Undecided.

I am everything and anything but consistent.

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Four different girls cut their own hair short for four different reasons

She stared at the scissors, her hands sweaty She breathes in hard as she cut her hair slowly Just above her shoulders, below her ear She gulped as she faced her biggest fear “Everyone can have short hair overnight” She hates it but her mother’s always right. “Keep your hair long, Autumn”, her mother would say She can clearly imagine her mother’s face of dismay “I like your hair shorter” he said in passing She was taken aback, her heart racing She loved the hair flowing down to her waist But she knew that it’s the way to win his taste When he saw her the next day, his lungs lost air “Hey Winter, what happened to your hair?” He smiled at her, she never felt so alive She felt her small crush starting to thrive “I can’t hide anymore”, Spring decided Her face, on her hands, frustratingly collided She likes girls, she’s gay, she needed a way out She’s sure this time, without any doubt. She grabbed the razor, shaved her hair Whatever they may say, she knows she wont care She’s definitely a boy trapped in a girl’s body She’ll never let this thing become a boundary Summer stared blankly at the broken mirror Looking back at her, a face full of terror Holding a long shard of glass on her bleeding hand She gathered her hair, she cut it apart She shouted, she screamed, she cried so hard Broken glass, spilled blood, her long hair cut Pieces scattered messily on the bathroom floor Her heart and her body never felt so sore They stared at the mirror, their hands sweaty They breathe in hard, eyeing their short hair slowly Four different girls cut their own hair short for four different reasons It’s funny how their reasons vary like seasons AN / So I thought the prompts were cool and I had to shut down for 15 mintues at work just to finish this running idea on my mind. Sorry if it sucks tho. August Prompts here

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How does one steal stars? He wondered, as he stared. He stared at her as she talked animatedly. He can almost taste her passion in the air as her hands flew everywhere. He stared. He smelled like smoke and bad decisions. And she tasted like caramel and promises she can't keep yet. They kissed and kissed but it's okay. Friends sometimes kiss, right? Right. He wondered. How long. She's taken. He's waiting. He's her best friend. She's his soul mate. He'll accept what he can get. Wholeheartedly. And if it's waiting for her to leave someone who doesn't even see the stars in her eyes. He wondered. He wondered how does one steal stars. Written for Inkstay's August Prompt

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August 2017 prompts

Write a short story, poem or anything that inspires you based on one of these prompts and tag it with #inkstay. Make it clear somewhere in the post that it is written for one of the August prompts if you want your work to appear in the magazine.

Prompts of the month 1# - How does one steal stars? 2# - Describe a summer child. 3# - Write about the longest day of the year. 4# - Four different girls cut their own hair short for four different reasons. 5# - What is both beautiful and horrible. 6# - You’re in a jungle of books, what kind of stories do you encounter? 7# - There’s a house with a mirror in every room. 8# - Write about people who embody ideals. 9# - Write a poem about an article in your local newspaper. 10# - The village witch left, who provides the village with magic now?

Word prompts 1# - charm 2# - drunk, fuel 3# - root, cadaver, demon 4# - black 5# - rabbit, speed 6# - teeth, arrow, grim 7# - gutless 8# - cynical, treason 9# - dangerous, crash, gross 10# - gossip, chamber, distinct, nineteen

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“I have stolen ideas from every book I have ever read.” - Phillip Pullman

via @quotemadness

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And here I was crying because I think im never original

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Hey ho, Poets of Tumblr!

Hi, everyone! I am looking for poets and writers who’d want to collab with me. I am open to any genre and topic (with some obvious exceptions like no glorification of racism, sexism, abuse etc). So if you are interested in collaborating, just drop a comment or message me. ^__^

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So where do we start?

