Then Perish

then perish

Do you know what 's the best about being asexual?

You get to appreciate the beauty of other people. Like, REALLY appreciate.

Devilishly handsome guy comes your way? 'Wow, those are the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. You go, dude, gET 'EM WITH A WINK'

Beautiful girl crossin' your path? 'Damn, girl, hot calves! Kick anyone rude in the jewels, honey!'

You Survived Yourself

I read a quote somewhere that said,

“I don’t know how many times I have survived myself, without telling anyone else.”

And I felt those words shoot through every nerve in my body. I felt them so deeply.

And I wonder how many of us feel the same way.

How many nights we fought off the suicidal thoughts, the urge to cut, the urge to purge, the urge to run or to hide out, alone, too afraid to worry or bother our friends and family.

How many days and nights have we all suffered in our own darkness alone?

People like us fight a battle no one can ever fathom because it’s a battle no one can see. And we don’t let them.

I’ve fought myself and survived myself alone so many nights.

There were nights I use to lose my own battle. But some how still came out alive.

I guess that’s how we keep going. Because every time we give up we come out stronger.

You fight yourself and beat yourself up for so long that eventually you become a master of surviving a war.

We’re warriors.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve survived myself, without telling anyone else.”

Tonight, I’m telling all of you.

I survived myself.

And if you’re still here and you’re reading this, you survived yourself too.

It’s not easy but you did it.

And I’m so proud of you all.

-c.m.

(First quote of the poem is not by me, but by the talented @deadwatered)

A'ight, here's the fucking thing

I have survived anorexia. On my own.

I have dealt with some shit. And in my experience? We are all beautiful.

And I don't mean it the hippy, go-lucky, 'everything's-awesome' way, because it's never that simple. I mean it like this:

You are who you are. There is more to life than just a number on the scales or a beautiful face that is just a bit more round than you want it to be.

Form a plan. Dream a dream, sweetheart.

As for me, I plan on graduating in Criminology and moving to New Zealand, on the long run.

Set a plan.

Look in the mirror and start to appreciate yourself! Look forwards!

Ahead of those numbers.

Well then