So I Just Had A Thought

im reading about cowboy phrases and sayings and like 95% of them are just solid life advice

I was born to see this video

Zombies shouldn't growl or snarl, they should babble a mixture of incomplete word sounds and whole words or sentence fragments. Every zombie should sound almost but not quite like it's trying to tell you something.

Leo boy

i just met a boy… well. "met" is a strong word. i'll start again

i just saw a boy. his hair was green his voice was deep his eyes were brown his brows were frowned

saw him and remembered-

i once knew a boy… well. "knew" is a strong word. lets try again

i once met a boy. his hair was dark his smile a spark his eyes were brown his words were sharp

he broke my heart

not on purpose i'd like to think though, sometimes, he was mean

and i didn't really want him but he was everything i wanted so effortlessly graceful never quiet or regretful

he was cool and fun and clever and it just kills me that i never got to raise up to his level cause he was always so much better

and all the girls who were around him were all so pretty, all so daunting and all the boys he used to talked to seemed so scary, laughed like barking

but he was cute, and we were kids. i think he was my friend's first kiss and i was jelous of the two cause one day, she stopped looking at me too

i never quite forgave them for i'm as bitter as i am proud but if they had let me in their circle i would have always stuck around

i just craved their validation flinched at every side-eyed glance and i always knew for certain he was the center of it all

if only he had liked me if only we'd been friends but we were only "an acquintance" that we knew a bit too well

cause we were side by side for years in this weird and awkward dance where we either didn´t talk or we had each others back

at least we had that, i suppose all the kids; a united front hand in hand, a silent oath against the adults and the such

we made memories together we broke boundaries together i'd like to know what he remembers from our time there in the trenches

cause i look back and i can't tell why we never crossed that line i would've loved to know him well but we just never seemed to align

if it's true that we have stars, ours were close but different paths and his always shone so bright and mine was always so behind

if it's true that we have stars, i'm a capricorn, a winter gal, so no surprise we grew apart. he's a leo after all

but i've gotten out of track, i said he broke my heart truth is i just couldn't bear the sight of him with someone else

not romantic, i don't care (plus i know now that he's gay) it's his friendgroup i can't stand cause all those people weren't there

not when we were eight, or ten or twelve not when we spilled orange juice out in the grass or when we climbed up that wall, not looking back

when we broke that door and lied for our lives when we won that gold and felt we could fly

when we got punished for not being perfect when we ran 'till our knees gave in when we got yelled at in a foreign accent i heard him swear he would not forgive

we went trough so much shit together it'll hurt me till the end that after nearly a fucking decade i could never call him "friend"

so,

i once met that leo boy i kinda loved that leo boy i didnt know that leo boy but i was raised with that leo boy

now,

i just saw that green-haired boy i kinda liked that green-haired boy i dont know that green-haired boy but i feel like he is a leo boy

How do you live up to this, you ask yourselves. How do you live up to the legend? How do you follow in your own footsteps, now much too large to fill? How do you come home when your home has lived a hundred lifetimes without you?

They look at you and see not your bodies (school child-child-too small-too fragile), but a landscape full of life and long-gone peace. They see victory, glory, a battle easily won and a gracious rule. They see salvation, legend, a golden age. 

They don’t see the scars, the unyielding prison, the shake of your breaths and the purple-bruise map of all fights and failures you come with. They don’t see the steel, the gnarled roots, the ugly mess inside your chests.

They don’t see children, and did you not wish that? Did you not wish for them to see you as you are meant to be? Why then do their eyes that see royalty without hesitation feel like chains? Why do your shoulders droop under the weight of their eager gaze?

Perhaps it is because they don’t see you as you were then. They see legends, mythology, saviours upon a pedestal of shining light, a throne they paint golden when it should be red and blue for every wound it gave you. They see idols, statues, carvings on stone walls, paintings within historical tomes. And that is not what you are, standing among them in clothes that used to fit better in another life and with promises that slide across your tongue like tar. That is not what you are.

You are claws and teeth and unsung roars. You are tear-stained screams and bloodied hands and crowns too heavy for anyone but you to bear. You are cracked marble, crumbling stone, unworked metal, burning wood. You are beautiful, regal, a coming storm, but you are not what their eyes tell them they see.

And how does one even begin to tell these desperate souls that their salvation will not be golden? That glory is not so easily achieved? That you did not sit upon your throne with clean robes and regal smiles when you became rulers of a kingdom, but stood upon a cliff in bloodied armour and torn skin and swore oaths unknown to the creatures that now call you saviours? 

So how do you tell them that you are not what they make you out to be? You don’t. You swallow down the words like molten rock and choke on that truth. They cannot help seeing the fairytales you have become in a land that hasn’t known you for a millennium. You aid them as they ask you to, and pray their dreams won’t cut them when they shatter underneath your feet.

A woman went viral for being turned down for a next interview for a role, she asks the recruiter what she did wrong, the recruiter tells her they were “concerned about her lack of effort in her appearance.”

She explains she wore a freshly ironed blazer with a collared top. Her nails were painted a professional beige. She got a blowout for her hair, so a professional style. She had on subdued gold earrings.

The only thing she wasn’t wearing was makeup; she states she really doesn’t wear makeup, and only had chapstick on, as her skin is sensitive. Her lawyer mother has already explained she has no legal case against the company for any type of gender-based discrimination.

Just in case anyone wants to ask why feminists still refer to the “pink tax” or rail against more and more elaborate makeup trends being pushed on girls and women.

Women being punished socially for not wearing makeup is still a feminist issue.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore

who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”

at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it

How do you protect yourself from being stalked online by your parents?

I often get messages from teens living with their abusive parents telling me about how terrifying it is for them to even look at my blog in case their parent finds out. I was a teenager before social networking on the internet. Honestly, when I was a teenager there was barely an internet yet. So, I don’t know how people protect themselves but I feel like probably there are ways. If you know please do share! A lot of people would find it helpful.