“You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we’re doing it.”—Neil Gaiman (via thechocolatebrigade)
Oh these thighs of mine they thunder when I walk, Oh these hips of mine, So round and full, how they take up so much space, Oh this body of mine, I used to abuse and starve, so open to the opinions and disapproval of others, never good enough, never pretty enough, always underestimated always pushed into the back, my nose so big, my hair is all wrong all these laments and yet, I am still strong. So to evey single one of you who push me down and wish to see me fail, fuck you, fuck you and a huge FUCK YOU. Because guess what, your cruelty, your inane remarks to one single girl willnever push her down, she may falter, she may cry but she will sure as HELL pick herselfup and keep on going while you stay in your corner and try and destroy all that is unlucky enough to be around you bubble of hatred.