Tobi77177

This girl in my creative writing class tries to pretend she’s some great movie and book critic, but she was supposed to write a dramatic monologue and instead brought in what was little more than a piece of shitty fanfiction. “My expertise isn’t in writing monologues or poetry, it’s more in fiction.” Uh huh. Sure. Here’s a fucking tip, free of charge. Don’t act like you’re the world’s best writer. You’re fucking not. No one is. Take a step down off your high horse and admit that your writing is flawed. Once you do that, you can actually improve. I used to think I could do no wrong wi

It could have been you, when you were six years old. You were so full of life back then, do you remember? You had so many years ahead of you. It could have been forever, for all you knew. Time was timeless. You were waiting for that magical time of adulthood, when you could drive and do important adult things. You would have a job and kids and a husband or wife who loved you, but you wouldn't kiss because that was icky. It could have been you, when you were "just a kid". When you look at pictures of yourself, you see open innocent eyes, a cheesy smile, the clothes your mommy picked out for you. You were so naive, so young. Your biggest trage

I hate today's standards of women. So I'm not beautiful because I don't wear makeup or fix or bleach, burn, and dye my hair? Oh, and all of those popstars and famous women that say "You're beautiful just the way you are" and then they turn around to cake synthetic products on their faces and murder their hair and wear next to nothing? So I have to have double D's to be considered pretty? Thanks, but I'm fine with my unruly but /natural/ hair, my makeup-free face, my A's, my modest clothes, and my serious expression. Maybe to society I'm not beautiful, but unlike those that starve themselves and mutilate their bodies all in the name of the p