Hope floats

“

I saw your tears;
The night you first tore into your own skin.
I was there, I blame myself
It seems every time I catch you
Looking into my face, your own crumples
In disgust, not at me but yourself
And I’ll never know why

Every morning;
You slave away, with brushes and powders. While I try my hardest
To reassure you; “you look perfect!”
Your dull, cried-out eyes, and worried sulk
Are just there to remind me I’ve failed
I want you to see beauty

You long for change;
In your waist, thighs, arms and insecurities.
You urge them to shrink and
I just watch you tug at your skin
While you curse at the utter agony
Of failing to meet your own standards
Letting your flaws kill you

I keep secrets;
The things I watch you endure are hidden.
I cannot help but cringe
Every time you lift your shirt
To prove to me; one more bone is showing
Your hips and ribs protrude in your quest
To be as light as air

I miss you now
This room is empty without your sadness.
I tried to show what I saw
A powerful girl, worth far more than
The negative space she yearned and starved for
As a mirror, I could do no more
Than watch her waste away

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“

i like the 10 minutes before

the 10 minutes before you rip each other’s clothes off

you know it’s going to happen but in that 10 minutes, you’re trying everything in your power to make it out like that’s not about to happen

so you

talk about the weather. the cat. his day. your day.

then you hit the 4th minute and you start to touch. tentatively, at first, and when you realise it feels good, you get comfortable.

you pick the cat hairs off of his pullover. it’s black so you see every single strand. meanwhile he is running the side of his ring finger along your wrist.

you tell him he has elegant hands. has he ever played the piano? he should.

those fingers will be inside your mouth as he will be inside of you in about 5 minutes but in that moment - “have you ever played the piano?”

i like those 10 minutes.

”

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emma-weasley:

#stanley tucci is everything i hope to be in life

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“If my son were gay,
I’d slap him
With a nice high five.
Because coming out to your dad,
Takes balls that most men don’t have.
If my son were gay,
I’d beat the hell out of him.
Because he said he was better than me
At Super Smash.
(He basically was asking
For me to kick his ass.)
If my son were gay,
I’d kick him out of the house.
Because why waste June on video games,
When there are sports to be played?
And just because he likes making out with boys,
Doesn’t mean he can’t tackle the shit out of them, too.
If my son were gay,
I’d call him a douche.
But only because this morning,
He ate the last peanut butter cup in the house.
(The jerk knows they’re my favorite.)
If my son were gay,
I’d still give him the talk.
I just wouldn’t have to worry about a baby in nine months.
If my son were gay,
I’d make fun of what he wears.
Because damn, son,
Those heels don’t go with that dress.
If my son were gay,
I’d tell him to be proud.
Because you’re human no matter the gender
On the other side of your mouth.
If my son were gay,
Nothing would be different at all.
Except that twenty years down the line,
I’ll be expecting a handsome son-in-law.”

“If My Son Were Gay” - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)
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