You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
I am thirteen years old.
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.
I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.
My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.
My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.
Anatomy Lessons: How to improve faster in 6 steps! by WendiBones, journal
Anatomy Lessons: How to improve faster in 6 steps!
'Life Drawing 5' by algaegoblin (https://www.deviantart.com/algaegoblin)
Do you know how to sketch human figures but do you want to refine your anatomy skills? Or do you not know anatomy at all and you are tired to trust your imagination? Did you notice you create disproportions in your drawings?
If you are aspiring artists and you already have your own style, you might as well believe you have no need of a guide, but you are wrong. Before exaggerating human proportions and begin to have your own style, you first have to know the basics.
This little guide is the result of an accurate research and 5 years of high school of art, and it's created for all those who want to learn s
boys who love their grandmothers by learningtobefree, literature
Literature
boys who love their grandmothers
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forg
I am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
No.
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
Brought down, torn apart,
From the inside out,
All who watched let it happen,
All who could prevent it,
Were too far away,
A line has been crossed so long ago,
To take it, means peace,
Yet guilt to leave others behind stays,
The attention is never kind,
For all around don’t care,
They see the false never facing the truth,
As this blood hits the floor,
A silent cry weaver,
Wanting to let go,
Wanting to be free
A puzzle with a puzzle,
Remains uncovered,
For the covered stays inside,
With all the left out emotions,
We seek to forget,
Only for it to get stronger,
With each passing limit
You walk, we run,
From these truths you hide,
From everything you despise,
From the clouds to the rain,
It pours inside,
Uncertain vows linger in spit,
You say promises you can never keep,
You run this kingdom,
As if it’s you hatred,
That buries deep,
What truths are real,
What lies are true,
You’re the master that answers the call,
Can you handle what’s already begun
Seven went in,
Only one got out,
What happened remains a mystery,
For no one actually notice the one,
Everyone thought all were dead,
Yet the one lived became unnoticed,
Invisible to the others searching,
For what happened,
But none could think about how brutal,
The attack against the seven was,
For all their secrets remain inside,
Since the one had left,
Never to return
What do you see in these eyes,
That is haunted by the past,
Unsure what to make of ourselves,
Do you see the hollow self,
Causing misfit upon the soul,
The closed mind,
That hardens its guard each time,
They let someone in,
The selfish thoughts,
That carries, but never to be let out,
Or the emotions,
Only some can see,
While the rest hides from others,
Do you really see what this person is,
Or do you just look and nod,
Knowing the false mask that remains there,
Is their tool to not let anyone in,
Unsure what to make of them