I Wonder If Gen Z/Alpha/Beta Is Gonna Make A Movie Romanticizing 9/11 The Same Way People Made A Movie

when I was pulled under the waves

my eyes stung

it felt like when the shampoo drips in the shower

my mouth got salty

it felt like when I get fries from the place I hate

my body dragged

then rolled

it felt like nothing

nothing good

nothing bad

there's nothing under there

my dog is so fake

I went downstairs to get a midnight snack while my dog was sleeping. I turned on the light and made a bunch of noise but she only looked up when she heard the sound of a single goldfish dropping on the floorrrr

Been dating my bf for 6 almost 7 months, which rounds up to a year, which is basically enough time to know i want to marry him, so basically he should propose already

When I die you have permission to turn me into a frankenstein monster, donate my blood to a vampire, put a tree in me, feed me to the rats, use my bones for tools, put my skin over a drum, or let birds nest inside me. Just don't go through my search history.

I think we’re going to be together forever.

“Don’t say that”, said the older woman in the car. Hand on the steering wheel, her eyes remained fixed on the narrow one-lane road ahead of her. “I know you love him now, but what if someone better comes along?”

The younger woman stuttered in protest, “What if? Someone better? What?”

There was no one better. They belonged together. She was healing, and he was gentle. He laughed with her and the sense of humor she had developed, loved the jokes that made her the “funny one” because she was soft and small and wouldn’t be heard when she wasn’t being funny. He appreciated every thought she had and loved her for being alive. 

A fire burned hot in the young woman’s heart as she looked back at her mother. Her lips were barely parting as she finished her sentence “…probably not going to get married.”

Lowkey just a chill girl who’s thirsty for knowledge

“When you stop talking to people, stop talking about them too.”

— Unknown

Being called pretty

People tell me I'm pretty, and it makes me smile. I call other girls pretty, models pretty, instagrammers pretty. I never see the girls in the pictures move but I swear it makes them smile too. I think it's a compliment.

After being called the magic word, pretty, I wonder if I still am pretty. Someone commented how pretty I was on the pic I posted last week. How much have I aged since then? Am I still pretty? Will people dissapointed when they see me at school tomorrow? I'm not as pretty as the girl on their phones. And I'm certainly not as pretty as the other girls walking around.

Everyone calls them pretty too. And they have boyfriends that call them cute, or hot, or amazing, or beautiful. I want that too, but for now I just want someone to call me pretty again.

I could never hate Vera Whitefern

I could never hate Vera because of the scene where she broke her leg and got chocolate and a puzzle out of it, and then AUDRINA GOT CHOCOLATE AND A PUZZLE TOO? That had my blood boiling. I’m an only child, but do parents actually do this? It’s giving, “It’s your sibling’s birthday, but you get a gift too because we love you equally.” Like??? Love them equally on THEIR birthday. 

Also…

KIDS AREN’T BORN EVIL?

Baby Vera admiring Lucky was not a sign of her being an evil, ungrateful child who hated her mom. Of course the baby spent more time with the pretty, shiny lady that didn’t move much and not the mom running around the house cleaning. Ellie was projecting from, like, the moment she came back to the house. 

Damian “I don’t give a damn what Vera does” not giving a damn what Vera did also had nothing to do with her being an evil, ungrateful child. He was too busy projecting his fantasies about what perfect women should be like onto his other daughters, but he could have at least, like, given his other daughter and girlfriend love.

Ugh. It’s like that saying that men love getting women to do things but don’t like women that are willing to do the same things.

Anyways, everyone in that household seems to have hated Vera from the moment of her conception and called her an evil child. So…her feelings towards the family as she grows up aren’t signs she’s evil, they’re completely justified consequences.

why i hate english class

I like the words in my head

But as soon as I type them out

The black 12-pt letters mock me

Nana nana, boo boo

We don’t like you

That’s when the letters begin to move:

Darting across the page

Every direction

Bumping into each other

Transferring energy

Making an incoherent mess

I reach for a blanket

I catch them in one fell swoop,

swing the bundle over my head,

throw them in the can

That’s when the letters begin to cry:

Wailing through the metal

Very loudly

Falling on their knees

Claiming to be sorry

They didn’t mean it

Too bad! 

Now I have a new thought

To take out of my head

And onto the page

And off the page again