people who type lol when theyre mad are the people you have to watch out for theyll fucking stab you in the back in a dark alley and steal your wallet whispering “lol” all passive aggressively into your ear. same goes for “lmao”. Watch the fuck out
Dean seemed to thrive on dangerous stunts, and he used his motorcycle as his instrument more than once. I always refused to get on the back of it when he drove. “Why,” he would ask, “Yuh scared?”
"Yes, Jim, I’m scared," I once answered. "You take too many chances."
We were in front of my place, and he gunned the motor and took off. I would have stopped him and gotten my camera for some shots, but he was already zooming towards Park Avenue. I went inside. About fifteen minutes later my doorbell rang. I hadn’t heard any loud crashes, but was still relieved to see Jimmy when I opened the door.
"That was a short trip," I said and smiled. "Glad to see you back alive." He headed for the couch and settled in for an argument. He talked about the exhileration of taking chances and how great that felt. I am by nature more cautious, do our discussion was lively. We finally wound around to bullfighting and Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon.
His eyes lit up and he leaned forward as he insisted that “Old Hemingway squeezed the juice out of life.”
"I’m not going to live past 30," he said, and smiled, looking intently at me.
Long before, in the first days of the North Kingdom, they built a great watch-tower on Weathertop, A m o n S û l they called it. It is told that E l e n d i l stood there watching for the coming of Gil-galad out of the West, in the days of the Last Alliance.
five sets of two hands, fingers spread wide
my best friend lying next to me squeaks out
“never have I ever masturbated”
a chortle and a shrug between the boys as they flick down their obligatory fingers
and I can’t help but feel a twinge in my stomach as my pinky follows suit
the silence in the room is thick and grey and suddenly sliced by
have you ever experienced fun?
I pull away a hair caught in my scarlet lipstick
in my reflection I see my table mate from english class
behind me she blinks twice and scoffs
“who are you trying to impress?”
the bathroom door is closed behind her before I can ask
the last time she did something to impress herself.
before a trip to the mall
one of my friends spends two hours
perfecting her bronzer
and choosing the perfect pair of shoes
the other rubs in dry shampoo
and is out the door in less than five minutes
they are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.
my father calls me beautiful through a mouthful of popcorn
as I pour a glass of milk to accompany my now third piece of leftover birthday cake
he plants a kiss on my cheek and I grin as I wipe it away.
she asks me what to do to start loving herself
and I send her away to my full length mirror
and demand to only speak to her
when she’s found something to adore
the way I did with my knobby knees
and tiger-striped hips
and big square teeth
fifteen minutes go by
and she finally points to the freckles on her nose
splits into a grin
the one that makes everyone weak in the knees
and I watch the lightbulb go off above her head
as she realizes
it’s never been her job to hate her body
i tell my sister she looks cute today
and the look on her boyfriend’s face
when she blurts out “damn right I do!”
I used to worry that I’d never find someone who loved me at all
and now my biggest fear
is finding someone who can adore me as much as I’ve come to.
|—||seven thoughts on self love that came to me before I got my driver’s license (llb)|