Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
The Book ThiefSometimes when I wander by,The Book Thief2 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
I see this stranger,
as snowflakes fly,
reading and not seeming to be in any danger
I catch a glimpse of his book,
it's so brown,
probably with a good hook,
and I gently sit down
He still doesn't look at me,
it's "The Book Thief",
I smile and let him be,
and begin to feel grief,
Because I know that book,
it's so sad,
when he finally gives me a look,
I know he doesn't find it bad
That's why I smile,
and he begins to talk,
we sit there for a while,
and later begin to walk
He with a long winter coat,
and the brown book in his hands,
me as I float,
above the snowy land
can bring you together,
without arranging any meeting,
books are forever
Wednesday's ChildIt was a Wednesday.Wednesday's Child3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Following 23 hours of labor, Drew Theodore P. Lipsky (the P stood for nothing in particular) entered the world at 11:59 p.m. He was born a bit blue in the face; but at the time that was easily explained by the hypoxia.
No one least of all the overworked obstetric staff of Lowerton General Hospital was in a position to appreciate the deeper significance of that color. Or the prophetic irony behind the moment itself: having fought all to day to delay his own birth from the most woeful of days to the most ambitious, and with his goal not only in sight but within reach, newborn baby Drew would find himself falling short by mere moments. It was to be his first grand failure, and the one which would set the stage for all the others to follow.
Compared to that, the mishap during the bris was but a minor setback. One which was kept under the table, when both the rabbi and the hospital (eager to avoid a scandal) were quite willing to settle with the Lipsky fami