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I am so used to this body that I no longer appreciate its contours. I’d rather be flatter there, bigger here, and have a few more inches separating me from the ground I walk on. But like a rainbow after the storm passes or the stomach-ache 10 Hershey bars in you fight your way through. And somehow with your arms wrapped around this perfectly flawed body I know I’m beautiful. (though I’ll still go to the gym tomorrow) Just gotta hear it whispered every once in a while. Cause the only place I believe in love is the paper I write our story on. |
It's a nice little note of the hypocrisy we walk through daily. Like, taking your body for granted - but going to the gym. Like, wanting to be told you're beautiful - but only believing love, really, when it's written down. This comment is mostly worthless but know that I read it and enjoyed it, for whatever that's worth to you. So I guess my unbiased review is that I liked it. | Posted on 2009-02-10 00:00:00 | by Fizzlethorpe | [ Reply to This ] | |