aries: cigarettes, electricity, bruised knuckles, graffiti, bonfires, thunderstorms, leather jackets, red neon signs, hurricanes, ripped jeans, fingerless gloves, pop punk, street lamps
taurus: dark chocolate, green hair, chokers, thick thighs, sarcasm, smell of money, burlesque, dream catchers, greek sculptures, pitbulls with flowers, shopping carts, doge, grey hoodies, netflix and chill, coca cola, skype calls
self care is also being honest with yourself about your negative habits and mistakes. it’s also taking ownership of your faults and growing from them. self care is diverting from a negative space to a positive one. creating light and balance. blooming. watering your own flowers. being gentle but honest with yourself.
so take care.
Wait! Does this mean the next movie is going to have Teenage Groot? As in, angsty, over emotional, no-one-understands-me Groot? Is he going to dress inappropriately? Rebel? Is he going to go through an emo phase? Is Volume 3’s soundtrack just going to be all the emo classics? I NEED TO KNOW!
I’m standing in a dressing room
Wearing a golden dress of rosy lace
Twirling with grace
Carving a wooden smile on my face
“You look beautiful”
Their eyes trace
My frame
“How can she not with a body like that?”
A slap in the face
A body like that?
Meaning what, exactly?
Meaning
I’m not fat?
That if I sat
Down on a chair nothing would roll over
Because my stomach is flat?
Does that really translate to beauty?
Yet still
They wonder why so many people can’t keep their food down
Why they are consumed with wearing the crown
Of achieving “that body”
They would die
They would drown
To have “that body”
I’m standing in a dressing room
Holding back an ocean of tears
I’ve wept so much throughout the years
Hiding under a veneer
Of happiness and cheer
But my thoughts are so unclear
Because what they revere
As a beautiful girl
To me is a disaster
infested with blemishes and flaws
Tight fists and a clenched jaw
When I look in the mirror I don’t see beauty I don’t see “that body”
I see anything but
So who’s lying to me?
Because what I see
To a great degree
Is clearly different than their view
All I want is to know what’s true
Wouldn’t you?
I decided not to buy the dress
I couldn’t handle the stress
Of their echoing voices
“How can she not look beautiful with a body like that?”
Each time I would slip it over my head
Never forgetting what they said
Sleep robbed from my bed
I feel dead
Because for as long as I can remember
My appetite for food has been replaced with a desire for allure
My hunger is gone and
All I ever crave is
“That body”
