The girl in the corner
laughs and smiles with the rest of them
and maybe even laughs a little harder
She listens to everything that everybody says;
tries to appreciate everyone and every little thing
tries to love everyone
But sometimes her eyes go dead
because she remembers
that she doesn't believe in love
No matter how hard she tries
she can't summon up any faith
she would rather believe in unicorns
At least they never let her down
you, you, you
like all the right statuses.
that's why you're
my facebook love.
you, you, you
post the funniest photos.
you make me smile,
my facebook love.
you, you, you,
write the best comments ever
let's run away,
my facebook love
we can go to myspace
we can go to twitter
we can go to my place
word that rhymes with twitter
but no one uses myspace
and I don't like twitter
so let's just stay on facebook
glitter? fitter? bitter?
don't, don't, don't judge me
I don't know what I'm doing.
please don't unfriend me
just because I have a
facebook love
and I wanna show it off
facebook love
and he makes me, makes me, makes m
Confessions of a Tsundere by shortnvague, literature
Literature
Confessions of a Tsundere
I'm sorry
for insulting you like that.
I didn't think that one through:
and I didn't mean it,
it just seemed
like the thing to say
at the time.
I'm sorry
if I look at you
for a moment too long
sometimes
instead of actually
talking to you
like a normal girl would.
I'm sorry
if I'm apologizing
for things you hadn't noticed,
and I'm sorry
if I'm apologizing
too much.
. . . .
Wait a minute.
I don't even like you.
What am I sorry for?
You should be the one apologizing
for being cute
when nobody asked you to.
So go ahead
and say what you like about me.
It's none of your business
what I think of you,
sweetheart.
I'm making you a mixtape
and I think it's gonna fix me
I'm making you a mixtape
and I don't know why
I'm making you a mixtape
and it's just because I want you
I'm making you a mixtape
cause there's nothing else to do.
and this mixtape is gonna be
so freaking fantastic
this mixtape is gonna be
everything I want
this mixtape is gonna be
everything that's you and me
this mixtape is gonna be
my entire being.
maybe it's just me but
I wouldn't trust me as much as you do.
you don't know.
I could be anything.
or anybody
and you wouldn't know
cause you don't know me
and I don't know you.
you could be anything
you could be a monster
and I wouldn't know
cause I don't even know you.
I don't trust me as much as you do.
I could be anything
and I wouldn't even know it
cause I don't know me.
I mean, don't you think it's suspect
the way I put on this show
of being an enigma?
don't you think I must have something to hide?
I think so.
I find it suspect
the way I dodge around questions and answers
and try to be all philosophical and diplom
I want
to wrap my arms around you
it's not enough
I want
to hear your heartbeat
like the ocean in my ear
it's not enough
I want
your life to close in on mine
like a Venn diagram
till we become one
it's not enough
I want
to feel like girls in movies feel
everything so simple and clean
and talk about how screwed up we are
while smiling like a Stepford wife
it's not enough
But
this isn't a movie
it's barely real life
and if this is the best I can manage
and if this is the most you can give
it'll have to be enough
it's not enough
You are the exception
to every rule I've ever made
that's kept me from having all that I could have.
You break every law I've ever passed,
defy every expectation in my mind
that's been trapping me in this place.
I never knew I could be this happy
or have a smile for someone every day.
Guess I just never knew it could be this way.
I could make a list a mile long
of reasons to back down and forget you exist,
but logic pales next to the inevitable truth:
Maybe not forever, but definitely for now,
maybe not completely, but certainly somehow,
I want you next to me, to hold me
each and every day;
you, with all your amazing flaws,
The girl in the corner
laughs and smiles with the rest of them
and maybe even laughs a little harder
She listens to everything that everybody says;
tries to appreciate everyone and every little thing
tries to love everyone
But sometimes her eyes go dead
because she remembers
that she doesn't believe in love
No matter how hard she tries
she can't summon up any faith
she would rather believe in unicorns
At least they never let her down
you, you, you
like all the right statuses.
that's why you're
my facebook love.
you, you, you
post the funniest photos.
you make me smile,
my facebook love.
you, you, you,
write the best comments ever
let's run away,
my facebook love
we can go to myspace
we can go to twitter
we can go to my place
word that rhymes with twitter
but no one uses myspace
and I don't like twitter
so let's just stay on facebook
glitter? fitter? bitter?
don't, don't, don't judge me
I don't know what I'm doing.
please don't unfriend me
just because I have a
facebook love
and I wanna show it off
facebook love
and he makes me, makes me, makes m
Confessions of a Tsundere by shortnvague, literature
Literature
Confessions of a Tsundere
I'm sorry
for insulting you like that.