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But if you were here during 2012-2013 camren, then you’re the lucky ones

Anonymous. (via fabfive-emison)

Yes😭😭 because us new shippers are ALWAYS experiencing the hurting

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I pulled my jacket, checked the time I opened a candy, sour as lime Letting my long curls flow down my waist I was greeted by my boys in a shuffled haste

‘Hey buddy’, I said, as I was squished in a hug Being friends with these boys makes me feel like a thug I walked to the car as I pulled down my skirt And pursed my lips as my shoes hit the dirt

The engine came to stop, I opened the door I waited for the boys, all of them four We walked in the resto, looked for a space And once we’re seated, we’re greeted by a face

The girl stood there, holding a folder “Hey, I’m Lauren, can I get your order?” She shifted uncomfortably as she realized Five pairs of eyes, staring at her, paralyzed

The boys made attempts to get her attention Clearly she’s flustered by the sudden action My eyes lingered a bit, I realized I’m silent Just staring at her getting impatient

“Uhm, do-do you th-think I can have your number?” One of the boys stated as his voice stutter The other three attempted to get to it first My lips formed a grin, yet prepared for the worst

I cleared my throat, she looked at me I offered my arm as I pulled a sharpie She smiled at me and took the marker I giggled as she scribbled, on my arm, her number

The boys looked at me, their jaws dropped I bet they all felt like a total crap I can’t explain how amazing it was I smirked at them, gaining a “shush!”

You will never know how satisfying it was To sit at a table with four other guys Hitting on a girl with beauty and wonder And you’re the one who goes home with her number

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I don't have to be consistent. I don't. I should let myself be calm and serene as a still water at a lake in the morning. I should let myself be as harsh as a storm ranging in at the middle of the night. I don't always have to be a walking rainbow and sunshine and magic drops. I could be a get-away-from danger lurking at dark sidewalks. I should be everything and anything but consistent. And I am. I am a hypocrite, a walking paradox. I am high and low and nothing in between. I am change. I am the destruction and the fix. I am everything and anything but consistent.

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Once There Was

There was once a girl everyone knows She smiles a lot, even at her foes But as everyone thought they know her story No one really does, and for that, she's sorry There was once a girl who loved to lie She makes stories and she even cry Cry 'lot even though she knew it wasn't real As if it was a wound that needs to be healed There was once a girl that no one knows Her thoughts are like stories filled with don'ts Silence brings terrifying noise to her ears And no one actually knows what are her fears There was once a girl who always lies Together with her, her secrets die She is trusting no one even her own self Written on the books of her heart on a shelf There was once a girl you'll never meet At the birth of sun, she dies with it You'll see her but you'll know that she's really not Who you think she is, you won't know it will rot.

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Anon (Pt. 5)

The scent of roses filled the air Pulling me out of this soft despair Thumbs scrolling through the screen A game no one could really win Just one more poem, I told myself One last time, cause I can't help Can't help feeling I need to step up Wondering if it's all a trap This final line, I won't complete I felt, with them, I can't even compete In a DM I'll tell you how this ends... Hey it's me, can we be friends?

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Anon (Pt. 4)

Little things about you, I wish I know. I want to hear how it sounds when you say hello. You said you make loud inhuman noise. At awkward silences, I wanna hear your voice. I like to see you wear black and blue. And talk about dogs as if on cue. I wanna kiss the pimple on your chin away. I'd listen to you talk about Camren all day. I wish I'll have the courage to let myself known. Because you honestly got my mind blown. Liking someone I had never met. Is something I never thought I'll get.

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Anon (Pt. 3)

The things I write, somehow are real. But lately I wonder of what does it feel. I kept thinking how I'll put this to words. Or even how I'll strum this into chords. I want to spell your smile into words. I wonder what adjective would describe it the most. How your eyes glisten, I want to notice. Sound of your laughter against the silence. Too busy for love, well, it can wait. Let's say we'll leave it all to fate. I have a question, I don't mean to pry. But please, just maybe give it a try?

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Anon (Pt. 2)

Shower me with the love you have. Let me be by myself. Cuddle me until I fall asleep. Leave me alone in my bed. Whisper me words I wanna hear. Look at me with silence. Devour me with how much you care. Indulge me with peace in the air. I will let you love me. I'll let you love me hard. But in return you'll let me be. Whilst I continue moving forward. I crave for your touch and intimacy. And I want to feel loved. Yet I'm embraced in solitude. A paradox you need to have.

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Anon (Pt. 1)

I know this might sound a little weird This is something I had always feaerd But maybe I'll make an exception And face this thing that's called attraction I know I don't even know you yet But do you think we can make a bet? Please let me know who you really are I'm tired of watching you from afar Would you, maybe for me, compromise? Can we maybe watch the next sunrise? That's a little bit, but then, why not? If I'm not clear, I like you a lot.