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Mar 18, 2018 11:17PM
Like it's weird cuz I know it would be better writing and prob more advanced plotlines but like what would they be, you feel?
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Is it not hella weird that it's been four years since I killed September?
I think that was me letting go of a really dark part of myself, honestly.
Being in the worst pain of your life and it never stopping isn't normal, mom. But yeah you're right.
I spend more time crying than anything lately.
I feel like I need to perform my poetry for people for them to see how good it is
might keep my eyes on Youth Speaks for next year
WDJFKFJKWH LOVE SIMON WAS SO AMAZING OMFG
I GUESS I FORGOT TO POST SO IMMA DO IT NOW SCREAMING.
March 22, 2015. That's a date that'll go down in history, I am telling you. Why, some might ask? Because on that date in history, a power couple was created. People who can face anything, as long as they're together. That's us. I and the love of my life, Shiv, found a home in each other. Three years later and he's still my home, my heart, and my dream. Happy anniversary, my darling. ♡♡
March 22, 2015. That's a date that'll go down in history, I am telling you. Why, some might ask? Because on that date in history, a power couple was created. People who can face anything, as long as they're together. That's us. I and the love of my life, Shiv, found a home in each other. Three years later and he's still my home, my heart, and my dream. Happy anniversary, my darling. ♡♡
I'm crying writing a gun control poem help.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
When I said I'd rather die than go to math,
That was hyperbole.
Hyperbole. A word I learned in English,
You know what else I learned in English?
The closet in the left corner of the room,
It can fit five people if needed.
The rest of us need to seek shelter elsewhere.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
I was told in kindergarten I had a voice.
I was told not to let anyone hide me.
I was told to speak up.
I could be anything I want.
I want to be heard.
But my voice is lost in the ringing.
Gunshot after gunshot after gunshot.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
Keep defending your second amendment.
That's your right.
But do not take away my first.
These are my rights.
I have a right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
I have a right to life.
I have a right to live.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
Don't tell me that a six year old can't speak up.
Don't tell me they can't use their voice.
Stop shutting down my generation.
We do stupid things,
We're kids.
We are children.
If we are old enough to be shot at,
We are old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
When I said I'd rather die than go to math,
That was hyperbole.
Hyperbole. A word I learned in English,
You know what else I learned in English?
The closet in the left corner of the room,
It can fit five people if needed.
The rest of us need to seek shelter elsewhere.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
I was told in kindergarten I had a voice.
I was told not to let anyone hide me.
I was told to speak up.
I could be anything I want.
I want to be heard.
But my voice is lost in the ringing.
Gunshot after gunshot after gunshot.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
Keep defending your second amendment.
That's your right.
But do not take away my first.
These are my rights.
I have a right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
I have a right to life.
I have a right to live.
If I am old enough to be shot at,
I am old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
Don't tell me that a six year old can't speak up.
Don't tell me they can't use their voice.
Stop shutting down my generation.
We do stupid things,
We're kids.
We are children.
If we are old enough to be shot at,
We are old enough to have an opinion about being shot at.
Please don't say you're pro-life if you're not worried about the kids who aren't going to make it to graduation.
Agh I love kissing him ommmggg
Haha so remember when I was like thirteen and fukkin depressed so I literally just posted on GR all the time and now I ain't even got the energy for that.
13: Depression creates art. I must write. I must express what this darkness truly is.
16: lmao what rite i am garbage but lmao still better than u
16: lmao what rite i am garbage but lmao still better than u
Ok wow I'm literally such a stereotype at every age help me
I like to pretend I'm like edgy and out there but I'm literally garbage.
Pretty sure the seasoning salt my mom used has beef.
All right so I have this entire folder of writing prompts in my phone. Another in my head. And like six unfinished novels. Plus need to actually work on my ya entry before the months before but then I just shitpost and omg
You ever had a difficult decision to make and like. You think you know what you want but then your parents take away the decision altogether by making it themselves.
Man, I just wanna drive around and think.
I wanna write a poem about peace fest girl.
Who was in front of me in line.
I want to write a poem about peace fest girl,
Who was in front of me in line.
Peace fest girl had bright blonde hair,
An an orange can of boogie water,
Peace fest girl talks about the law of rainbow,
after finding a black adidas hat on the ground,
Peace fest girl hangs it up on a fence,
In hopes that if she lost something,
Someone would do the same for her.
Peace fest girl discusses something about a camp,
And walking around naked,
Peace fest girl believes the nipple shouldn't be a taboo,
And maybe I agree.
Peace fest girl discusses public breastfeeding,
And how the breast should be normalised.
Once again, agreeing.
Peace fest girl picks up the trash the boys around her throw,
and discusses her healing tattoo on her stomach,
Within an array of other geometric tattoos.
Peace fest girl gets on the same roller coaster cart as me,
And lets down her long hair.
Peace fest girl squeals the entire ride,
And gets off with a big smile.
Peace fest girl has a single dread in her hair,
And a beautiful outlook on life,
Peace fest girl reminds me that my life is precious,
And that I could have died at any point.
Peace fest girl tells me to have a good day.
I tell her she should as well.
Peace fest girl smiles.
"How could I not? I'm alive."
Who was in front of me in line.
Peace fest girl had bright blonde hair,
An an orange can of boogie water,
Peace fest girl talks about the law of rainbow,
after finding a black adidas hat on the ground,
Peace fest girl hangs it up on a fence,
In hopes that if she lost something,
Someone would do the same for her.
Peace fest girl discusses something about a camp,
And walking around naked,
Peace fest girl believes the nipple shouldn't be a taboo,
And maybe I agree.
