Girls, this will save you so much time by littleplasticrose, journal
Girls, this will save you so much time
How to get a "beach body":
1. Go to the beach.
2. Repeat as necessary.
How to get "bikini ready":
1. Buy a bikini.
2. Wear it.
The "Little Black Dress" challenge:
1. Find a LBD that you like (genuine challenge)
2. Wear it.
Fuck what anyone else thinks. I realise this is easier said than done. But it's officially spring so obviously these kinds of articles are coming out and they piss me off so much. If you want to rock your bikini, you do so, regardless of your size. Your weight should have absolutely zero impact on your ability to enjoy your life.
So you've got a slight wobble in your thighs, or some stretch marks from that growth
1. The first time I found God
Was when I was 15.
I found God in a pen.
I scribbled down words
And he brought them to life.
2. They found God in their phone.
Instead of handling the awkwardness
Of the party,
They prayed to God to get them out.
3. He found God in his paycheck.
He locks himself in his office
As if it was a church,
Hoping to see God again.
I think I saw him praying
Last week when I visited.
4. She found God
In the mirror.
When she looked at God
In the eyes,
She freaked out
And punched the mirror until it shattered.
The devil put his hand over
Her fist and told her it’ll be alright.
5. They found God in each other.
I
i.
dear sunshine,
you are my bruises. welts
along my wrists, fingertips
dancing on my neck. bluebird,
you were a midnight mistake
leaking over the next morning.
you wept and all
the world called you beautiful;
we kissed the naked silence between your bones,
we watched you drown yourself in vodka and not-so-
secrets, and we brought you back to life;
we held you as you quaked
like a tragedy in its first bloom.
I called you beautiful,
and you used all of me
[I am as naked as the breeze, as
useless as a songbird without
a note. I am as hungry
the tide and as lonely
as the moon who calls
upon it; starlight,
you took all of me,
the negative sp
“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equa
Masquerade in Freefall by meowclopspurrcat, literature
Literature
Masquerade in Freefall
Tired of all the lies
Fooled by your wandering eyes
For too long;
It’s time to reinvent this masquerade
Ashamed of what I’ve done
Confused with that I’ve become
Do I care anymore?
I’ll own this charade
My masks are now my own
Each one I will condone
You think I’m lying?
I know I am
But I’m not hiding
I’m through with fighting
I’ll lay the facts down
According to my own plan
The mask among my friends
Will lead me to new ends
I‘m fearless, dauntless
With whispers I’m through
The guise with my elders
Is me fluffing my feathers
Take a look at my achievements,
For they all surpass y
listen to it if you have a minute. if you don't, make a minute. the harmony at about half a minute in kills me every time.
so, i made this little dudette
please ignore the terrible caption (my english teacher told me I had a boy's handwriting)
The medium is colored pencil. I'm quite proud, considering it's my first attempt at actually making a real piece of art. I know I can improve. I hope to.
other than that- spring break begins for me tomorrow; please play your petite violins in pity of how belated it was coming
also tell me how you are. I'm sorry I've been distant lately; my schedule's been tight, my sleep has been worse. I miss you
god cried for us that afternoon
on the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you. I see you
shaking. I know you’re
hungry and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie. you
said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.
he was selfish, too.
Furball [the cat that battled depression] by DamaiMikaz, literature
Literature
Furball [the cat that battled depression]
There was one thing I was certain of when we met that day;
You were the most miserable looking cat I had ever seen in my life.
A tiny white furball. Skinny. Unproportional.
Your legs were too short for your body, as was your tail. It made you wiggle when you walked. There was that thing about your face that just wasn't right. Weird, squinted eyes. You were always snotty, like having caught a cold that never ceased. And when you purred, it was strangely noisy. As if something had broken inside long ago. We always had that funny joke about you, in which we pictured you as a human being. The school nerd that got bullied on in class. The one wit
we are not a fairytale by intricately-ordinary, literature
Literature
we are not a fairytale
we are not a fairytale.
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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