Rudy Francisco “scars/To the new boyfriend”
One, if I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars
I would sacrifice this body to the sky, hoping to resurrect someone that’s spiteful enough to not care about you anymore.
Two, staple me to a cross.
Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.
Three, loving you was the last thing that I was really good at.
Four, you wanna know how I got these scars.
see, I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.
Five, I whispered you stardust.
Six, I spoke you into sunflowers.
Seven, I dipped my hands in forever,
I touched you infinity,
treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber; I was good to you.
Eight. You wanna know how I got these scars?
Well, I swallowed my pride and then it clawed it’s way out of my mouth
Nine, I realized that I was never really your boyfriend,
I was just your fucking hype man.
Ten, I hope your next boyfriend gets small pox.
Ten Yes I said small pox.
Ten, I hate you.
ten, But i stillI miss you.
ten, and a part of me loves you.
ten, it’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.
Ten I heard that over 90%, 90% of human interaction is not verbal..so..
Ten, if I could, I would tie your arms to a day dream and then auction you off to my fondest memories.To the new boyfriend
To the random dude who started dating my ex girlfriend two days after we broke up (yes, I read that on facebook).
When I saw that you were in a relationship
with the girl that I thought I would someday spend the rest of my life with, I walked outside.
I said to myself, “There’s no way Ashton Kutcher is gonna catch me off guard.”
I waited 45 minutes
and then I realized, there hasn’t been a new episode of “punked” in almost three years,
so I guess I’m the only practical joke in this entire situation.
One: The first time I saw you and her in a picture,
I wanted to take my entire arm,
shove it inside of the computer and snatch the happiness right off of your face.
Two, if I ever see you in the street,
I’m probably going to punch you in the throat.
three: I apologize in advance.
. And I know that it makes no sense
to have this much anger toward a man that I have never met face to face,
but my definition of love is being robbed in an alley 8 times in a row
and hoping there’s something about today that makes all of this different.
There is nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself
then putting them inside hands that shake,
that crack like a Haitian sidewalk.
Four, there is nothing rational about love.
Love stutters when it gets nervous,
love trips over its own shoelaces.
Love is clumsy, and my heart refuses to wear a helmet.
Five, cupid is fucking irresponsible,
and I’m tired of him using me for target practice.
Six, I was told that time would heal all wounds.
But what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?
Seven , she always wore her heart on her sleeve.
So tell me, why the hell do you look so familiar?
Eight, I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile.
Like I’ve heard your voice somewhere in her laughter.
Like I’ve smelled your cologne on her thighs
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we would only find yours.
Nine, you see I have this envelope,
It’s full of all the butterflies I felt the first time she relaxed the velcro on her lips and smiled in my direction.
I think Most of them are still alive. .
I guess these belong to you, too.”
Since dedicating myself to getting into “superhero shape,” several articles regarding my weight have been brought to my attention. Claims have been made that I’ve been on a strict workout routine regulated by co-stars, whipped into shape by trainers I’ve never met, eating sprouted grains I can’t pronounce and ultimately losing 14 pounds off my 5’3” frame. Losing 14 pounds out of necessity in order to live a healthier life is a huge victory. I’m a petite person to begin with, so the idea of my losing this amount of weight is utter lunacy. If I were to lose 14 pounds, I’d have to part with both arms. And a foot. I’m frustrated with the irresponsibility of tabloid media who sell the public ideas about what we should look like and how we should get there.
Scarlett Johansson for the Huffington Post [x]
More of her brilliant articles can be found here.
i hate the word fandom so much shut the fuck stop turning things into fandom. i saw a post today about “the bedroom fandom” no it’s fucking interior design. sometimes people are interested in interior design. it is not a fandom. shut the fuck up i hate this website.
Things are heating up in the anti-fandom fandom
my life got about a thousand times better once i stopped censoring myself
and by censoring i don’t mean i suddenly embraced indiscriminate swearing; i mean i stopped trying to sugarcoat my past or my feelings; i stopped lying by omission; i stopped having guilty pleasures; i began unabashedly enjoying whatever i liked; i became very honest; i cut out of my life poisonous people and negative ideals, and i am so, so much happier for it