i liked you because when you spoke you said
things like “blue busses remind me of Easter”
and “God lives inside the walls of art museums”
two days before graduation you picked me up at 4 AM
and we drove down to Michigan, I told you about my
sister and you told me about winters in Connecticut
when i left for college, i wrote you three poems and
handed them to you in white envelopes, you gave me
sea shells you found when you were thirteen and alone
he tastes bitter and i still think about your laughter
i wonder if you look for the moon on broken nights
because my skin burns when strange boys touch me
when i received the invitation to your wedding,
i took a shower and boiled myself into patches
of pain, then i called and said congratulations
she looked beautiful at the wedding and i got
drunk off of red wine and told your mother how
you used to cry when people called you brave
we talked once, you told me you haven’t read
my poems yet and asked if i still had your sea
shells, i told you i was supposed to be in white
i moved to Australia and three years later i
received an apology letter from you which
i burned and then wouldn’t sleep for weeks
i still think about you on nights when my
husband is sleeping and my black lungs
want cigarettes i promised to stop smoking
i saw you in my dreams last night, you
were kissing my neck and stroking my
thighs and i woke up crying in sweat
i went to your funeral last Thursday night,
you were always talking about Autumn so
i didn’t think you should have died in winter
i cut my hair short before visiting your grave
because i didn’t want anyone to recognize me,
i left your sea shells and cried on the way home
my brothers say that if this gets 500,000 notes i get to get out of the cage
goddammit we’re getting you out of hell ourselves
if we get enough notes we need to take a screen shot and tweet it to the writers.
Even if you arent a supernatutal fan, favourite and reblog this for us.
We can get over 8 million on the one of Dean in gym shorts but can’t get 500,000 on this for Adam? Really?!
Finally someone said it. My mom couldn’t afford to go to college and got stuck working at a KFC for the rest of her life, raised me and my sister alone because my dad ditched four years in. She busted her ass at the job working six days a week twelve fucking hours every day just so we could have fucking food on the table and clothes. We lived in a trailer because we couldn’t afford an actual house. MAYBE JUST MAYBE IF SHE HAD MADE A DECENT WAGE I WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO COMFORT HER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN SHE CRIED HER EYES OUT ABOUT HOW SHE COULDN’T PAY OUR BILLS AND HOW THEY WERE GOING TO START SHUTTING EVERYTHING OFF OR HOW SHE COULDN’T AFFORD TO GIVE US A CHRISTMAS WHEN I WAS FOUR YEARS OLD! I FELT LIKE A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT UP UNTIL I TURNED FIFTEEN BECAUSE I COULDN’T HELP HER!!
Vegan Pizza Night
somebody cook this for meee
Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
"As annoying and painful as they are, I hope at least when you’re going through your time of the month this time, you can take a deep breath, try remember this list and rename this period ‘march’s monthly menstruation pulp babe treasure’ as you swear loudly at your p.e teacher, tell your lover to piss off, get under the covers, watch wes anderson films a million times and daydream about concurring the earth’s sexism with the wonderful period art you can be making right now. Your body is not always against you, even when it feels like it."
First article for Pulp Zine!! <3_<3
I’m in love with G 💖
Leave your apartment looking terrible. Walk to the deli and see your usual deli guy’s eyes start to widen at your disheveled appearance. This would’ve horrified you yesterday but today it makes you smile. You’ve decided that everything that made you worry will now make you smile.
Walk with better posture. Order two helpings of dessert. Ask someone to take you to a doctor’s appointment and refuse to feel guilty about it. You would do the same for them so why should you feel like you’re putting anyone out? Stand by your opinion that The Shins are a good band even when you’re friends give you hell over it. This is thrilling. Openly loving The Shins has never felt so liberating.
Tell your father he’s a jerk because he is. Tell your mother that you love her because you do. Don’t tell anyone that you love them if it’s not true, if they don’t deserve it. It’s a privilege to be loved by you. Your emotional slutty days are effectively over.
Stereotypes, Tropes, and Archetypes
What are the differences between stereotypes, tropes, and archetypes? What are they? How do writers use them? Let’s take a look at some vocabulary and how we define these terms to make sense of them for ourselves.Stereotype (n): A widely held but fixed and…