to.
Chest: I guess. I always feel like someone should be protecting people no matter who they are.
Stomach: Yep. Yet again my friends help me with that. And my family seeing as they accepted and loved since I looked like a pudgy blob.
Back: What does virginity have to with my back? But yep.
Hips: Oh god yes! Terribly. And sometimes I wish I was part of a dance troupe. Sometimes you have no choice but to move to the sounds around you.
Thighs: I don’t think so. I think I can pride myself on choosing people who I spend my time with rather well. In year 1 I was told I looked like a boy and my mum opened a whole can of whoop-ass on that kid and then told me that he called me that because I made a cuter boy than that kid.
Knees: Knees and cheating? No. In any aspect of the word.
Ankles: No. Damn
Feet: Boots that I wore to the Dr. Who Symphonic Spectacular. Makes me feel like I could conquer evil in a gown with a parasol.
i want to be rebellious but i dont want to get in trouble
shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes
What’s the difference between being hungry and horny?
where you put the cucumber
when attractive people compliment me on things i get suspicious because remember when regina george complimented that one girl on her skirt