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you.
yes, you.
you're beautiful.
now, now, i know what you're thinking.
you're thinking, "what the hell? not really. i'm fat and i've got these weird zits and this isn't meant for me, this is for someone else."
well, shut the hell up and sit the hell down and listen to my words.
you are fucking gorgeous.
yes, you who have askew teeth.
yes, you who are an inch shorter and thirty pounds heavier than average.
yes, you who have oily, oily faces that are impossible to take care of.
yes, you who's hair will never be tamed by a brush.
yes, you who's two feet taller or a foot shorter than average.
yes, you of non-firm abs.
yes, you of below 'average' breast or penis size.
yes, you who's face is covered by thick glass.
yes, you who has brown hair.
yes, you who has black hair.
yes, whatever damn hair color you have.
yes, you who forget to shave your legs every once in a while.
yes, you with 'imperfect' features.
yes, you who does not wear makeup.
yes, you who does not have perfect nails or clothing or hair.
you're so, so beautiful. everything about you. all of the little things that you've spent years developing, all of your little habits and traits and features, and of your freckles and zits and skin tones; they're beautiful. you see all these personal flaws, the sort of flaws that involve you leaving facial oil on the mirror, and you think that you're just an ugly little bridge troll and that no one should associate with you because you've got a pound of fat on your thighs and a tiny scar on the left side of your neck.
if we all wore a simple white cotton t-shirt and a pair of cheap jean shorts for a day and got rid of the stupid things like padded bras and padded asses and makeup and expensive hair,
think about how beautiful the world would be for that twenty-four hours. how everyone would look so good in their own skin. not being "prettier" due to a bigger budget. just letting your own beauty shine.
that's what i would do, anyway. if i could.
yes, you.
you're beautiful.
now, now, i know what you're thinking.
you're thinking, "what the hell? not really. i'm fat and i've got these weird zits and this isn't meant for me, this is for someone else."
well, shut the hell up and sit the hell down and listen to my words.
you are fucking gorgeous.
yes, you who have askew teeth.
yes, you who are an inch shorter and thirty pounds heavier than average.
yes, you who have oily, oily faces that are impossible to take care of.
yes, you who's hair will never be tamed by a brush.
yes, you who's two feet taller or a foot shorter than average.
yes, you of non-firm abs.
yes, you of below 'average' breast or penis size.
yes, you who's face is covered by thick glass.
yes, you who has brown hair.
yes, you who has black hair.
yes, whatever damn hair color you have.
yes, you who forget to shave your legs every once in a while.
yes, you with 'imperfect' features.
yes, you who does not wear makeup.
yes, you who does not have perfect nails or clothing or hair.
you're so, so beautiful. everything about you. all of the little things that you've spent years developing, all of your little habits and traits and features, and of your freckles and zits and skin tones; they're beautiful. you see all these personal flaws, the sort of flaws that involve you leaving facial oil on the mirror, and you think that you're just an ugly little bridge troll and that no one should associate with you because you've got a pound of fat on your thighs and a tiny scar on the left side of your neck.
if we all wore a simple white cotton t-shirt and a pair of cheap jean shorts for a day and got rid of the stupid things like padded bras and padded asses and makeup and expensive hair,
think about how beautiful the world would be for that twenty-four hours. how everyone would look so good in their own skin. not being "prettier" due to a bigger budget. just letting your own beauty shine.
that's what i would do, anyway. if i could.
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and now -
[1] today i waited and waited and waited, and you never said anything beautiful at all.
[2] today i clicked 'i'm feeling lucky' on google. the screen went blank except for two words - are you?
[3] today i saw a man planting daffodils beside the highway. i asked why. he told me yellow was the color of happiness.
[4] today an old woman patted my cheek with a wrinkly hand and told me everything was going to be all right, after all.
[5] today a boy i see everyday on the ten-fifteen bus to c
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this mistake isn't beautiful.
My biggest mistake was ever pretending I was special.
When a perfect moment goes to your head, it seems to be so much more than you ever imagined. Finally, the feelings are less lonely. You find that all of your sharp edges and emptiness are smoothed over and filled by someone else's words. You actually feel safe in this person's arms after a lifetime of being too afraid to get close. So when everyone tells you this is love, you believe them.
Suddenly, you can't do anything without it being completely consumed by them. Maybe this is completely unhealthytotally wrong, but all you know is now it seems like unraveling this one individual
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it was obsession.
{it was monday}
when i texted you at eight a.m. wondering what you were doing for the day.
i texted you at nine too. oh, and ten.
you didn't reply.
i figured you were busy and left you alone.
it was four in the afternoon when i rang you to see if you were okay.
"i was just worried about you. you weren't replying to my texts!"
you said you were okay and that you had to hang out with your family for the evening.
i hung up and said i'd talk to you online later.
at nine p.m. i wrote to you on facebook.
you said you were just signing off and going bed.
you had to be up early.
i said it was okay and to get some sleep.
i went to bed too
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beauty is beautiful unless you're faking it.
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the random keyword is "spatula"
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by the way, some of you might be offended by these very "inappropriate" terms (the male genitalia and boobs)
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oh, and thank you all so much for the love =w= it's boosted my self-esteem as an artist and a person love you guys!!! lol
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the random keyword is "spatula"
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by the way, some of you might be offended by these very "inappropriate" terms (the male genitalia and boobs)
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oh, and thank you all so much for the love =w= it's boosted my self-esteem as an artist and a person love you guys!!! lol
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That's simply not true. That's something that we want to believe, because it makes the world look fair.