Writings of a Misfit
It's all in the title. This is a myriad, a collage of differing thoughts and emotions by one Misfit.
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perception
I love myself, underneath the dark tendrils of night and soft encouragements of rain, whispering against my windowpane.
When the world isn’t looking, I love myself.
I love my skin, my hair, my stomach and thighs, I love my arms, my smile, my laugh. I love my personality, my curiosity, my trust. I love me.
But only when the world isn’t looking.
For when the world sleeps, I can behold beauty alone, and beauty sees its mirror within me.
When the world has her eyes wide and judging, I am forced to hate myself, and agree with all the jeers and comments on how my body is marred, ill-conditioned, imperfect. I am forced to agree with society’s anger of my body, as if I am wrong for being who I am.
Maybe if society accepted me, I’d be more willing to change me.
But society’s hate of me makes me love myself even harder.
For if I don’t love, who will?
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symbol
And you’re the light to my darkness
I the reality to your dreams
Capture me in your sleep
So I can bring you down to me
Let me bathe in your light
So you can taste the darkness
I don’t wish to destroy you
I need you to struggle with me
Balance me,
Complete me,
Love me.
As I give you take,
As you breathe I exhale,
Symbiotic we are,
And I would have it no different.
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this thing
We see the things we do to hurt one another, we maim and destroy other’s bodies and souls. We cripple people in such a short time and in that instant, we’ve promised them years of even more hardship and painful recovery.
True love is when we can cry for the ones who maim our spirits, who kill our souls. When our pain has opened us to realize someone else’s, we can love them unconditionally, and we not only heal ourselves but help heal someone else.
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What doesn’t Tropicana Twister Cherry Berry Blast NOT have in it???
Did you guess Cherries? Or Berries? Ding, ding, ding! You’re right!
What doesn’t Betty Crocker Carrot Cake Mix have in it? Hmmm, carrots? Correct again!
Why do companies get away with deceiving consumers like this? It is so frustrating! If you agree, read on:
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flake
It won’t be a white Christmas this year. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’m used to waking up to the magic of my world being covered in love, of pure chilling fluffy white flakes surrounding everything in my sight, knowing that there’s such thing as goodness in the world, where everyone can just stop being greedy and angry for one moment and love.
Speaking of love, I blew 250 dollars on sixteen other people this Christmas, and if my mother and grandmother ever found this out they’d be very pissed off about it.
But I mean, I don’t see the harm of it. I love making others happy, I love laughter and smiles and seeing others happy and smiling, knowing in some small way I was the cause for that happiness. In some small way I made a difference and that’s all that matters, on Christmas.
I’ll miss the reassuring white snowflakes that always let me know that everything’s just right, that give me comfort and smiles, but the best I can do is hope for that same love on my birthday, so at least I can get a white Winter.
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X-Men Alternative Ending
If you need a few laughs, go for it.
