What is Homophobia? I know homophobia. I’m only seventeen, but I know what it’s like to be hated for everything I am. I can tell you, but only in your heart. Listen to me, and let me tell you how homophobia took over my life.More Like This
Homophobia is being spit on. I know to always watch out or risk another attack. I know that no one will stand up for me today, that it will just be yesterday all over again. I know that the worst thing to do is speak up. I tried it once: they threw trash instead. So I bite my tongue and hold back the tears. I’ll cry later, after they’ve all gone home, and my mom still hasn’t come to pick me up. I’ll cry in the empty bathroom until she comes; and I’ll go home, fall in my bed, and cry some more. I’ll cry alone as I peel the gum wrappers off of my dress. I’ll cry alone for years because there is no one else to
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
A letter to Gender.Dear gender;More Like This
For the norms you create, the wars you start, the people you torture and the rules you make,
I strongly dislike you. You and your social normality.
And I decided that I don't want you anymore. Yes, physically it has its perks, but I can't stand the judgment any longer.
I've been male. I've been female. I've been gay. I've been straight.
There is no superior sex. It's a mind game, for God to taste the bitter-sweet irony of our existences.
I don't want the pieces I was born with, yet I don't want the ones I don't have, either. I would love to be sex-less. No markings, no gender.
But that isn't possible, is it?
I am not attracted to a single sex, yet I
Fight TogetherTrembling hands gripped the newspaper as black eyes scanned the front page. Disbelief, fear and anger warred over the masculine face and the young revolutionary gripped the newspaper far harder than he needed to. His roving eyes came to a stop as he reached the end of the article, and for a moment, everything was still save the slight shiver still running through his arms. Then, in a burst of movement, he rose to his feet, rolled the newspaper up and turned towards the door. Scooping up the black, goggle-adorned top hat off the table on his way out, the young man made a beeline for the Leader's office.More Like This
Anger caused his eyes to glitter with an odd light as he made his swift way through the halls of the base. The other revolutionaries took one look at his hard face and determined scowl and got out of his way quickly. Usually, they'd be calling out a greeting to the normally cheerful young man, but those who were foolish enough to ignore the tenseness in his muscles were quickly silenced
Garu ReturnsGaru tensed as he heard a familiar giggle echo around him. It seemed to encompass him . . . He began to tremble. Pucca. She was relentless!More Like This
Ever since he had been a young, 12-year-old ninja of Sooga village, Pucca had been chasing him. He had been gone a while, for four years, training to master all elements of the ninja way. Pucca was a ninja in her own right, arguably more gifted than he, yet she used much of it for one thing: catching Garu. He had only been back a week, and she had begun again. Granted, Garu hadn't expected her to begin this late. Truth be told, he had been dreading coming off the boat, for fear of a Pucca love-ambush. For that reason he had snuck into the village under the dead of night, on the night of a new moon, with even his signature heart (his family's symbol) covered in black. She hadn't ambushed him, as he had expected, though the past week was lived in fear of her. At least, until he found she was gone visiting her cousins in Tokyo, and wouldn't be back fo
Neko!2P!Canada X Reader: Flawed Final Flicking my tail, I stare up at the calendar. Has it really been one week already? It feels more like a month to me.More Like This
My nose twitches as something warm and salty teases my senses. Glancing over my shoulder, I stare with perked interest at the steaming fish sitting upon a plate.
Licking my lips hungrily, I trot over into the kitchen.
_______ grabs some spices from a cupboard and walks over to season the fish.
The scent becomes even more glorious and I can feel my ears heat up, when my stomach growls loudly.
“Hungry? Good because I’ve whipped up quite the treat for you.” My eyes widen as she sets the plate down on the floor by my paws.
My violet eyes stare into hers as I tilt my head to the side as if asking, ”for me? Really?”
Llama Song DeviantART StyleThe Llama Song -DeviantART Version!More Like This
Give a llama
Get a llama
Trade some points for many llamas
Tons of groups for little llama
llama llama badges llama
Thank you for the llama
It was really great
Now I have a herd of them
And all of them wear capes
Now I've come to give you one
As a form of thanks
So go ahead and pass them on
And then go have some cake
Did you know there's stuff for llamas
Shades for llama
Ties for llama
DeviantArt has many llamas
Is that how it goes now
Is that how it's done
You give a llama for a llama
To artists one by one
This trend is quite ridiculous
But it's lots of fun!