I didn't think that one through:
and I didn't mean it,
it just seemed
like the thing to say
at the time.
I'm sorry
if I look at you
for a moment too long
sometimes
instead of actually
talking to you
like a normal girl would.
I'm sorry
if I'm apologizing
for things you hadn't noticed,
and I'm sorry
if I'm apologizing
too much.
. . . .
Wait a minute.
I don't even like you.
What am I sorry for?
You should be the one apologizing
for being cute
when nobody asked you to.
So go ahead
and say what you like about me.
It's none of your business
what I think of you,
sweetheart.
I'm making you a mixtape
and I think it's gonna fix me
I'm making you a mixtape
and I don't know why
I'm making you a mixtape
and it's just because I want you
I'm making you a mixtape
cause there's nothing else to do.
and this mixtape is gonna be
so freaking fantastic
this mixtape is gonna be
everything I want
this mixtape is gonna be
everything that's you and me
this mixtape is gonna be
my entire being.
maybe it's just me but
I wouldn't trust me as much as you do.
you don't know.
I could be anything.
or anybody
and you wouldn't know
cause you don't know me
and I don't know you.
you could be anything
you could be a monster
and I wouldn't know
cause I don't even know you.
I don't trust me as much as you do.
I could be anything
and I wouldn't even know it
cause I don't know me.
I mean, don't you think it's suspect
the way I put on this show
of being an enigma?
don't you think I must have something to hide?
I think so.
I find it suspect
the way I dodge around questions and answers
and try to be all philosophical and diplom
I want
to wrap my arms around you
it's not enough
I want
to hear your heartbeat
like the ocean in my ear
it's not enough
I want
your life to close in on mine
like a Venn diagram
till we become one
it's not enough
I want
to feel like girls in movies feel
everything so simple and clean
and talk about how screwed up we are
while smiling like a Stepford wife
it's not enough
But
this isn't a movie
it's barely real life
and if this is the best I can manage
and if this is the most you can give
it'll have to be enough
it's not enough
You are the exception
to every rule I've ever made
that's kept me from having all that I could have.
You break every law I've ever passed,
defy every expectation in my mind
that's been trapping me in this place.
I never knew I could be this happy
or have a smile for someone every day.
Guess I just never knew it could be this way.
I could make a list a mile long
of reasons to back down and forget you exist,
but logic pales next to the inevitable truth:
Maybe not forever, but definitely for now,
maybe not completely, but certainly somehow,
I want you next to me, to hold me
each and every day;
you, with all your amazing flaws,
Today I cried at a nature documentary. An adolescent lioness lost her brother and sister to starvation, almost died herself, mated with a brutish lion without really wanting to, and had a stillborn litter. But she didn't complain. She just got up, killed and ate a runty zebra and got on with her life. After seeing that, I vowed that I would never complain about trivial things again.
It turns out I'm no lioness. Within an hour I was getting annoyed about my brother leaving the seat up. Humans suck.
I went up to the girl who sat in the corner and drew. She always drew, and never danced. It made no sense. This was a nightclub.
She didn't see me when I sat down beside her. I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up, and I said, 'Hi. What are you drawing?'
She shook her head, giving me a look of helplessness, and pointed to her left ear. I leaned right over and shouted, but she shook her head again. Then she flipped over the page in her sketchbook, and wrote in pencil, I'm deaf.
'Is that why you don't ?' I stopped myself.
She smiled, and handed me her pencil. I wrote, Is that why you don't dance?
She nodded. I've never
Monster Movie Marathon by ThornyEnglishRose, literature
Literature
Monster Movie Marathon
He made her watch Shrek, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Incredible Hulk, more than one Frankenstein movie, and she even cried at the end of The Iron Giant.
'Mummy,' said Billy. 'Did you understand what those films were trying to say?'
'Of course, dear.' She smiled indulgently. 'We all know it's wrong to judge by appearances, don't we?'
