Men"Men don't write things!Men2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Men kill wild boar and the blood splatter spells out what they want to say!
Men don't even own computers!
They live in lavishly decorated caves and eat raw meat while smoking cigars and playing guitars and are constantly walking away from explosions without looking back.
Real men work out by strangling nazis and saving orphans, kittens and women from various threats.
They also all fly jets in their spare time and go skydiving without a parachute, surviving the fall every time by punching death in the face, thus coming away unharmed.
Men never speak.
They communicate purely through fist fights."
Was talking to a friend about what a man is.
Sometimes I laugh at my own jokes.
This was one of those times.
Thought I'd share.
A Poem About WordsA Word on WordsA Poem About Words5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve never been very good with words.
I spend so much time searching for the right ones,
For that one perfect phrase to describe a feeling.
Slippery as a sunfish it incessantly escapes me,
Or gets hooked upon my lip.
It’s difficult to say what I mean,
Let alone mean what I say.
And words make it so much harder;
Ineffectual, impersonal and imprecise as they are.
I might say I love a steaming pot of tea in the morning,
Or a big cozy sweater on a winter’s day.
But sweaters and tea don’t quite add up to how I feel about you.
You might say a rose is pretty,
Or a sunset.
But I am hardly a flower or a sink
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 1Chapter 1 Child's PlayCow of the Wild - Chapter 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was setting over the hills and the sky glowed pink. The last golden lights of the evening spilled over the forest floor, dappling the low growing foliage and bed of pine needles beneath. The honey light squeezed through a narrow crevice and into a small loamy wolf den.
There were three of the animals within two adults and a small pup. The adults lay still, sleeping soundly, their bodies pressed together tightly. One of them was a large grey male with a thick reddish stripe down his back, and sleeping beside him was his mate. She was a petite wolf with a pale silvery pelt and a white underbe
What Have I BecomeThey say just to let the emotions flow,What Have I Become5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the secret of poetry,
The art within the writing of words,
Of placing the letters, carefully,
Not to be shy of filling the blanks,
Just defining what you know,
To use your feelings,
And to decorate the sheets,
But how can I write,
When all I feel,
Was ripped away,
By a force that I cannot describe?
When my core is a void,
And I cannot avoid,
Feeling nothing at all...
How am I supposed to choose,
The words that used to come,
By night, my quiet saviours,
Now lost within my soul,
Roaming the sky,
For this feeling of inspiration,
That I once cursed,
But was blessed with,
Bracelet projectThe Bracelet Project.Bracelet project4 months ago in Personal More Like This
Each disorder has a color that corresponds to it.
Schizophrenia is Gold
Bipolar/mood disorder is Silver
Anorexia is Red.
Bulimia is Purple.
EDNOS is Pink.
Depression is blue.
Self harm is Orange or Black.
Fasting at the time is Green.
Suicidal is Yellow.
Overweight/Obese is Turquoise.
Anxiety/Panic disorder/OCD is Teal.
Adding 1 white bead means you're trying to recover.
If your bracelet is half of the color that your disease is and half white it means you're in recovery.
You can also make the strand the main disorder you have then add beads to your lesser disorders, or if you have EDNOS, if you have more anorexic or bulimic tendencies then you can add a red or purple bead.
If you see a girl in public wearing one, you are supposed to make eye contact and point to your bracelet. If she nods then you know she is part of the bracelet project.
Spread awareness about the bracelet project.
***Quoted from Tumbler: http://thatpunkdrummerchick.tumblr.com/post/27398380436/t