Time for me to send one now
And become a duck
Hey daddy chapter 4Chapter 4: A date and a nightmareMore Like This
Naruto sighed as he walked down the stairs and stopped to look at the mountain at the side. He once again sighed as he sat down on the deserted steps. Its been quite some while since he last thought about things like these. Last time was when it was when he was standing in front of the memorial staring at the name of his perverted teacher.
I wonder what he would say if he found out Idzunas is the foxs kid, he whispered to himself, gah, Ero-sennin why did you have to be so stubborn and go to Pein alone.
The blonde placed his hands in his hair and tried to think of tonight instead of all the memories that made him feel sad.
But he couldnt help. First he lost Sasuke, who still was gathering something to attack Konoha, or actually the elders and for some reason Naruto didnt really care about that anymore. They would be fine without those old people that think they have a solution for everything a
You Want The Truth?we attempt to hide behind pretty wordsMore Like This
and cover up with simple stories
but it's hardly seen
that someone say the truth
letting it flow out strong
a river that carries a truth yet accepted
the thing is,
two simple words;
has given to others such a harmful scene
hatred has spread
riots were thrown
and relationships torn
people are the same
we share emotions,
the feeling of shy love
that blossoms into something more
that lingering hug
and the first goodnight kiss
heartaches and pains
and mistakes we've made
yet many stand and say
yet I'm in love with a girl
and to me
her smile makes my day brighter
her laugh lightens my heart
her eyes catch mine
and my heart flutters
her words fill my beings
and her touch lights me on fire
so, pray tell
what makes my love a phase
some stand and say it's a choice,
but I didn't walk past her
and out of a crowd of people
point my finger
that one, I choose
i was kissed by color before i was borni have a thing for butterflies -More Like This
they were tattooed across my skin
when i left my mother's womb.
they rest between my ribs
and the hollow of my throat
i was kissed with colors before i was born.
you were kissed by h a p p i n e s s
and embraced by Eden -
so you could find refuge
in the color under my skin.
instead of a heart,
my blood beats with butterfly wings.
and they glow when i smile
or when my cheeks forget to blush.
in the place of the heart the butterflies took away.
so your smile-stained lips,
and my butterfly-tattooed skin
met under despair
when it was well
and every time you tell
anyone that i'm yours
the spaces between my ribs g l o w
with the timid smiles
OC Biography sheetBeginningsMore Like This
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Love itI feel your hands in my hair.More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
Points giveaway FINISHED + Extra giveaway finishedTWITTER | TUMBLR | COMMISSIONSMore Like This
A little early, since I'm gonna busy later...
OKAY HERE ARE THE WINNERS
100 go to :iconstariaria:
and 100 go to :iconchiakikawaii:
AND SURPRISE!!! YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE OF WINNING 50
Guess the pokemon I'm thinking of RIGHT NOW and you will win 50 points!
First one to guess right wins!
:iconJashinsBiatch: won this one, and very fast too, hahhaa
Thank you all for taking part in this! :iconamgtouchplz:
IM BORED SO LETS DO THIS
I will give out 100 to one of the people who faves this journal
and 100 to one of the people who comments on this journal,
so it is in your interest to both comment AND fave this journal.
And watch me, since i will probably do this again some time
Drawing MediaHello folks!!More Like This
Today I've decided to create a post about the media I use for my drawings (to stop all that spam in my inbox with the same and the same questions)
I will also present two new tutorials very soon. I'll share a secret to tease you a little: It will be about the postcards >w< and coloring
1. White Nights Watercolors for backgrounds:
2. Sanford Prismacolor premier pencils for details:
3. Too Copic Multiliners for fancy lineart:
4. Sakura Micron Archival Pigment Ink for colorful linearts:
5. Winsor & Newton watercolour media:
6. Too Copic sketch markers for coloring:
7. Too Copic Opaque White for highlighting:
8. Faber-Castell mechanical pencils 0.35, 0.7 & Pentel 0.5 and a very very good erasers - MILAN:
9. Various glitters to make my postcards and drawings more sparkly:
10. Various textures for postcard backgrouds:
11. Various Sakura brand pens for better detailing:
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar