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i used to think green apple was a flavor invented by the candy industry like blue raspberry bc i had never seen a green apple before I just thought all apples were red and long story short when i realized i was red green colorblind it really fucked me up
there’s also yellow apples
now yall are just fuckin lying to me
i just assumed that everyone just ate apples if they were in the mood for a surprise i dunno
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Your laugh , My favorite.
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Let's forget excuses here
Impartial judges to a battle of wills
But how to be objective when the subjects are the magistrates?
Your blows are below the belt but they get the job done,
While mine, though respectable have not yet won this reoccurring nightmare; this running struggle you refuse to see is hurting me
I am a person.
And I am not a child who must be made to see reason, nor a criminal convinced of the righteousness of their crime
My emotions are valid, my thoughts are valid I am valid do not make me feel worthless
I am not. Worthless.
I know this now. I am deserving of compassion; I am deserving of empathy; I am deserving of love
I deserve to be put first.
I am as much a human as those you 'protect'. Stop pushing me to the back of the line.
Not For You
You are unbelievable If you follow me here do not blame me for my words They are mine and you have no right to take them from me;They are not for you. This small basket overflows because I have been forced to put all of my eggs in it Forced because they are not yours Forced because they are not for you Forced because somewhere inside me remains that young, naive cricket Forbidding me from spitting right at you the things I most need to say Nowhere else is safe, Nowhere else can I find this sweet anonymity. Chances are you've already found me - Do me a favour, don't let me know. These words are not yours. These words are not for you. These words are mine, and if you stoop so low as to glean what lies you will from these poorly written offloadings Do so as a stranger. You were never my friend.
Someday you're going to reach for the stars; I can see it I can feel it in my own heart's core. But you'll spare one last glance before you go And when you see us straggling behind you'll extend a hand and a smile and you'll try your best To pull us right along with you.
You are going to become something magnificent; I know it - You're already incredible But you're still growing into your skin Into the wings that you'll only remember when they're needed To lift others to safety
You are good. You are pure gold. You are the change you want to see. You with your frayed sleeves and your bitten nails and all your insecurities. You with your never ceasing com(pli)mentary.
I see in you sunrises and chocolate cake and a new Harry Potter novel. I see in you the niceties of a generation compressed and condensed into one.
Glimmering like crystals or nuggets of gold I am enchanted but oh, I wish I didn't have to be.
Hanging on to every last one Bated breath. Now Hush, I must admire! Though my admiration is questionable.
Like a bigot with the voice of an angel Like a thief whose art should render his craft useless This is it now, this is that feeling; This is the one and the same.
And I wonder is it more traitorous to myself to deny the inspiration or to accept it - when it's you who is doing the inspiring?
Let's go back to cloaks and daggers I liked it better in the shadows.
Remember Me
Please don't forget me. Moving doesn't scare me but losing you does Because then who will laugh with me when I walk into walls or fall over my own feet? Who'll tell me bad jokes when I'm sad And who's going to marry me when we're both sixty and single and scared of being alone? Friends are hard for me to make But friends like you are hard to come by in the first place And I don't want to leave if it means someday you won't remember me.
People are difficult to trust. People are cruel and manipulative People are complex and confusing and mysterious and frightening and beautiful and I'm scared; Scared I've lost the ability to communicate With people who are new and scary and intriguing Scared you haven't And you'll forget about me within months. So before I go you have to promise me one thing or I'm not leaving at all And that thing is to remember me, okay? You have to.
procrastination
Poetry essay
Just needs one more paragraph
But I'm tired, so tired
done
nerves, fear, anxiety. you enter the room and my blood freezes cold, yet at the same time it's boiling; raging. you may have reduced me to a paradox but i won't let you see me squirm. trails of destruction lay in your wake but you don't turn around to see the turmoil you've left behind and you certainly never apologise. you haven't seen that many teen movies but i guess that's part of the problem. you don't need advice because of course you don't know everything but you indubitably know better than i do. forgive me. i've forgotten myself. smile. laugh. nod. pretend. because that's what you want. and i'm tired of trying.
Has Anyone Ever Told You That?
"You walk really fast; has anyone ever told you that?" As a matter of fact, they have; And there is a 15% chance it's because I'm trying to run away from your bullshit, But also an 85% chance it's just because maybe I'm a fast fucking walker. "You dress like a boy; has anyone ever told you that?" Yeah, most people I know; But then I sit them down and tell them that I don't like when people try to sort things into little gender specific boxes And things made for guys are about 397 times more goddamn comfortable.
