I'm Liz 🎯
I️ shoot archery, like nature, and am really bad at writing about myself.
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I just wanted to say that all the boys who have chubby bellies that hang over their pants, or don’t have perfectly sculpted muscles, or have flabby arms, or are stick thin, pretty much anybody who identifies as male and doesn’t have a body that fits our society’s definition of what a male body looks like (this includes trans guys to) you guys are so beautiful and don’t listen to what anybody says because ya’ll are fucking kings.
It’s annoying that society says as a girl I should always look attractive and care about appearances but the minute I have a crush on a pretty girl it’s like, no!!!! you should like that boy over there who thinks shampoo and soap are the same thing!!
bitch, i ain’t spent twenty-five goddamn years learning to wing my eyeliner perfectly and dress to accentuate my body type just to fall for a guy whose biggest fashion staples are fuckin cargo shorts and a ball cap. i want a goddess who can french braid my hair and leave red lipstick stains on my sheets and if y’all don’t realize you created this whole situation by making me vain as fucking hell then we’re at a complete impass.
I don’t want to hear that I’m hot, I’m not a kitchen appliance. Pretty is fine but pretty is for flowers and flowy dresses. I’m a woman. Tell me my soul is beautiful. Whisper that my mind is breathtaking. You don’t need to say I’m perfect, just perfect for you.
go back in time, say,
no, little girl,
don’t touch the stove, it’s
too hot and the next morning will taste
of hospitals and your brother will say,
“i told you so”undo the first moment you were
so sad that the inside of your arms
begged to remember what the sky looked like,
tell your body that blood belongs buried
instead of coursing down your thighs,undo easter sunday
where you finally snapped and said
“you make me want to die”
undo how you made
your little sister crygo back in time say, “you will fall
but he will forget to catch you,”
kiss your forehead, say,
“but it gets better,”go back in time,
show off your healed body where
only kindness grows, a forest where used
to only be wasteland, hold
yourself close and say,
“it’s going to be bad for a long time
but i swear to god
it is so worth staying that even
poets don’t have words”undo the damage boys did, undo
the skipped meals and “accidents,” undo the hours
of staring at a wall waiting to disappear, undo
the words of girls, undo failed tests, undo
never quite getting
enough
restgo back in time, hold yourself
and when you come back from where you were
close your eyes and say goodbyedon’t look back anymore.
only go forwards now, only advance now, see,
in five years some version of you is so proud
of who you grew up
to be.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep…wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you….The one who turns to his friends and says, ‘that’s her.’
When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other’s cast stones, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who will hold your hand when your sick, who thinks your pretty without makeup, the one who turns to his friends and say, ‘that’s her’, the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live, who kisses you when you screw up, watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep…..you marry him all over again.
I’m not the type of girl anybody wants to be with. My body takes up too much space and I laugh too loudly for too long and I shout when other people are quiet and when I’m drunk I type in caps and I always wanted to be mysterious and beautiful and untouchable like other girls but if you ask I will give you everything and I fucking despise that
so i was dancing with a hot guy last night on the dancefloor and then this fucking beautiful goddess of a girl danced between us and the guy was like edging nearer her and then she just grabbed my hand and started dancing with me and we ended up making out and i heard the guy say “for fucks sake” as he walked away and if that’s what 2015 has in store for me then I can’t fucking wait.
boys with nice eyelashes don’t deserve nice eyelasHES THEY DONT EVEN APPRECIATE THEM THEY DONT EVEN NOTICE THEM IM SO MAD
My ex had BEAUTIFUL eyelashes. They were every girl’s dream. They were so nice and so amazing. Ugh.
ANYWAYS. When he was younger he was tired of people telling him how long and pretty they were SO HE CUT THEM OFF.
ungrateful bitch.
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So. Today in class we assigned Macbeth roles to students to read. When I asked the class who wants to be Lady Macbeth, a young man raised his hand. I kind of stared at him like “Lady Macbeth,” and he nodded like “I know what I’m about ma’am.” So then the student who ended up as Macbeth raised his hand and said “HE’S THE ONE, HE’S MY WIFE!” So I said “yeah sure why not,” and the entire class period they were blowing kisses to each other and winking at each other, and every now and then Macbeth would say “I’m the luckiest man on Earth” and Lady Macbeth would put a hand to his chest, and be like “BABE!”.
I just stared at them, knowing that they CLEARLY have never read ‘Macbeth’ before, so… all this lovey dovey… I don’t know if I have the heart to tell them the truth.
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