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“Studio 54” by Benny Horne featuring Gigi Hadid for Vogue Spain, March 2015

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This is not a love poem. When I wake up at four am, with a blanket so twisted in my legs that I feel my circulation cutting off, I always go back to sleep again. When the rain pours so hard that it sounds like gnomes have rushed over to tap tap tap on my window, I absorb the sound with an uplifting book in my hand. When I get dressed in the morning, and I feel overwhelmed picking just one outfit, I do my best to dress the way that’ll feel like stilettos and a beaming smile. When I sing songs in the shower, and the water hits the floor just loud enough to cover my tragic high notes, I sing songs about self appreciation and feel it in my bones. When my friends ask me how you’re doing, and every memory floats up to taunt me, I just push them down and let them know that you’re probably doing okay. When I dig up those pressed flowers that sat like unopened letters in my closet, I hang them up on the walls because I’m not letting myself hide things much longer. When I pull out old notebooks with love notes scrawled in every corner, I laugh and praise myself for the way I was so capable of putting my thoughts into words. When you text me again in the middle of summer, asking for another chance, I have to ask who you are, because I deleted your number so long ago. When I walk through empty halls with not a single hand to hold, I shove my fingers into my pockets and feel the warmth that radiates off of my hips. When my body begins to ache for something more, a touch of energy to relinquish every bit of tension, I go out for a run because I’m obviously getting out of shape. When some boy that reminds me of you walks up to me to say hello, I’ll say hello back to him with a firm handshake and a piercing gaze to keep him away. When you read this poem, if you ever do, you’ll text me to ask why I still write about you with some lingering old love, and I’ll laugh and tell you that you completely missed the point, because This is not a love poem.

If I wrote this poem four months ago, it wouldn’t have sounded like this. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

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Selena Gomez attends the ‘China: Through The Looking Glass’ Costume Institute Benefit Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 4, 2015

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Your stereotypically masculine side

You love hoodies.  You love jeans.  Dogs are better than cats.  It’s hilarious when people get hurt (but not seriously hurt). Shopping is torture. Sad movies suck. You own a car racing game. You played with hot wheels cars as a kid. At some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. You owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. You used to be obsessed with power rangers. You have watched sports on tv. Gory movies are cool. You go to your dad for advice. You own like a trillion baseball caps. You used to collect hockey or baseball cards. Baggy sweats are cool to wear. It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. You love to go crazy and not care what people think.  Sports are fun. You talk with food in your mouth. You sleep with your socks on at night. You have fished at least once.

Your stereotypically feminine side

You love to shop.  You wear eyeliner. You wear the colour pink. You go to your mom to talk. You consider cheerleading a sport.  You hate wearing the color black. You like going to the mall. You like getting manicures and/or pedicures. You like wearing jewelry.  You cried watching The Notebook. Dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  You don’t like the movie Star Wars. You are/were in gymnastics. It takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. You smile a lot more than you should. You have more than 10 pairs of shoes. You care about what you look like. You like wearing dresses when you can. You like wearing high heel shoes. You used to play with dolls as little kid. You like putting make-up on others. You like being the star of everything.

Appearance 

I am shorter than 5’5”. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different colour. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour. I have a tattoo. I am self-conscious about my appearance. I’ve had/have braces. I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. I have more than two piercings. I have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

Experiences

I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. I’ve been to a casino. I’ve been skydiving. I’ve gone skinny-dipping. I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. I’ve seen the northern lights. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve played a prank on someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi. I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ve eaten sushi. I’ve been snowboarding.

Honesty/Crime

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.  I’ve snuck out. I’ve lied to my parents about where I am. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve ran a red light. I’ve witnessed a crime. I’ve been in a fist fight. I’ve been arrested.

Death and suicide

I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something dying.  Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I’ve written a eulogy for myself 

Random

I can sing well. Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news. I don’t kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I am a morning person. I paid for a cell phone ring tone. I am a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I have “?”’s in my screen name. I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day. I bake well. My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I know how to shoot a gun. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. I can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. I am ticklish. I love white chocolate. I bite my nails. I’m good at remembering faces. I’m good at remembering names. I’m good at remembering dates. I honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

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