I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -inte
curiouser and curiouser by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
curiouser and curiouser
seventeen years &
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
yesterday.
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder by beingabletobreathe, literature
Literature
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
When I was little, it use to amaze me how colors were made. In art class I would sit and mix paint because blue and red didn't stay the same when they fell in love. Every single color found its match and danced beautifully as I swirled them together. Black and white were my favorites. I'd pour the creamy paint into a bowl and watch as black and white swirls, turned into grey swirls and owned the container holding it captive. Grey was amazing to me. Because black and white are nothing alike, and grey is in the middle. Black is dark and scary and demanding. And white is graceful, and trusting, and clean. Grey is nothing. Grey is bland. And safe
The heaviness settled in like an anvil being dropped on me. I couldn't take the fog inside my head and the lead inside my heart anymore, so I sat in the sun to melt it away. I wanted to sear every surface until I couldn't feel anymore. What kind of life is that, though, to never feel anything? To never feel the joy of love; the way it wraps its arms around your heart and traces its fingertips along your veins? Even the pain of looking back at love's scattered memories is necessary to understand how beautiful the feeling once was; how lucky you were to have ever felt its lips press to your cheek, its breath collect in the hollow of your neck.
This is for the Underdog by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
This is for the Underdog
You know what it's like,
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you th
Shall I Bring You Despair? by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Shall I Bring You Despair?
And so it has come to this.
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
And then?
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A
Sit down, I want to tell you something! by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Sit down, I want to tell you something!
Sit down for a second,
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Thank you.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting
We Need Villains NOT Heroes by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
We Need Villains NOT Heroes
For the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life,