I’ve cheated death, death of my own creation,
I’ve counted, all the markings in my sleep.
Sometimes I’m ashamed, when my life’s a second guess
I wish I were scarless, scarless
But I survived, I surpassed,
The shooting of the guns
The beating of the drums
I’ve withstood against
Sometimes I wear them proudly
They make me even beautiful
Though the days I’m shocked and feared
By the signature I was here
Never seem so far apart
For every mark on my stillborn heart
Revelations come from the rubble
Filthy with my blood
They make me wish I were scarless, scarless.
This is the attitude that every creative artist needs to take.
When you’re wondering if you have the guts to post that new fanfic or to send your manuscript to a publisher, remember this.
Be that bitch
The one who stung em up like trysts
Little popcorn kernels in her gums
Be that bitch
Who picked them as weeds
And kept the thorns in a back pocket
Be that bitch
Who kissed them away as lipstick stains
On a broken mirror packed tightly away
Be that bitch
Coddling a text message
As if it were a runaway child
Be that bitch
On that summer’s eve
With miles of distance in one hand
Be that bitch
Who broke her own damn heart
But just be bitch enough
To grasp and take care of it again.
something that is still a culture shock for me is eagerness of Americans to wear pajamas in public
Is it socially acceptable to wear PJâs in public?
(American) Yes!
(American) Generally frowned upon, but not a prblem
(American) No!
(Not American) Yea
(Not American) No!
(Not American) See the notes for the nuanced answer from where I live

I love that every once in a while brushbug gets a sudden burst of notes again. We all love brushbug.
forgive me father for i have opened a notification and read the message within to make the red dot go away and then forgot to reply for a month . it will happen again


