Hello. I'm Chela, I'm 21 years old. I live in Madrid. I'm an ENFP. This is my main blog. I pretty much post whatever i want. Sometimes it's Mila Kunis, sometimes it's kittens and when I'm drunk I forget to be cool and reblog a bunch of 1D. I also write sometimes.
2: Shoe size
3: Do you smoke?
4: Do you drink?
5: Do you take drugs?
6: Age you get mistaken for
7: Have tattoos?
8: Want any tattoos?
9: Got any piercings?
10: Want any piercings?
11: Best friend?
12: Relationship status
13: Biggest turn ons
14: Biggest turn offs
15: Favorite movie
16: I’ll love you if
17: Someone you miss
18: Most traumatic experience
19: A fact about your personality
20: What I hate most about myself
21: What I love most about myself
22: What I want to be when I get older
23: My relationship with my sibling(s)
24: My relationship with my parent(s)
25: My idea of a perfect date
26: My biggest pet peeves
27: A description of the girl/boy I like
28: A description of the person I dislike the most
29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend
30: What I hate the most about work/school
31: What your last text message says
32: What words upset me the most
33: What words make me feel the best about myself
34: What I find attractive in women
35: What I find attractive in men
36: Where I would like to live
37: One of my insecurities
38: My childhood career choice
39: My favorite ice cream flavor
40: Who wish I could be
41: Where I want to be right now
42: The last thing I ate
43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
44: A random fact about anything
So I’ve been looking to start a new series. But not one that’s like all intense and dramatic and shit. So I was like, “Let’s give Pretty Little Liars a go. That one seems like a lighthearted drama and Ashley Benson is fit.”
Oh my god.
Apparently the only true part of that statement is that Ashley Benson is fit.
nobody’s ever really happy to find out they’ve stayed up too late.
it used to be a cool achievement but now it’s like
"fuck. god damn it. not again. shit."
So I was feeling veryyyy insecure after dinner cause, basically, I still don’t like feeling full. And instead of just sighing and letting myself feel bad I took a sexy picture of myself. And like I still arched my back and held my breath but it’s still the first picture I’ve taken of myself /after/ eating and I don’t hate it.
This is a very solitary victory, though, cause I’m not letting tumblr see my nipples and I don’t have anyone to send nudes to. But hai. It’s something.