'Good.' Billy stood up, walked over to the French windows and got ready to draw back the curtains. 'In that case, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Monster.'
Billy's mother screamed until she could scream no more. Then she fainted.
Billy shook his head and sighed. Then he opened the Fr
I wanted to be a detective when I was little. I was really into the Famous Five, and Sherlock Holmes if someone would read it to me, and then as I got older it was Agatha Christie.
There are times when I feel like I'm doing a good thing. Usually when the wife/girlfriend is sobbing down the phone, calling him every name anyone has ever used to describe an unfaithful lover, and I'm nodding in agreement, thinking: That's why I do this job.
When it goes the other way, I feel terrible. I hate her for being so suspicious, so paranoid, so possessive. I also hate myself. It makes me think: I should not be doing this job. As far as I know, the
'Pink for friendship. Red for passionate love.'
'Ah let's stick with pink for now.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes. I think so.'
It was not a grand job, but to her it was important. Flowers meant so much. Love, happiness, friendship, mourning
'Lilies are traditional.'
'She wouldn't want lilies. She loved sunflowers. She was such a colourful person. She told us not to wear black.'
'That's seventy pounds ninety, please.'
---
'Look at the pretty flowers.'
The little girl looked. She soiled her hands and knees and was almost stung by a bee.
'What's that one called?'
'Bluebells.'
'What's that one called?'
'Primroses.'
She
Nice Girls Finish Last by ThornyEnglishRose, literature
Literature
Nice Girls Finish Last
My demon is a pretty secretary with a short skirt and long nails. She's the kind who flirts, and even sleeps with people, and messes about with the photocopier at the office party. At least, she seems to be that type, but she generally behaves. She loves her job. She surrounds herself with filing cabinets, and must keep them in some kind of order, as she seems to know exactly where everything is when she wants it.
'Reception class,' she might say, slapping a file down in front of me. I always want to look away, whichever file she chooses, but I never can. 'Age four. Mrs Smith put you in a group with Ricky, Stephen and Ryan "because yo
'Do all merpeople feel deprived?'
He was almost totally submerged in the shallow water, leaning against the rock with his hands behind his head, gazing up at the sky. I sat on the rock, dangling my feet and making ripples with my toes, while the evening breeze made similar ripples in my hair and my thin cotton dress. I imagined that we looked young, happy and in love.
'What do you mean?' he asked.
'I read a story about a mermaid who wanted to leave the sea. She quite wanted to see the world anyway, but it was falling in love with a human that made her go to a magician and exchange her voice for legs.'
He t
The Forgotten Hare by ThornyEnglishRose, literature
Literature
The Forgotten Hare
It was springtime. A leveret, just under a year old - almost old enough to be called a hare - ran through a field. On the nearby bank a rabbit stamped, and then all of the rabbits bolted underground. They assumed the leveret was running from a predator. But there was nothing chasing her. She was simply curious.
Grandmother! She skidded to an awkward halt, almost crashing into the older hare. Ive just seen something. Someone. A great, enormous hare with shining eyes, and the biggest legs you ever saw! He must run like the wind!
Her grandmother was unfazed. She chewed and swallowed a mouthful of grass
Words, Sounds and Images by ThornyEnglishRose, literature
Literature
Words, Sounds and Images
I was dancing like a loon
to my headphones in the middle of the night
and then I wanted to write
about how much I loved the sound,
the melody, the words
(all the music I love has words).
The other day we watched an adaptation
of Alice in Wonderland.
It made us watch another, and
get out my cheap little paperback to read.
When Alice talked to the Cheshire Cat
- looking up into the tree, with her hands behind her back -
I remembered
sitting at that table in Grannys house,
colouring that very scene in a colouring book, and
we both remembered her museum-piece hardbacks
from which she read aloud.
She read to us a lot.
An im
You are the exception
to every rule I've ever made
that's kept me from having all that I could have.
You break every law I've ever passed,
defy every expectation in my mind
that's been trapping me in this place.
I never knew I could be this happy
or have a smile for someone every day.
Guess I just never knew it could be this way.
I could make a list a mile long
of reasons to back down and forget you exist,
but logic pales next to the inevitable truth:
Maybe not forever, but definitely for now,
maybe not completely, but certainly somehow,
I want you next to me, to hold me
each and every day;
you, with all your amazing flaws,