I hate myself+INSPIRATIONI hate myself+INSPIRATION5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I refuse to starve myself, to fit society's norm of beauty.
I would die if I didn't eat as much as I do.
I refuse to burn my hair to get it to lie flat.
My hair is naturally straight, and even if it wasn't I would love it just the same.
I refuse to wear makeup to fit in.
I have no gross medical disfiguration. There is nothing wrong with my face. I have no wish to cover it in something unnecessary.
I refuse to buy according to genre.
If it's comfortable, if it looks good Does it really matter whether it's emo or prep?
I refuse to lower my standards for you.
If you do not know how to speak to me civilly, we might as well not engage in conversation. Or as you might say, "Fuck off."
I refuse to hate myself.
I am me, and whether I like it or not, I will have to live with myself for the rest of my life.
I refuse to not work to fix my problems.
I'm flawed. We all are. That doesn't mean I will ignore my problems. That means I will focus on
My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 1My Lucky Rabbit's Foot Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
A lone rabbit sat dejectedly upon a cold, stone floor. His ebony fur, with only his face showing any white whatsoever, was smothered in caked dirt and dried blood. Probably from the many beatings that he had received in his time of captivity. Clasped to his neck, wrists, and ankles were magic-restraining chains, keeping him from trying to escape from his small prison. His sky blue and black jacket and shorts were tattered and worn, rips and tears being seen on every place imaginable on them. It seemed that they were also a bit too small for him.
Outside of the room, a single torch is lit, allowing a small amount of light to reflect into the cell, the only light, other than his own, that was visible. The rabbit looked up, the light from the fire illuminating his sad aquamarine eyes. That light source, small as it may be, was one of the only things he could grasp onto to keep from losing himself.
He had been trapped in this place for twelve years now. Twelve years since he'd b
Meme OC: Gemma RussellMeme OC: Gemma Russell2 years ago in Profiles
Name: Gemma Lizette Russell
From: Bristol, UK
Song: 21 Guns by Green Day
Gemma is the lead singer and guitar player of an all-girl alternative band called the Bristol Bunnies. They are definitely of the alternative/punk variety of ladies, but also add a touch of modern day pin-up to set themselves apart. Gemma left school and didn’t even complete college in the UK; she and her fellow bunnies (Liza, Tasha, Serena and Amy) began trying to get attention as a group and get a demo recorded. The all work odd jobs in trying to save enough quid to get them all to New York City and their dreams.
From the Broken... - RE fanfiction | OC Pt.7 Chapter 7From the Broken... - RE fanfiction | OC Pt.77 months ago in Horror
“Is it too late to remember I’m afraid of heights?”
They had climbed to the top of the building in front of the gun-shop. Taryn was working cutting a few wires on a small fuse box. After a couple minutes she stepped away from it and went to touch a wire that connected both building’s rooftops. J noticed she was triumphant for whatever it was the reason.
“Care to tell me what are you doing now?” – He watched Taryn place her knife on the wire with the flat part and test the strength. That’s when J realized what she was about to do.
“No way, are you crazy?”
She looked at him with a curious expression.
“What? You’ve never done this before?”
LaF - Audition Part TwoLaF - Audition Part Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
For a moment he couldn't believe his eyes. He wouldn't believe them. How could... and here, of all places, standing there across the water as plain as the river that separated them? It was huge as to be expected, but of a species completely unsuited for this environment. Yet, the creature met his eyes unflinchingly.
A white wolf which, though distinctly solid, seemed to exude a cool light from its very form and bore its head with distinct regality. He only had a moment's notice to take it all in- and then it was gone.
