JC PENNY SEES YOUR HOMOPHOBIA AND RAISES YOU A DOUBLE RAINBOW.
yES.
i love jc penny
YES. YES.
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JC PENNY SEES YOUR HOMOPHOBIA AND RAISES YOU A DOUBLE RAINBOW.
yES.
i love jc penny
YES. YES.
And now I have to kill you.
the first one though
geez I’ve been seeing these on my dash all day and… Okay, he does have a pretty amazing face. I think I will take some expressions from these GIFs and draw them.
BIG FAT CRUSH ON THIS COSPLAYER
the first one
Oh my god his facial expressions
This guy pwns so much.
This guy... is probably the best cosplay I've ever seen... ever.
7 seasons of the most heterosexual cast.
The real reason why I watch this show... xD
Willy Wonka!
Organized Religion: you’re doing it right.
Christian Bale gets emotional seeing Heath Ledger In ‘Dark Knight’ montage
Oh crap oh crap this happened? I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. Fuck. Everything.
oh my gosh. Christian. Christian no.
It’s been 4 years and it still hits a nerve.
I FUCKING CRIED watching this video clip on yahoo. :(((((
:3
Caged Bird...
Look through the bars of your cage, little one. There's nothing but a shut cell, food and water.
The bed you sleep in is your prison, the bathroom you bathe in - your sanctum. The world looms from afar with grace, warm invitations and elated gifts but your wings can't do justice for the freedom you yearn. The constant weight-down of your flightless path and the controlling commands you endure day in and day out only keep you further barred in the place you call your home.
Constantly denied, constantly controlled, constantly just a contemplated soul - wings concealed, just a trophy to cherish, to admire and nothing else to bring you higher.
Puppeteer hands play your strings to bring you alive, dictating every move, dictating every breath, dictating the constant flux of your fluent, incarcerated life.
In the beginning, everything was beautiful. Playfulness, freedom, being yourself with wings outstretched feeling the bristling wind through vibrant feathers. The glisten of love, the glint of happiness, the thrill of excitement and of the ability to show yourself...
In the end, just another left behind tool to watch and cherish, placed behind golden bars that seal your perfection, your talent and beauty. Endlessly controlled, conditioned and just a shiny trophy in another collection. No voice to sing to the world, no wings to spread to the wind, no will to carry through to ending it all and becoming the exotic free-spirited bird you once were.
Ghost of a Past.
I avoid ghosts of my pasts--mainly ex-boyfriends--like the plague. There are those selected few who have stuck and never left the ridiculousness tornado of emotions that is my head and my heart.
However, what am I to do when a ghost of my past--a really important one too--just shows up like nothing in life has ever happened or really changed?
I played along smooth; tactful. Keeping my defenses on, but knowing nothing could really pummel me down anymore--I have a wonderful life with a wonderful special someone, a job, college, friends and my mother. Really, I don't need anything less or anything more, everything is pretty satisfying as is. But this ghost, this haunting just stumbles into my life and intervenes--settles itself right in the middle like a little nuisance. I'm too nice to say no; I'm perfect little openhearted and welcoming Lilly because that's who I truly am and there is no real shame in hiding it.
What a mess... what have I gotten myself into? What the fuck did I really do?
This past presence who was a strong being and part of my life back then already has its own life as well--a significant other in holy marriage, a child, a job and everything is going so swell. Of course, there were those problems in that marital union and I was the only outlet resort for, well, dislodging the rocks on their shoulder. I'm more than happy to be anyone's ears if even for an evening; everyone needs a friend.
Really, what the fuck did I get myself into? I know it's not very lady-like for me to curse, but this is way beyond my control and already a poison in my system I need to immediately purge and continue with my life as if nothing ever happened.
Sigh. The person did their research--they found me on Facebook and proceeded to message me after the whole friend request shenanigan I was more than happy to accept. After digits were exchanged, that little wisp of annoying smoke began to call me (at work, nonetheless) and text me. I did not pursue this at all nor did I encourage this--I was being nice, which I should learn that it always leads to my disaster.
Well, I thought nothing of it. I was ears to the person's sorrows and problems and was there for suggestions and for caring. I tended to their problem, related and tried to make their life better with a comment or something. We exchanged a couple of life stories, updated about what's been going on these years of no talking and after a while, I didn't hear from them.
I got a tad worried with knowing about these problems and all, so I decided to send a text demonstrating my worry and asking for their okay. As always, the text just said a simple, "Everything is going downhill; can't talk, I'll call tomorrow," and tagged along to it was a little surprise, "thank you for not forgetting about me."
I left it be, replying with a simple, "Just wanted to know if you were alright," and to be nice, I added, "Of course. I could never forget about you." All in good nature, I promise.
I never anticipated such a horrible night through a few measly texts.
The significant other began to text me, threatening me, my life and to leave them alone and happy. I, being the dumb little justified and nice girl I am, defended my friend believing that was the right thing and well, their rightful place. I had heard horrible things about this person and I wasn't okay with that. I was just voicing what I thought should be heard.
Immediately, I contacted my "friend," to avoid anything serious communicating that they should tell their lover to stop threatening me. I've done nothing wrong or have pursued anything. I'm innocent party--I wasn't involved in this, it's all one-sided and in no way have I influenced anything in their relationship.