Peace fest girl discusses public breastfeeding,
And how the breast should be normalised.
Once again, agreeing.
Peace fest girl picks up the trash the boys around her throw,
and discusses her healing tattoo on her stomach,
Within an array of other geometric tattoos.
Peace fest girl gets on the same roller coaster cart as me,
And lets down her long hair.
Peace fest girl squeals the entire ride,
And gets off with a big smile.
Peace fest girl has a single dread in her hair,
And a beautiful outlook on life,
Peace fest girl reminds me that my life is precious,
And that I could have died at any point.
Peace fest girl tells me to have a good day.
I tell her she should as well.
Peace fest girl smiles.
"How could I not? I'm alive."
Kassiv (trademark of Jayson OLiver) stanners! New pics in profile.
"I didn't know he wasn't trans and I felt so bad for assuming his gender! His name was Symon Trayce. With Ys! You know how trans people spell their names weird."
"You didn't?"
"You're right. I'm hereby changing it to Teighelyr."
"You didn't?"
"You're right. I'm hereby changing it to Teighelyr."
I was looking through bins. Tryna find some cargo shorts.
I found the clothes I was wearing.
It was supposed to be a fucking joke.
Hi and welcome to: Consent it Not Sexy. It's Literally just a Requirement.
^a short summary of our relationship.
I write and draw my own relationship fics bc my stanners are WEAK.
In the beginning they were unhealthily codependent. They were too young, too scared, too far from ready. That never stopped them. They became ready together. A summer of heartbreak broke them in a way they were unfamiliar with. Their relationship had started before they'd known that kind of broken-hearted separation.
That isn't to say they'd never known anything that hurt. Pain brought them together. It tore them apart. It brought them together again. The second time was different. It was terrifying. Unknown. Until it fell into place: perfect. They couldn't tell you the exact moment it happened. One day, there was just a sudden realisation that it was right.
Her mother had always given her one piece of advice: "Don't forget to grow. But also, don't forget to grow together."
Now she sat in a rocking chair, a three year old son in her lap and a husband sleeping against the wall on the floor next to her with their other baby in his arms.
"Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother," she read, pulling her son closer.
"Momma?" he whispered, looking up at her.
"What's up, P?" she asked, putting a marker in the book and looking at her son.
He put his hand on her forearm, looking at it. "What happened here? Did you get hurt?"
Shiv opened his eyes, listening carefully. He wasn't asleep, just silently listening to his wife read to their children.
She looked at the faded scars on her arm with a tired smile. "Sort of," her voice was kind of distant as her husband reached up and took her hand. "I was sad. Sometimes being sad hurts a whole lot, buddy. But sometimes it felt like the hurt wasn't real because you couldn't see it. So I hurt myself so that I could see it," she' known the question would come someday. And she refused to shelter them.
"Hey, and buddy?" Shiv piped in. "That's not a good thing. At all. It's very bad. You don't ever wanna hurt yourself on purpose. If you even think about it, you can always tell me or Momma. I don't want you to ever feel like you can't talk to us."
Kass squeezed his hand, kissing the top of Prometheus's head. "We love you so much. You ready for bed, bubba?"
He nodded, crawling off her lap and into his race car bed, looking at his parents expectantly.
Kass chuckled, offering a hand to her husband before pulling the blanket over her son. "Good night buddy, we're in the next room over if you need anything."
They each kissed his head, standing in the doorway for a moment after shutting off the light. After laying down their little girl, they laid in bed, silent for a moment. "Did I do the right thing?" she whispered.
"Only time will tell my love," he whispered with his lips on her forehead. His hand rested in the back of her hair. "Only time will tell."
That isn't to say they'd never known anything that hurt. Pain brought them together. It tore them apart. It brought them together again. The second time was different. It was terrifying. Unknown. Until it fell into place: perfect. They couldn't tell you the exact moment it happened. One day, there was just a sudden realisation that it was right.
Her mother had always given her one piece of advice: "Don't forget to grow. But also, don't forget to grow together."
Now she sat in a rocking chair, a three year old son in her lap and a husband sleeping against the wall on the floor next to her with their other baby in his arms.
"Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother," she read, pulling her son closer.
"Momma?" he whispered, looking up at her.
"What's up, P?" she asked, putting a marker in the book and looking at her son.
He put his hand on her forearm, looking at it. "What happened here? Did you get hurt?"
Shiv opened his eyes, listening carefully. He wasn't asleep, just silently listening to his wife read to their children.
She looked at the faded scars on her arm with a tired smile. "Sort of," her voice was kind of distant as her husband reached up and took her hand. "I was sad. Sometimes being sad hurts a whole lot, buddy. But sometimes it felt like the hurt wasn't real because you couldn't see it. So I hurt myself so that I could see it," she' known the question would come someday. And she refused to shelter them.
"Hey, and buddy?" Shiv piped in. "That's not a good thing. At all. It's very bad. You don't ever wanna hurt yourself on purpose. If you even think about it, you can always tell me or Momma. I don't want you to ever feel like you can't talk to us."
Kass squeezed his hand, kissing the top of Prometheus's head. "We love you so much. You ready for bed, bubba?"
He nodded, crawling off her lap and into his race car bed, looking at his parents expectantly.
Kass chuckled, offering a hand to her husband before pulling the blanket over her son. "Good night buddy, we're in the next room over if you need anything."
They each kissed his head, standing in the doorway for a moment after shutting off the light. After laying down their little girl, they laid in bed, silent for a moment. "Did I do the right thing?" she whispered.
"Only time will tell my love," he whispered with his lips on her forehead. His hand rested in the back of her hair. "Only time will tell."
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