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Dear Sammantha,I can't believe you.
I trusted you with something that you had no business knowing, but I told you because I thought you could keep it to yourself. After all the times I stood up for you to all the people that called you a liar, obnoxious, and even worse things, you do that.
You were upset about how you didn't get the job, but I couldn't say it yet. So to make you feel better, I did the stupid thing of telling you about someone elses Application.
And you tell them.
Guess what? I'm done with you. You're ripping away one of the few things that can always make me happy. You're getting me removed from one of the things I'm proud of. That place was my escape from depression, cutting, and everything else terrible that happened to me. It was a place I felt at home, and happy.
Now you're getting me fired for trusting you with something that I shouldn't have done. It was a huge risk telling you what I did, but I trusted you. I hadn't told anyone else that had asked me, but I had told you becaus
A MomentToday, a kid at my school's father died.
I don't think many of us knew why but his page is and still is being covered with good wishes and people helping him to stay strong.
I've never really liked too many people in my class but this opened my eyes.
No matter what or who we are, when tragedy strikes we band together.
To people who say the human race is "doomed" and that our generation is self-obsessed and stupid, understand that though we will make mistakes we know to pull it together when we should.
RIP Mr. Windhorst <3 May you rest in peace.
2016 c:(WARNING: THIS IS A DREAM I HAD, AKA I COULDN'T REALLY CONTROL WHAT HAPPENS. IT JUST DOES. DON'T JUDGE ME PLEASE.)
It was another cool summer morning. I could lightly hear a sunshower starting and I smiled to myself. Life was good, really, really good. I turned on my side and eyed my clock, 10 o'clock on the dot per usual. I slowly slid out of bed and smiled down at Rowan who was still fast asleep. "I'll give her a few more minutes..." I whispered to myself. I slid on some slippers and lightly trotted down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone just yet. As I arrived downstairs I saw Haley leaning against the kitchen island, the newspaper in one hand and a hot coffee in the other. I yawned loudly and waved, "Hey, how'd ya sleep?" I asked her and grabbed myself some cereal from the table. "Fine, I could hear Stevie snoring from next door though so I woke up a few times." She rolled her eyes and smiled "so obviously she hasn't been using her mouth guard." I chuckled to myself and noticed
TodayToday heard the song in your voice,
Today I sat and watched you.
This was the day I had a double take,
This was the day I hated myself.
The day after yesterday I realized it was my fault,
The day after yesterday I figured out I've made too many mistakes.
The day before tomorrow I feel a new feeling,
The day before tomorrow I feel jealousy.
The current 24 hours and all behind it were hours I wanted laughing,
The current 24 hours and all behind it I wanted you back.
Today I found out I love you,
Today I wanted her gone.
Writing Challenge Day o"3"o1. One word: Respect
2. Act sweet, blush, and realize you don't always have to be a tough guy
3. Don't be an asshole (If you haven't noticed, this is VERY important to me)
4. I'm sorry but... I prefer it if they're not ugly (ikik I'm horrible)
5. Being Smart. Not brilliant, but hopefully not failing
6. Eyes. OMG colourful eyes are teh bomb <3
7. Be fit/sporty. But please, I'm begging here, don't. brag. about it.
8. Be there for me, but understand when I need space.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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