Yo, okay, so today it was my turn to have my poem workshopped, and we’re not allowed to talk while it’s being done so that we can just take in the criticism. And fucking Randy, my prof, was like, “I just wish you would’ve put the word blue into the poem.”
AND I WAS SO FRUSTRATED BECAUSE I COULDN’T SAY ANYTHING
Until this dude in my class was like, “I think the point of the poem was to describe the colour blue without using the name.”
And all I could do was shake my had like YES YES YES THANK YOU SOMEONE GETS IT THANK YOU.
and they said it felt like something was missing
and there totally was.
Because there was an entire little section that explains why the character passes out in the snow, but I took it out because it still kind of worked with out, and I would’ve went over the line limit had I kept in that stanza… but fuck me…
Benefits of big hips:
Laundry basket rest
Tiny human rest
Full size human rest
Hip checking those who challenge you
Ability to swing them wider than a cadillac
Model walk is 10x more dramatic
Taking up more space
Looking like a fertility goddess
God put blessings of abundance into women with big hips.
Did you know that the words "I’m going to go to bed fairly early and get some sleep because I have a busy day ahead of me" actually has the EXACT same meaning as “I’m going to stay up late and fuck around on the internet for a few hours”? English is such a weird language.
my universe has reoriented itself around this pic of niall holding a stack of money
I hate stories
where the main character
needs to be fixed.
As if they’re broken.
They’re not broken,
they’re not bruised,
they do not need to be fixed by you.