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Katytastic: Bookish Pet Peeves!
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Sailor Moon’s Anime Brooch/Compact Evolution
Transformation Brooch: Episode 1-51
Crystal Star: Episode 51-91
Cosmic Heart Compact: Episode 91-130
Crisis Moon Compact: Episode 130-168
Eternal Moon Article: Episode 168-200
so i got tagged by scottsbaeta my bae, and I tag touchthe--skye , nostalgianana or and thexpetrovaxfirex. i need more tumblr friends.
Beautifully Ugly
She called me beautiful, my mind could not comprehend the meaning of such word.
I googled it.
pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.
my mind could not understand such definition. no no, beautiful was being skinny with fair skin and blonde hair that shine like the sunlight. beautiful was being super model skinny, with long legs and a flat stomach.
beautiful was anything but me. and yet when she said it I knew she meant it. the look in her eyes the way they twinkled for me. i was beautiful to her at least.
today he called me ugly. i felt my heart skip a beat, when he said it so charmingly I could only accept that label he had given me. i easily accepted being ugly, but i googled it anyways.
unpleasant or repulsive, especially in appearance.
I found it funny that being beautiful was something to do with your heart , your soul, it was more then just your body. yet being ugly was just your appearance, your outer shell to your into soul.
i realized that I was beautiful and ugly.
I was one coin with two sides, he will never see me as beautiful and she could never call me ugly.
but that's okay, I have always been more mind then body anyways, so i don't mind being
beautifully ugly.
my bedroom reeks of 'what ifs' and 'maybe if i' the wind blows and your scent is swirled around in the air you become the air i breath, the very function i need to keep myself alive. you found your way into my lungs and now pulsing through my bloodstream you have reached my heart. they say home is where the heart is, you make yourself cozy in mines. thoughts of you lay in my head like a song that i can't stop singing. when did i become this teenage dramaqueen? when did the air get so heavy with you, that when I see you.. i can't breath. my bedroom reeks of you, what ifs and maybe if i cover me so cozily in my bed. i try to sleep but my heart demands that you stay stuck in my head. you are a bad dream or a beautiful nightmare? either way i still can't breath.
lungs, maddox darling, 2:23 pm
So I loved your poem about being gay and was just wondering if you had any advice about coming out. Have you come out yet? What was it like? Thanks xoxo c:
Thank you sweetpea. I, personally, have a very close relationship with my mother and we’re a very open family. I have a lot of friends who are gay, my elder friend who is like a big sister to me is gay. And she and her girlfriend are the two most over protective people I know. I told my mother I like a girl and she said it was okay. That I am young and that liking anyone for who they are and not what sex they are is okay. But I do know that not all parents are like this, I know some might reject the idea and say cruel things because they will somewhat betrayed by their children. My advice to you, sweetie, is to fully think it through. My mom always say that not everyone has to like/love you, and your choices will always have consequences weather they are right or wrong. So if you are ready to own up to the words then you have my full support but if you are still scared and shy about it that’s okay too. You don’t own anyone an explanation for who you are. Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. I hope this helps!
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dear you, i know you know who you are. and i just want you to know; your name is written on my soul. your name is stitched into my heart. i wear it on my sleeve for the rest of the world to know. i don't believe in soul mates, but you got me thinking.. whatever your soul is made of, mines is made of the same thing. so when you ever feel alone, just say your name. you felt that? that skip of the beat? that's my heart reacting.
your name, maddox darling, 4:20 pm
all about that bass // meghan trainor
I see the magazines working that Photoshop We know that shit ain’t real Come on, now make it stop
All About That Bass - Meghan Trainor ♚
If you got beauty, beauty, just raise ‘em up.
'Cause every inch of you is perfect, from the bottom to the top.
Today, I cried. I cried for all the ways I will never be loved, for every broken heart, every I love you but... For every relationship that will end and every ship that will sink. I cried so hard that my eyes turned the puffy kind of red. I wanted it all out of my system before I met you. Because you are what happy ever afters look like. You are what I love you are meant to be like. You don't know me yet, but you will. I will be that girl. The one that turns the rest to dust, the one that will not be a damsel in distress or a helpless princess. I will be the queen. So sit back and watch the queen conquer. I will not stop until I find you, I have no more tears left to waste on the pawns. I have no more fucks to give to those who will try and conquer this body. I am a queen built by the ashes of women who wanted more then Cinderella ever could wish for. I cried myself out, and I plan on never shredding a tear again. So let's the games begin. You might be waiting for me to say, I do. But I'm waiting to say, Check-mate.
girls can play games too, Maddox Darling, 3:59 pm.