You're Not a Boy"I thought it would make the pain go away," He whispers, looking at himself in the mirror. He traces one of the red puffy scars under his chest where B-cups used to be. The skin is still so puffy and sore, but he trails it with feather-like touches. "You know, make me feel more like . me. A boy. But, now I just have these ugly, stupid scars. They remind me that, no matter how hard I try, I'm still not a boy."You're Not a Boy by TheEndOfJuice
Brooklyn, standing behind him, places her chin on his shoulder and wraps her arms around his waist. Her fingertips slip under the waistband of his jeans and of his boxers.
"You're scars," she says, kissing his neck. "Are anything but ugly and stupid." Brooklyn says strongly, her voice not more than a breathless whisper ghosting over heated skin. "They show me that my boyfriend is brave, and strong, and absolutely brilliant. That you're a fighter and you've persevered and overcome more than others our age will ever even begin to comprehend.
"You're right, though," Brooklyn say
"Badass" ~but only on every other Tuesday and leap years|
"friends are like pie, you just can't get enough and when its gone you mourn its loss"
'how does one cope with life?
one can take there aggression out on others,
one can take it out on the world,
one can take it out on them selves.
how do i cope?
i choose to be creative,
i drink beer,
and most importantly i love life for the fact its there, not becuase it decided to shit on me!'
my little sister is
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