can we stop actin like countries = race?? (rant) by what-the-honk, journal
can we stop actin like countries = race?? (rant)
ok first of all i am not writing brian griffin fanfiction that was a joke holy crap i do not want to live my nightmare out in reality i want to be a published author one day and use my social media presence for it what happens if ppl look at my old reader fics and see brian griffin there? i would die (ofc no offense to anyone who likes that stuff, i just really hate family guy. its a personal taste thing, im sorry if i made u think i was gonna write it!)
anyway i just saw this dumbass frenchboy on wattpad (go figure) talk about "the races" and then put "mexicans" as a race (instead of latinxs/hispanics which i THINK would've been more accura
Friends are people you don't mind sharing secrets with. Friends are people you trust. In truth, friends are only convenient to waste time with. Once they betray you, you can't trust them to a small or full extent. Then you treat them like garbage because that is how your twisted mind works.
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Lying on the fields is one thing. Being alone is another thing. When you combine the two together, it is a haven for you and you only. That is what you perceive through your mind everyday as you stare into the blue sky or dark space.
Another day goes by. Then another. It continues on until that routine g
Hurt her, and I'll steal her away
Though I've prepared to set her free
I'd still be shameless enough to
Get in your way and win her back
Be her smile, be her happiness
Hurt her, and I'll steal her away
Don't be the man who makes her cry
Unlike someone I know so well
She's tough, but deep inside resides
The frail heart of my beloved
Hurt her, and I'll steal her away
I'm letting go... but not leaving
I'd make the world my enemy
To protect her, if needed be
Though I am less than she deserves
Hurt her, and I'll steal her away
We've neglected the lessons by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
We've neglected the lessons
our generation
has stomped on the graves
of our ancient ancestor's bodies
buried deep beneath muted earth tones,
and we've dug up their bones
and thrown them against cavern walls,
do you hear their beckoning calls?
we told you
we told you
we told you all
and our generation
has sold our soul to the devil
because the devil wears Prada, Moschino, or Coach,
the devil doesn't care about the
grumbling tummies of our skeleton children
or their parched tongues,
can you hear their bones rattling like our ancestors?
do you hear their echoing calls?
we told you
we told you
we told you all
our generation says
we march to the beat of our own drum
bu
What have you said at 3 am? by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
What have you said at 3 am?
Eyelids are heavy,
thoughts heavier,
feelings heaviest
and they say-
many fears are born
of fatigue and loneliness,
maybe this starlit conversation,
you'll discover
the thing he fears most,
with those sandbag eyes
and train wreck sentences,
is losing you.
it's okay to not be okay by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
it's okay to not be okay
sometimes it’s okay
to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall
and let your feelings gather- it’s okay
to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon
as the inside of your stomach does summersaults;
I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released,
they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore,
let them pour out of you like tidal waves-
release the tsunami from within you
and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase,
they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads
cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks;
but remember how even the clouds
may cry tempestuously today,
only to make room
for m