Fearless but FearfulI have never met someone so brave.Fearless but Fearful1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have never met someone so afraid.
... at the same time.
Legrandzilla Musings #10Besting BulliesLegrandzilla Musings #101 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have one story you may enjoy, unless you are a bully.
If you are a bully, shame on you. Stop it.
The reason behind most bullying is fear. It is a cowardly occupation.
It is a means to keep the negative attention off yourself by focusing it on a perceived easy target.
It is deplorable, and it betrays a lack of intelligence and character.
So here is a story for you.
We called them the "Woods Brothers" I am sure they had first names, but they were always together and always looking for trouble. That is the only title I remember of them.
The younger brother was a couple years younger and quite smaller than me. The older brother was a year younger and a real thug.
Their family had a lot of dysfunction. I heard later after all this was over (for me at least) that their mom had committed suicide. Looking back, I feel sorry for all the kids. But, there is usually a reason behind the bullying, and their family situ
My Hands, Your HandsSometimes I just look at my hands, my palms upturned, my fingers relaxed. I think my hands are pudgy. I think the lines on my palms are very smooth and light, like the rest of my skin. When I hold my hand out, the back of my hand turned toward me, I think maybe my fingers are long. My hands are small, but my fingers are long and slim, like rose stems; sometimes they have thorns.My Hands, Your Hands3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes I look at my hands, bare and unfamiliar to anything but the grip of a pencil, and I wonder what they’d look like in yours.
I want to see your hand in mine, study the difference or lack of in skin tones, to see that your hands have done real work, smoothed and cut wood and presented me a beautifully crafted pen with, along with much more rigorous work I can’t ever fathom doing myself.
I want to know what you think of my hands. I know what I think of yours.
And I love them.
Yours TrulyShe sat down at her desk, wrists resting lightly on the edge. Her fingers, pale with bitten down and disfigured fingernails, were poised delicately above the keyboard. She blinked, then swallowed, heart racing. Her phone sat next to her and she was trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to pick it up and put in the number so she could text last night's nightmare. She could still hear her words so violently embedded into her heart and she cringed visibly. Her elbows ended up resting on the edge of the desk instead, and she buried her forehead into open palms.Yours Truly3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on, come on...get it all out here..." She whispered to herself. Her eyes flashed up to the computer screen and then her fingers. They did a hesitant and nervous little dance. This would be worth it, all she had to do was get it out now rather than go crawling back to desperate messages that she wouldn't even read. "Alright...hm..."
I need closure.
She wrote. Closure, closure, closure...such a funny
A life in transition: I just want to be meWhen I was younger, like in the 11-13 range. I was doing things and thinking things that weren't "normal" for a boy. It's only now I realized why there this thought there was something wrong with me, because I had my thinking cap on backwards, to paraphrase a phrase. I remember many times, that these thoughts are wrong...I suppressed these thoughts and things for years. I'm 28 now and I realized that I shouldn't have done that, I am this way and I shouldn't penalized for it.A life in transition: I just want to be me2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember wanting to be a girl, to turn into a girl, to dress like a girl. Being raised as a boy, and feeling like that...it made me think I was a freak. Was I ever comfortable with my male body? Probably not, on some level I was somewhat underdeveloped, I age physically slightly slower than some people. I remember being really fearful of changing in front of other males when in junior high school, most likely due to those thoughts I kept trying to suppress.
There were other things I kept thinking about, I kept ha
I have walked in darknessThe darkness surrounds us, containing many wonderful and terrible things. Most people feel safer pretending it's not there, but those of us who have walked in darkness and understand the folly of man; the arrogance of thinking he understands even his own front lawn; we who have seen the reality cannot go back. Reality is not nice, and it's not clean; and it's almost never fair, but I'd rather live with it, then with a comforting lie.I have walked in darkness7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ernesto and Marianna's bioAs done for Giulia here's Ernesto and Marianna's bio ^^Ernesto and Marianna's bio1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ernesto: Erny, or Niny (as Marianna calls)
They're both 36
Date of birth
Ernesto: March, 24
Marianna: November, 16
Ernesto: sensitive, sweet, intelligent, calm and kind. He's a gentleman,
Marianna: cheerful, lively, funny, and crazy, she's sometimes
a tomboy, but she's romantic
Ernesto: shy, insecure, and emotional
Marianna: loud, and often sassy
Ernesto: Reading good books, literature, drinking tea, classical music,
writing and staying with his family
Marianna: All kind of sports, metal music, staying with
friends and seeing funny Youtube videos
Ernesto: Sports, all types of racism, and rude people
Marianna: libraries, being bored and coffee
They're good at:
Ernesto: Art, Italian, listen
and understand his friends
I was tagged by IggyIggyMagic1011) You must post these rules.2) Each person has to share 10 facts about themselves.3) Answer the 10 questions asked by the person who tagged you and make up 10 questions for the 10 you tag.4) Choose 10 people and put their icons in your journal.5) Go to their page and inform them that they have been tagged by you.6) Not something like 'You are tagged if you read that'.7) You have to legitimately tag 10 people.8) No tag-backs.9) You can't say that you don't do tags.10) You have the choice to make a journal entry! Comments if you prefer!I was tagged by IggyIggyMagic1012 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. I like video games yet tend to watch Let's Plays of games more than actually play them myself XD
2. I am a hardworker with crazy amounts of endurance mixed in.
3. Love animals and mythological creatures very much.
4. I physically look younger than my actual age.
5. My fursona is a Tasmanian Tiger named Thoomie.
6. I am better at making artwork physically with my hands than I am at drawing
7. I have a college certificate but work a norm
A Crumbling CastleHave you ever felt so alone and abandoned that you have thought of running away and never coming back? Have you ever felt so wounded and scarred deep inside that you considered ending your life as a solid option? If your answer to both questions is a silent yes in your head but never aloud, you are like I was and perhaps, still am.A Crumbling Castle3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I first noticed how different I was from the others on first grade. Most of them had been to preschools and kindergartens together, I had been at home with my siblings and our mother. Then there was the matter of how I looked. Though born and raised in the very same country by parents, whose families had been from there (under one rule or the other) for centuries, I looked like someone whose family had moved from Arabia or Israel. I openly wore a cross-necklace around my neck and didn't laugh or roll my eyes at every mention of religion. I wasn't into the hobbies and past times they felt I should have been. My name w
A Day in the Life of my Socially Awkward SelfI wake up to the sound of Kendrick Lamar playing in the living room. Not ready for the day I pull the covers over my head and wish I was still sleeping. Eventually my mother calls for the third time and I have to drag myself out of bed. Still groggy I throw on whatever is quickest and begin hunting for socks. Once I find them I force my foot into some boots and put my hair in a sloppy bun seconds before I hear my carpool honk their horn. I scramble to find my phone and make sure my bag in packed before my mother shoos me out the door. I run down our concrete driveway and smell the odor of dog sh*t rush into my nose. I go to open the car door but I am quickly waved to the other side. Once seated I listen to the impatient grumbles of the driver while we wait for my mother to lock the door to our house. My friend, Meredith, sits across from me and her brother sits in the back seat. Both try to engage me in conversation but I only reply in one word answers until I can put in my headphones.A Day in the Life of my Socially Awkward Self21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This