Em had seen hair chalk at Walmart and, of course, had to buy it. He said that his dark hair would never work- but mine? Perfect (well, according to him).
I walk out of the bathroom with green streaks in my – now straight – hair. Em grins and shoots me a thumbs up.
“I like your minty-fresh hair.”
To be honest, I don’t know if I should sigh or laugh. So I do both.
I’m alive! Sorry about that unplanned 2-week hiatus, I’ve honestly been crazy busy with little to no free time. However, I’m attempting to get back on track. Just please don’t expect daily updates for a bit, okay? ^^ Love y’all, thanks so much for reading~
via Daily Prompt: Passenger
If I’m honest, I’m scared
Scared to be the passenger in your car
Because you never drive safe
And I don’t yet know if you love me enough to try
via Daily Prompt: Snack
Food is fuel for the body
But it feels like so much more than that
Food is comfort
A snack is so much more
With all that running through their heads,
How could a snack ever be
via Daily Prompt: Magnet
I am black metal
Gray lines separating good and evil
Right and wrong
(I am made of in-betweens)
I am magnetite
Crafted of iron and strength
Dark hues that try to hide glittering eyes
I act worse than I am
I am raw hematite
Some days, I’m more talc than iron
Some days, I’m all talk
Who I want to be and who I am
Are two opposite poles
There is no way to meet in the middle
via Daily Prompt: Sunny
I jump out of the car, stretching my arms as high as I can. Turning to Winter, who’s lazily climbing out of the passenger side, I grin.
“It’s so sunny! I love summer!” He shakes his head.
“Ugh, it’s so hot… how can you like this?”
“Are you kidding me? The sun always puts me in a good mood! I get depressed when it’s cloudy…”
“Let’s just go inside, I’m sweating.” I sigh and agree to follow him.
A week go, I booked a room in the small hotel for a pretty cheap price. We’re now waiting in line to check in. It’s strangely crowded, and there must be some sort of marathon judging by the number of people dressed in Adidas and Nike. It’s then, crammed next to a bunch of runners in the midst of summer, that I hear punk rock music. Winter instantly grabs his phone from his pocket and hits “decline call”. I narrow my eyes at him, stepping closer as not to be heard by strangers.
“Winter,” I mutter. He stares at me, probably shocked that I’m starting this conversation now. “When are you gonna answer?”
“I thought you agreed to leave it.”
“I thought you agreed to fucking try.”
He glares at me. I just keep staring.
“It’s not your problem, so fuck off.” We’re not whispering.
“It became my problem when I adopted your sorry ass.”
He slaps me.
And I swear that rain starts falling.
Ze grabs your hand, grins. Eyeliner eyes disappear under the weight of zir happiness.
Ze plays hopscotch with zir little sister, motioning for you to come over when you walk by their driveway.
Ze dashes into record stores to window shop and point out all your favorite albums.
Ze tags along when you go to the bookstore, childishly complaining, but laughing when you dash to the newest series.
Ze waits by your door as you throw on a pair of shoes, yelling to your roommate that you’re leaving. When they say, “I ship it.” You roll your eyes. But smile.
Ze slouches and you constantly nag zir about it, but it’s not like you’re much better.
Ze hates sandwiches, which you only found out after taking zir to Subway once work ended.
One day, you’ll find zir on the couch – staring at the TV with wide, eyeliner-less eyes. This time, you’ll grab zir hand, and you won’t know what to say. But you’ll try.
Ze will pass the record store and look at you with a question in zir eyes. This time, you’ll drag zir inside.
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via Daily Prompt: Wheel
The first time she wore a leather jacket, her mother just sighed. She traded silk for spikes, tamed her wild curls for hours every morning. In class, stuck in the middle of the room, the phone rang.
Cars on the Thruway zoomed by, ignored her – pulled over on the side of the road. Bright silver glittered in the sunlight. Hands curled around the steering wheel, she absently wondered if this was the road her mother crashed on. No one saw her fix her eyeliner once again before the funeral. She wore leather.
The cobwebs in her bedroom window flutter, lonely. She wears black stilettos sharper than her tongue. Dark clouds may pass away, but she won’t.
via Daily Prompt: Local
I am a hotel built for emotions
A resting place whilst they transfer from person
I wonder what it’d be like to have my own
A crowd of locals abiding in the crevices of my brain
Could they ever reach my heart?
The closest I can get is a fleeting taste as they pass through
Onto the next soul
I’ve tasted anger
It reminds me of burnt cinnamon
It scalds your tongue
so that it hurts to speak
It’s an open wound next to a bottle of salt
People pour the salt
So that all you taste are tears
Happiness is the most fleeting
It tastes of citrus
I wish I felt it more
I am a hotel
And emotions can overstay their welcome
Loneliness lasts the longest
As if it’s clinging onto my company
I would be lying if I said
I don’t cling as well
Because at least it’s something
I crave citrus and warmth
But if that’s so impossible,
Then salt can stay for a little while longer
I am on the edge of the box called “normal”. One step and I’d fall into Wonderland, Neverland, fantasy worlds that are strange but loved. Would I be loved, if I fell? Is it bad to want the things I do, or to have no interest in what everyone else does? I am not normal, this is certain if black eyes and torn clothing have any say in it. I don’t want to be normal, but some days I wish I did. If I cared enough about their opinions to fit their standards, would it be easier for me? I wish there was a Wonderland I could stay in. A place extraordinary, where I could be nothing – blank as white snow.
I am honestly nothing special. I mean, none of my talents are anything special or unheard of. Tons of people share my race, sexuality, interests, tastes. It’s unlikely I’ll be able to contribute much to anything. Yes, I’m normal, nothing extraordinary. I don’t need a Wonderland in order to blend in. I don’t want a Neverland in order to stay young. I’m normal, I’ve come to terms with it, but sometimes I wish I hadn’t. I wish I didn’t accept myself so easily. I wish that I could ignore the pain long enough to push a little harder. I wish that I had tried to be something – to create myself. I am still blank.
via Daily Prompt: Cringe
“Ew.” I’m sitting in the car, passenger side, scrunching my nose up at my phone screen.
“What is it?” Em keeps his eyes on the road, probably just asking to be polite.
“This comment section… god, I want death.”
“Dude, then don’t read it.”
“The hell kinda person doesn’t read comments?”
“The kind who’d like to keep their faith in the human race.”
“Then you’re just lying to yourself. People are cringy as fuck.”
“Yeah, maybe… Did the song end?”
“Huh? Oh yeah. Pick a new one then.”
“You choose, I’m driving.” I sighed.
“Fine, but you’re gonna have to sit through a whole lotta indecisiveness.”
“I’m used to that.”
“Fuckin’ fight me.”