He stared at the now pitch-black space left behind by the luminous figure, blinking in an attempt to let his eyes re-accustom to the freshly-resettled darkness, and shook despite himself. Was he seeing things now, too? As if searching for an answer, his gaze turned skyward, tracing the narrow patch of heavens he could see through the canopy above and the clouds beyond. Another light still shone down upon
[tGB] - ASSIGNMENT - Shadow PatrolA summer sunrise crept over the Shadow Tribe territory in the early morning. The air humid and thick with the rolling morning fog that came in from the sea, as a strange, hairless looking Green Shadow rose from his ‘bed’ in the Shadow Tribe dens. A crooked smile stretching it’s way across the tom’s maw as he yawned silently, and stretched, working over wiry muscle as he attempted to quickly wake up in the hours of the early morning. The tom looking over his tribe-mates with one cynical olive-green eye as he quickly shook his head and began to prowl quietly between the sleeping cats, hairless paws wrinkling as they made impact with the ground as he attempted to find a few particular cats in the dark as his Green Shadow tattoo lit up, making the tom seem almost ghost-like as his eyes adjusted to see the shining colours of the souls of the cats that slept around him, making it much easier to find the certain tribe mates he was looking for, as Requiem, the hairless[tGB] - ASSIGNMENT - Shadow Patrol1 year ago in Short Stories
From the Broken... - RE fanfiction | OC Pt.6 Chapter 6 - Act 2: The streetsFrom the Broken... - RE fanfiction | OC Pt.67 months ago in Horror
“Exactly. Whatever it was, is, the rats are most likely guilty. First there were just small and silent cases, but they stacked on top of each other to the point of reaching the outbreak. That thing destroyed the whole city in less than two days. Then the army came and tried the violent way to stop the infected. – Jess explained.
“Explains why everything is blown to bits…” – She replied.
“Wait, Shh… One incoming.”
An infected crossed the entrance of he alley they were hiding in. Taryn easily disappeared in the shadows of a trash bin, which caused J. to lose sight of her.
“Hey, where did yo
When We Were KidsWhen We Were Kids9 years ago in Fan Fiction
A/N: I do not own Death Note characters so dont sue me.
"When were kids"
I never liked to go out. Running around the dusty ground, Standing on the blazing sun's heat, Tiring myself in just stupid sport or game of tag, and mingling around with the other kids in the orphanage, who were they trying to kid? I may be a lazy slack-off loner but I'm not stupid.
Why would try to gain friends with all of those hypocrites? What good will it do to me? I'd rather stay inside and watch TV than work my ass off as a social climber. Its just a waste of time.
Besides I have everything that I need in here: a nice stack of brand new games I haven't played yet, courtesy of the big honcho who owns this place. Hmph, he must have thought that he'd gain some sort of an acceptance from me. Well, its not gonna happen in this lifetime.
You're the no. 1 detective in the whole world, so what? I'm not gonna bow down and worship you, unlike some people I know, and have you ever crossed with the
Blade of Blacknight TerrorBlade of Blacknight TerrorBlade of Blacknight Terror6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
Force of Chaos whirling power,
Storms in my mind and soul,
Waging dark emotions and lust for battle,
As a servant of black gods I am.
Memories of past years,
Vanished into total oblivion,
Red mist of slaughter and havoc
Be my new present reality.
I have become a part of something infernal,
A pawn in the game of war and madness,
Of godless actions and blasphemous dreams.
I have become a sword of pure hatred,
A channelling soul of dark desires,
Flaming blade of Blacknight terror.
They say, the grace of midnights might,
Becomes the black possessive torment,
Horror of the thousand wailing forsaken,
Pact of darkness infernal, immortal.
I relive my nightmare from every twilight hour
Until the descend of Crimson Moon,
And the cruel death of million innocent
Their screaming silenced with brutal fist of hatred.
Evil force of Blacknight,
Vision of eternal tormenting dream,
Blaze gleaming under starlight,
And accompany the painful scream,
PhotoshoppedBlur out my body and leave only in focus my soul.Photoshopped6 years ago in Free Verse
For it bleeds in pixels and dodges the tears from my painted eyes.
My lips are in grayscale as my skin creeps along with saturated woes.
The nails smudge across landscape canvases.
Feet patching up your lost dreams with burned colors.
Lasso my legs and marquee my smile.
My voice sharpens as you stamp my throat with a slice of my own noise.
Layer my past with your history of colorful palettes brightened by the contrast of your pitiful filtered actions.
I wonder how many different styles you could change me.
Add the text of a lonely shape, erased by a brush shaped as a leaf as you cover the ground with similar strands of grass.
Color me a gradient so the glow of my inner self will pierce your vision with the texture of a thousand lines.
Dont forget to save me in your never ending files left to take up space in your infinite color wheel you call a heart.