The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.
'Handsome' means many things to many people. If people consider me handsome, I feel flattered - and have my parents to thank for it. Realistically, it doesn't hurt to be good-looking, especially in this business.
I watched the leaves change colors, and I thought, “People do that too. Their hair changes color as they age.” I remember that as my grandpa got older, his hair went from green to yellow to red, like a traffic light, only with slightly less honking.
you are stupid!! if you think its easy trusting you when each of my friends have all this kinds of stories about you yet i choose to take your side then you show me how egocentric you can get you are stupid!! and you lost the only friend i later found out i was!! DEATH TO YOU NI**R
Sometimes in the shower I look down at my hands and tell myself I’m going to be an entirely different person that day, as if it was as simple as washing yourself down the drain. Sometimes I look up at the shower head and remember a time when my mother coaxed me into getting showers by telling me water came out of the spigot because there was an elephant spraying water from its trunk on the other side of the wall. I don’t remember time passing but all of the sudden my hands got so big. The days all seem to run together like the adjoining tracks of a train, and it’s only when I stop to notice the distance from point A to point B that I realize how much space has elapsed, how I’ll never again be quite small enough to hide behind a laundry basket and I’ll never be big enough to occupy the space in someone’s heart. The water rolls awkwardly along my knuckles, the right one is scabbed because I get angry and a lot of the time words just won’t do. It’s just that sometimes skin and bones feel more like a prison than a home and to try to convey that to someone who doesn’t know how it feels to house an entire hurricane in their body is impossibly frustrating. It’s like trying to accurately describe a dream as it slips further and further away, only to be later recalled in bursts. It is a fear of mine, a time when people will remember me in bursts. But I am most frightened of a time when I will only be able to recollect my life in bursts.
Once upon a time I was struck by lightning, all of my veins were pulled one by one through my skin and out of my body through the base of my skull. They were used for jump ropes to occupy those who could not stand to watch the human body be dismantled without the proper occasional distraction. My teeth formed an orchestra, chattering in beat to some minor chord. My hands became fish and swam soundlessly off of my wrists. Not to be outdone, my feet ran away from my body, chasing after my fish hands. They raced off into another dimension. It was impossible to see who won, just then my eyes rolled down the silhouette of my body like a gumball in one of those machines where they spiral for a few moments before reaching the bottom. I went to scream but my lips were on fire and my tongue thrashed helplessly about trying to put out the flames. And that’s when I began to fall apart. Every single part of my body abandoned me. My brain fashioned a shank out of my skull and cut itself to freedom. My temporal lobe stuck its tongue out as they abandoned ship. Only my heart stuck around, beating louder and louder to remind me it’s the only thing to ever have complete faith in. —Lucy Quin
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