Blow A Kiss At The
Methane Skies
"What are those scars from?" she asked
"They're battle wounds." I replied.
Then she looked at me for a long time.
"Who were you battling?"
"Myself."
It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear.You almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important - that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you. And when it's over, and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back - so that you could have the good.
"She's
Ugly."
No, She Isn't Ugly, She Is Beautiful. Just Because You
Choose
Not To See The Beauty In Someone, It Doesn't Make Them
Ugly. You Have No Right To Call A Girl Ugly. You Don't
Know
How Much That Can Scar Her Self Esteem. She Has Just
As Many Feelings As You Do. Just Because Someone Can
Call You Ugly And You Take It As A Joke Doesn't Mean
She
Can. She Is Beautiful In Every Way. If You Believe That You
Have The Right To Call A Girl Ugly, I'm Sorry.
~ Tumblr