My defenses were gone in vain. Everything I had said was of no meaning at all and the rightful place I put said friend in was batted away like trash. I was told to stop contacting them, to leave them alone because I didn't want any problems.
Now, I would always see the reasoning in this case... but I had defended them like the stupid ass blind and naive girl I am. I expected something in my defense from their part. No.
Too blinded by my anger, I proceeded to irrationally say that I thought they were different but they just proved they were like every other scum and vermin known to human kind. I never anticipated this drama nor did I wanted to ever be included in it in the first place.
While the offended lover kept sending angry, ridiculous texts, I was kept trying to get some sense into my friend, some semblance of response that this was all a joke and they were doing it just because they wanted to keep superficiality in front of their abusive other, but no. All I got were more insults, a lot of them which hurt and hit very down-low and sensitive spots that were daunting memories and feelings still lingering in my fragile heart. Very insensitive things like, "You were just a toy to me," and, "I never loved you." And while I don't care for more of the latter part--I have my significant other whom I love and only have eyes for, that was still a very low blow. More so the part in which they overstated that they really didn't care and made it seem as I was the causer of this problem or I was the one who had pursued the whole situation in the first place.
I don't know about anyone else, but I personally think this was very unjust and that I should have received at least a, "I'm sorry, I don't want any problems and this is the way it has to end." Not all the faggotry and bullshit that went through in those texts that left me very wounded and angry at myself for ever letting this happen in the first place. For ever letting myself permit that any strong ghost of my past like that intrude my life--for ever welcoming them with open arms like a best friend. It only led to tragedy, and my stupid little heart was once again (because I let my guard down) very much damaged and shown that the world is very ugly and that people simply can be the trash that they hide through facades and smiles.
Never again, I vow. I'm tired of this shitty situations happening and I'm very much tired of this injustice. I purged the drama from my life, I live in peace and harmony and would like to keep it that way. It's sad to see a very good and close friend to my heart go that way, and I'm still very much hurt about it but I will not let this happen. Ever again.
Ghosts of my past can very well kiss their asses for searching me. Thank you and goodnight.
-Corrupt.
You Try to Talk but Your Words Just Fall to the Floor
Have you ever found yourself trying to speak, but the words just seem to fail you?
...Have you ever tried to speak but no one seems to listen?
Have you ever spoken but were shut down because your words don't matter?
Every day of my life I've solely devoted myself from the beginning of this year to the one person who occupies the current space in my heart. It seemed so silly, at first, that anything could really work, but the more patience the saint presented, the more it seemed to reel my interest and ultimately harvest my heart.
But just like the sun horizons through the sky in hopes of keeping warm content hearts--its interrupted by dull gray and its entailing rain.
All those pink colors waned as reality seeped its way back into my eyes. I've tried my hardest to keep those close to me as happy as I could, endlessly trying to relate as much as possible and keeping their sanity in my own.
Not everyone is the same--it becomes painful when that "not everyone" is the beholder of your metaphorical heart.
It's been a challenge to talk. Communicating physically doesn't come easy to me--I'm hindered by all these thoughts and emotions of how to impress and how to please. Not everyone ticks the same, not everyone believes the same and not everyone likes the same. We're all custom-made in our beliefs, in our experience and most importantly our outcomes. It's not as simple to just form a conversation and not the same approach is applicable to anyone.
But I try my hardest to relate.
Always the outsider...
As a communicative creature with riddled hormones and spirited, outspoken, opinionated mind, I've tried to talk in the hopes to keep the thread of my sanity well gripped and thick. I respect other opinions keeping in mind my own is not correct--keeping in mind not everyone was raised the same way. But I've seem to fail to relate; the simplest of achievements to keep the other content--I seem to always manage a way to darken that bright light. Trying to mend things to the best of my ability as I know how, it only keeps getting shut down as if my own weren't of importance.
This is getting out of hand.
I'm altering my own being and I never seem to please, it never seems enough to anyone. It sounds childish, it sounds selfish and above all--it sounds like some trivial issue a highschooler will overcome... but that's not the issue at hand.
Couples talk about their problems in order for them to be resolved.
If only it worked that way in all situations.
My words aren't of matter--my opinions aren't important in the sea of million opinionated others. Sew away at my lips together, the world will be better off without another mouth to rise and speak.
I'll resolve to all the things I've known best to resolve in my life; my best friend who's accompanied me in this journey through thick and thin, who's been the ears to my sorrow and the book to my wounds. They've never shut me out--they've been more than happy to welcome all the inaudible, unintelligible ramblings that my mind races across too many times to count--my pen and paper, the trustworthy companions of my recollections and memory.
These eyes are growing tired of being wiped dry; these lips are tired of being pressed together in order to keep the peace and happiness aligned. These ears have grown weary of all the cruel shouts to keep me quiet. This brain is tired of the damage and control its been deprived of--and this heart has grown exhausted of all the mending processes it has been jostled through time and time again for this foolish human being. Perhaps some time, when I learn how to grow up, these lips won't be quieted like a dog--helpless and victimized.
- Corrupt