Tell me about yourself.

Tell me what makes you cringe.

Tell me what makes you snort while laughing.

Tell me about that time you did something incredibly stupid.

Tell me why you don’t like toast.

Tell me about your scars.

Tell me how you broke your arm.

Tell me why you don’t believe in karma.

Tell me what makes you anxious.

Tell me how you either sleep like a bear or don’t sleep at all.

Tell me that your left boob is bigger than your right.

Tell me that sometimes you like to stick your fingers between your toes.

Tell me that everything is going to be alright.

Tell me about your past.

Tell me your favorite movie.

Tell me your biggest fear.

Tell me you secretly love boy bands.

Tell me where your heart is.

Tell me what makes you, you.

Tell me how you got to this point.

Tell me your struggles.

Tell me your highs.

Tell me about that one time where you did this one thing with this one person.

Tell me that you’re struggling.

Tell me that you know you’re beautiful.

Tell me about that abusive relationship.

Tell me why you’re closed off.

Tell me how they hurt you.

Tell me your dreams.

Tell me about your adventures.

Tell me what you dream about.

Tell me when shit is too much.

Tell me why you love pineapples.

Tell me how you didn’t make the team.

Tell me about the dorky middle school you.

Tell me how your grandfather changed your perspective.

Tell me the story behind the quote, written in thick black sharpie, on your wall.

Tell me why you’re quiet.

Tell me what’s going through your mind.

Tell me how much you hate your love handles.

Tell me about the alcoholism.

Tell me about the night in jail.

Tell me the lies you’ve told.

Tell me jokes.

Tell me what you need.

Tell me why.