Ugly Duckling"Girl, you're so pretty."Ugly Duckling
"What if I'm not pretty?"
"Then you're the sexiest thing in the world. Megan Fox is jealous."
"What if I'm not sexy?"
"Then you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. The moon wishes she looked like you."
"What if I'm not beautiful?"
"Then we must live in an alternate world where down is up and up is down, where butterflies are just sticks of butter with wings, where rainbows are just different shades of grey, where chocolate is sour and lemons are sweet, where there is no beautiful, only ugly. If so, then you're the ugliest of
qui suis-je?there she is.qui suis-je?
there she is with her brown hair down, hoping that it's not too frizzy.
there she is with her clothes that are pretty unoriginal, even if she won't admit it to herself.
there she is with her little group of friends she wouldn't call friends if it weren't for the fact that she'd be alone otherwise.
there she is with her fifty-six hundred dollar smile laughing at something she may or may not find funny.
there she is with her million thoughts racing through her mind, hoping no one'll notice she's not actually paying attention to them.
there she is with he
Because I Love YouBecause I love you, I wrote a song about you and how beautiful you are in german (the language you always wanted to learn), but I never showed you it because I didn't think you'd like it. Now I'm stuck with a song in a language I don't speak and an angry german lady.Because I Love You
Because I love you, I painted a picture of you in black and white (seeing as you were never really fond of colours), but I never showed it to you because I didn't think you'd like it. Now I'm stuck with cans of black and white paint that will never be used because I love colour.
Because I love you, I got in an airplaine and wrote "I ♥ Bart Simpson"
The GirlShe's the girl that thinks she is ugly no matter how many compliments she gets. She's the girl with a bipolar father and a naïve mother, one of which does not know how to love her and the other believes she can do no wrong.The Girl
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I'm the girl that no matter how many times I'm told I'm pretty, I still see a hideous alien in the mirror. I'm the girl with a fucked up dad and a stupid mom, one of which is so medicated that they don't know who I am and the other believes every pathetic excuse I give them.
- - -
She's the girl who started dating the first guy that liked her even though she kn
ghost in her machine.i.ghost in her machine.
his inkblots look like dead bodies or
the diagrammes of sandcastles.
ii.
there is something painfully sterile about
the way she dreams in black and white
of rugged coastlines and breathing saltwater.
"go on," the doctor says, though she
hasn't said anything yet. she tells him
about how her one true love tastes like
mint, and he smiles and nods, nods and
smiles, pretends to note it on his clipboard.
iii
she doesn't want to be labeled
as a system error.
iv
she has
a. economics + sirens at nightit's almost two a.m. and i don't think there's anything anyone can do fora. economics + sirens at night
abigail harris now. abigail is purple-smudges-under-her-eyes tired
on the carpet of the living room floor. she seems to hear a siren coming,
but it fades in the distance after a while.
it's become a habit for her to make excuses, to skid around the fact of
the matter. and in the end, even the skim-milk ceiling cannot tell her
what to say because when it comes right down to it, she knows the
answer already. for once in her life, the answer is clear. and that answer
is as heartbreaking and terrifying as it is
railroad crossingshe pulled up and parked.railroad crossing
as she lit a cigarette, she thought about all the hours left in the day, and all the things left undone.
she thought about her neighbor, a strange cat lady, and how her ridiculous amount of cats made the building stink, and how her downstairs neighbor cooked meth in his kitchen, and how sadly ironic it was that a drug-addict was constantly slaving over the stove and always growing thinner.
she thought about the school children, and how some of them would go home to a nice, warm meal and a bedtime story, while others went home to a beating and an empty stomach, while still others
charlie.i.charlie.
charlie is twenty-one. he works for pizza hut and three weeks and two days ago, his friend shot himself in the head.
again.
ii.
charlie drives in the rain, the snow, through his tears and with almost-severed hands feebly gripping the steering wheel, battling the storm inside.
iii.
charlie used to love many people, but they seem to be killing themselves more and more often. he wishes he could fall in love with the living. he wishes someone would stick around for him.
iv.
ch
| my first name is amanda but my middle name is bailee. it's your choice. i like to write, but i usually don't like what i write. i'm hoping on changing that. i love the cold, which is a bonus because in the tiny city i live in, majority of the weather is cold. yay for canada! i'm very loud and obnoxious in person, but on here, i seem to be very quiet and shy. i usually fav without commenting, so if that somehow offends you, i'm sorry. i don't feel like i'm great enough at anything to be able to critique your work, so basically all i'd end up saying is "LIKE, OMG, I LIKE, TOTALLY LIKE, LOVE THIS"... kay, i wouldn't say that, but you get the point. i'm me and i don't intend on ever changing that for anyone else. if you want to know more about me, just ask.  |
glory
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i really enjoyed your writing
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Talent alone cannot make a writer. There must be a man behind the book; a personality which, by birth and quality, is pledged to the doctrines there set forth, and which exists to see and state things so, and not otherwise.
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Talent alone cannot make a writer. There must be a man behind the book; a personality which, by birth and quality, is pledged to the doctrines there set forth, and which exists to see and state things so, and not otherwise.
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I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.
-- Isaac Asimov
"When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave the world wondering how the hell you did it"
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and thaaank you for the watch. might i warn you, that i don't add as often as most people. soooo, yeah. ahah xD
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Talent alone cannot make a writer. There must be a man behind the book; a personality which, by birth and quality, is pledged to the doctrines there set forth, and which exists to see and state things so, and not otherwise.
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I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.
-- Isaac Asimov
"When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave the world wondering how the hell you did it"
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where are you now?
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