

Making a Good PictureI just bumped into a door and then I remembered... Being high and brushing my teeth and looking at my eyes thinking "With this toothpaste on my face, I would make a good picture" If only I could learn to draw Facial proportions correctly To make my face immortal on paper So I tried to use my hand As a measurement for my head To see where my ears belonged But I couldn't My reflection was confusing my eyes And I couldn't distinguish Which hand to measure with, The one that was real to me Or the one before me, Perfectly recreatMaking a Good Picture


They Really Love MeMy brother and I were an accident. My mother told me that she wanted to be done having children after my sister and brother, but we happened anyway. We were two problems for the price of one. By the end of her pregnancy, my mother was too large to fit through the bathroom door and was bedridden. My brother and I were extracted through her belly. I remember her showing that ugly scar to me and saying that I shouldnt have kids if I didnt want to end up fat and marred. Even as babies, my brother and I had very distinct personalities. Max was lovable and smiled all the time. I was moody and I cried frequently. I pushed people awThey Really Love Me
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i hope you dont mind my anime obsesion........
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