society- that bitch- ponders and relishes in the beauty standards she sets on the top shelf by the glass doors. She blows the dust from time to time and bathes and rinses off the toxins on the rest of us- the misfits, the outcasts, the pebbles into her shoes, the ugly.

We slap our knees rather loudly though, laughing and holding our goldless wrists. Because when the sun grows tired of witnessing our abuse and the moon takes it shift, reptiles change their color with their shadows and glittery girls don't glow in the dark anymore, jokers choke their tears at the jokes they make, bad boys smoke to fog the mess away.

and us, already been there by default, remain the beautiful types of ugly: 

the young, the humble and the blessed.

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it feels like forever and honestly the love and positivity i've been getting is almost unbelievable. i honestly don't know how to say thank you for your love any other way. i just- u guys are amazing. oh and i know i've been rusty on keeping up with your updates but don't worry- give me time- school has drained me.