"You spend way too much time on your own; has anyone ever told you that?"Certainly. If you look to your left, you'll see a crowd of people who's company I enjoy that never ask me to go anywhere with them. If you look to your right, you'll see a much bigger crowd of other people who make me feel uncomfortable just by being around me in large quantities.
"You're very strange; has anyone ever told you that?"Well yeah, I say it to myself every single fucking day Because if I can't even be happy about that then something's gone terribly wrong.
Winter Here Is Nothing Special
Winter here is nothing special; it rarely snows, the decorations are garish
And the market stalls close at eight because that way they don't need to pay for insurance.
There is no frost; no pretty pictures carved by tiny hands on the windows,
no days off school because the roads are too dangerous to drive on.
The first and last time I ever made a snowman was when I was fifteen years old.
Money in a card has gradually nudged out all gifts I receive,
And Santa Clause has been turned away from our household; eyes shining with regret that yet more children
Have become too 'grown up', too 'mature', to place any faith in the old man with the white beard.
But that's okay.
It's okay that Christmases are spent without the snowmen - without the presents -
As long as at some stage of the holidays, someone remembers to place the damn mistletoe in exactly the right spot, at exactly the right time;
As long as next year begins with me knowing I've tried.
00:06 a.m.
00:06 a.m.
I should be sleeping, or partying, or drinking; living!
But you and I both know that I am sitting here;
Sitting here in this same chair at this same desk
and doing absolutely nothing that matters,
just so I can avoid the things that do.
Criminal
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and sometimes they even fa/_ over
But on rare occasions, they combine so beautifully that letting the barriers get in the way would be a crime
Don't be a criminal.
Unrequited?
The first time we talked (I'm a little hazy about the details but -) I remember there was Foosball (We lost, but at least we were on the same team) I thought that your hair was cool and your face was nice and your accent made your voice sound almost lyrical And you talked to me even though I was the random loner kid sitting pretending to text in the corner
The next time was more comfortable (there were giant beanbags, and drawn-out games of 'Would You Rather ...' I was more confident (which wasn't hard, considering) When we were walking places, we walked together, and when all of us went out for dinner you linked my arm and said you were taking me out Even though the meal was paid for by someone else and we ended up sitting at opposite ends of the table
This last time was different (Or at least I think it was) The whole time we were surrounded by people (Not that we weren't before) But this time I really wanted the two of us to get away from them for a while (just a little while) To talk to each other, just us And sometimes I could have sworn you did too.
It's recently come to my attention that everyone is selfish. Every single living being is ultimately selfish to the core. Of course, this isn't a new concept. I've heard it said on countless occasions over my seventeen years, but the truth is I've only just noticed how damningly true it is.
Say you have a friend, and that friend is always nice to you and always helps you with your homework or your relationship problems or whatever shit you happen to have going on at the time. There are only so many reasons that this person is putting up with your crap for so long. Either
You annoy the fuck out of them and they just want you to leave them alone. They are only trying to fix your problems so you will stop whining about them and let them get some peace and quiet instead of waking them up at ass o' clock in the morning to complain about how your girlfriend left you for the infinitely more attractive cashier at Burger King.
Helping other people genuinely makes them feel good about themselves. Which is a truly admirable trait. But it's still selfish. They're helping you because they get a buzz out of it. In other words, you are best friends with an addict. Not that I've got a prejudice against addicts, because I don't. Just make sure you continue to bring this person every tiny little problem you have unless you want them to feel empty inside and turn to more hardcore drugs, like volunteering and charity work.
Somehow they ended up stuck with you as a friend and they don't want to seem like a bitch for screaming at you when you cry about insignificant things like your dead dog or your boyfriend having an affair when they would rather be curled up in bed with tumblr, ice-cream and the box sets of every BBC series ever made. This says more about their image of themselves than how much they care about you and your feelings. They want to be a nice person, therefore they can't lock themselves in their bedroom and pretend not to hear your screams of anguish outside the door.
Same thing applies to relationships, Even if your partner wants the best for you and loves you to the depths of your soul and does everything they can to make you happy, it's because you being happy makes them happy. The word 'selfless' is forever rendered superfluous, because no matter what you do, there's always something in it for you, even if it's just that lingering sense that you've done the right thing.
It's true that I am terrible at making conversation
and it can't be denied that my social skills need more than a little work
But if it's two in the morning and you send me a message that doesn't quite necessitate a reply
and I do
You should know that I'm making a gargantuan effort to keep you from getting tired of me
Even if I am failing miserably.
They are here - back - and I can feel them.
Prisoners; I must not set them free
and this, I know, is quintessential.
