3. Tattoos I have
I’ve got three so far - a rat on my shoulder, the symbols from avatar on my arm, and birds on my collarbone. Pictures can be found here!
5. Piercings I have
Just my ears right now. I used to have my eyebrow done, and I’d like to get it done again. Also, I’m considering a septum ring.
13. Life goals
Publish a book of poetry. And start a band haha :)
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3. Tattoos I have
4. Last time I cried and why
5. Piercings I have
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7. Biggest turn off(s)
8. Top 5 (insert subject)
9. Tattoos I want
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12. Ideas of a perfect date
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20. Anything you want to ask
Inspired by the many complaints i’ve received of older Lilo’s resemblance to Nani.
It’s the same in every story.
She’s your best friend, your other half, the shoulder you cry on when something bad happens. You go out together, have the same interests, talk about politics and movies and books and memories. You spend your free time together and talk on the phone and fall asleep in the same bed.
Then you meet a boy. Hey, maybe she’s even the one who introduces you. Either way, you end up in the same place: Somewhere without her, kissing him instead. Suddenly he’s the one you go to, he’s the one you spend all your time with, he’s the one who comforts you. Even though half the time he treats you like shit and everyone else thinks it’s romantic.
And I swear to god, I’m just so tired of it. I’m so tired of watching these movies and reading these books where the girl leaves her best friend for some boy. I want to find a story where she ends up with the girl instead, without it being a long, tortured battle. Where the happy ending isn’t the kiss, or the coming out. Where the happy ending is a relationship that you have to work on together, one that’s hard, maybe, but is worth it, because you love each other.
It’s just, I hear all this people saying things like “it doesn’t matter who you love!” And that’s great. It’s great that they acknowledge my existence. But it’s not true. It does matter who I love. It matters that I’m too afraid to tell a girl I’m in love with her. It matters that I was sixteen before I found a book about a lesbian. It matters that I couldn’t accept my own sexuality until I was eighteen. It matters that there are kids all over the world who can’t find themselves in books or movies or tv shows, having happy endings.
I’m not saying representation is everything. But it would be a good start.
4. Shrivel your stomach until it takes a single granola bar to feel full. Have NyQuil for a midnight snack. With pale pupils and unplugged irises, the only language you communicate in is numbers. You are a human recycling bin. Quit blaming your hometown and decomposing skin. If you’re not recovering, you are dying. There is no halfway when you’re overflowing from the inside. Drown your organs- they are already shipwrecked.
5. There was another girl in our grade who got sick about the same time you did, but she went to the hospital real quick because she was already thin to begin with. You see, when you’re thin, then get rapidly thinner, you have a problem. You need help.
6. You were not thin to begin with. You were fat, and now you’re evaporating, so everybody is congratulating you on getting “healthy.” You are not an illness, but an inspiration. Your father still carries your before-and-after photo in his wallet. Your disease is a smashing sensation.
7. Friend, I am so sorry. You too, are sick. Your messiah Kate Moss insists her physique is an achievable ambition, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”… Girl, she’s never had Nutella. Do not trust her, her two-faced dental care, or her fur pelt. Anorexics develop a hair all over to thaw their glacial bodies, called lanugo. The cold won’t let you go.
8. Veins bulging like a pop up book, I am watching you get sick. Mistake tracing paper for your skin. I am watching you get sick. When the blackouts start and your pulse gets slippery, wallpaper your interior with laxatives. I am watching you get sick. Read so much, your body trusts it is full on authors, not high on hunger. I am watching you get sick.
9. One day, you will learn. The natural pigments will return- no more yellow skin, no blue fingernails, no scarlet scratch in your throat matching the raw nick on your middle finger. Make amends with the kitchen. Your face will glow like a television. You will get full again. Be able to finish a meal. You will become a writer. One day, I hope I’ll be able to finish this poem and say-
10. I am watching you heal. I am watching you get better.
well hello there, anon!
i can tell you i try to keep the number of blogs i follow pretty low, so whoever you are, i followed you for a reason c:
i find it really angering that abusive friendships aren’t addressed as much as abusive relationships. they’re both very much alike, horrible, and do a great deal of damage. its hard to talk to someone about leaving an abusive friend and feel like you’re being taken seriously
This is how I feel when I take off my skinny jeans.
this is how it feels when i take off my bra
This is how i feel when my human form is ripped to shreds only to reveal my true form of a cecaelian sea witch