making fun of body hair is mean and rude and cruel and you shouldn’t do it. people don’t voluntarily choose to have body hair, and if they choose to keep it its their fucking decision and it shouldn’t be ridiculed just because this culture’s weirdly obsessed with hairlessness there’s nothing wrong with hair it’s just hair stop making people feel bad for having it that’s awful
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having body hair annoys me but removing body hair also annoys me and also life, life annoys me
Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live
We fit together, we just worked
Everything from your favorite songs
To the smell of your hair
Even how we can be polar opposites
The way you grabbed my neck
The flow when we kissed
Our humor
Our opinions
Who we are
It just worked.
I wish you could see that
Well, I wish it mattered
The timings off but
I would wait for you
Because I know when it’s good.
I know when something is worth the wait
It clicks. And I really do think you are the one. Still. No matter what you go through. No matter where you are. No matter what happens
We’re good together.
If we were in person, nothing would change
Your freckles are tiny constellations, your stretchmarks small galaxies. Tell me, how did you manage to fit the cosmos on your body?
i am godless, a creature of too many whiskey-filled nights but i would pray for you. i would get on my knees and scream your name until my throat bled. i would cry for you. i would break open my lungs and take every ounce of stardust i’d ever inhaled and i’d fit it back into your body.
everyone in your home is fighting again so we hit the road until we outrun their screams and at a gas station in the middle of nowhere we stand by the side of my father’s car and you lean back and look up and say that you’re not even sure what love means means but all i know is that
family don’t end with blood and i want to take you into my arms and i want my hands to be in your hair i want to fold myself until i can fit against your body i want you to have my last name i want us to be together even if i can’t give you much i want to protect you even if it burns me up
but you are an angel and i am never enough.
i may not have the hottest body or the clearest skin or the softest hair or the prettiest eyes or the cutest laugh or the perfect smile or the best morals or the biggest goals or the highest grades or the most friends or the largest amount of control or the nicest attitude
But?
no thats all
if you want a nice body, go get it. if you want to become a lawyer, study your ass off. if you want nice hair, pick a style and get it done. stop being afraid and motivate yourself. find yourself. find your happiness, because it’s out there waiting for you.
if you want a nice body, go get it. if you want to become a lawyer, study your ass off. if you want nice hair, pick a style and get it done. stop being afraid and motivate yourself. find yourself. find your happiness, because it’s out there waiting for you.
