one time in high school i didnt read the assigned book and i was like fuck it imma write this essay anyway and i had no idea what the book was even about or who the characters were so i just spewed out some shit about archetypes and the teacher came up to me after class and told me i was the only student who truly understood the book
All of a sudden this post is back and I can’t say I’m totally cool with that
I am Courtney. I have hair the color of my mothers and skin the color of my fathers. I have the Irish green eyes of my fathers grandmother and the native nose of my mothers Seminole-Creek father. My hands have written thousands of poems. My face has been scarred by acne, my ears have listened to EVERY cruel comment someone made about it. My lips have been kissed by people I think about every day.
My skin is skewed with stretchmarks and tattoos and scars.
You’re right. I am not pretty. There is so much more to me than a 6 letter word used to summarize beauty.
"Pretty" is a shallow, vague word.
Best reply EVER to a bullshit coward anon
Zoomed out while taking a picture of my Christmas tree
[ CHRISTMAS INTENSIFIES ]
And anywhere I would have followed you, say something I’m giving up on you.
Americans pronouncing it ‘Noo-tella’ as if it were made from fucking hazelnoots.
Back In Your Head | Tegan And Sara
I’m not unfaithful but I’ll stray
When I get a little scared