tashy-lou

She was conceived on the edge of a mirror, lined with pretty white lace, that burned the inside of her parents' nostrils. She was born with a hole in her heart, that the doctor's never noticed, and no one bothered to fill. She met Death on the playground, when kindergarten was bending her bones. Enticed by the glinting of his scythe, as it preyed on a malformed baby rabbit. She made a pinky promise with him, swearing that she'd never forget his face. He came and went, swayed by corpse breaths and east-coast winds, but always leaving her alone. He showed her how to hurt, in the worst kind of way. And each time, he paid her a visit, he'd ta

Dear Writer, I found your article highly offensive, and highly prejudiced against things as simple and harmless as make-up and hair dye, which have been around as long as the Egyptians. I would ask you to take down this article immediately, but I don't suppose that your hubris would let you. So a few girls enjoy having wild hair. That doesn't mean we're moving towards a hunger games-like world! The very nature of the article speaks of the arrogance of the writer, and I do suppose that your work is 100% the true you, correct? Why do you, in the very same sentence as you tell girls to be happy with their self image, say something as degrading