Sta.sh
I like writing.
I need to submit art.
Tell me to write something.
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We Are People.We are people. People are hard to describe. People are good and bad. People are pretty and ugly. People are small and big, smart and dumb, happy and sad, similar and different. People are everything. People love themselves and hate themselves. People are afraid of everything and afraid of nothing. People are sick and twisted and pure and beautiful. All people are able to accomplish anything. Some people do not see it this way. Some people believe they are too trapped to accomplish anything. People love God and people hate God, and some people even are scared of God. Some people hate people and others love people. People fall in love and people break hearts. People forgive and forget. People do not forgive and forget. People are people and will always be people.We Are People. by ~boopidoop
That Time I Threw up in my Boyfriend's Car. I remember turning around awkwardly in my band seat to look at Alex as he asked “Do you wanna go to Evansville this weekend? I need a jacket.” That had been really humorous to me because first of all he was willing to travel an hour away from home to get an overpriced article of clothing but also that he invited me to go on this adventure. He asked a measly, self conscious, tongue-tied freshman to hang out with him. And though we had established a strong enough relationship to come to calling each other by the endearing teenage boy terms of “dude” and “bro” – which I didn’t mind at all – I suspected he was just too nice to admit he didn’t like my company. But here he was, actually welcoming my company. So of course I shakily agreed, trying to bury the very prominent notion that he welcomed me on this exciting trip because he not only enjoyed my coThat Time I Threw up in my Boyfriend's Car. by ~boopidoop
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