1-6-15
She’s tired of being the pretty one. Nobody likes the pretty one. Everyone talks about how attractive the pretty one is, how she’s every guys dream girl, but no one cares about her enough to stay around. Men like how she looks. They cat call and woof whistle, flirt and buy her drinks. But…
harry potter meme: two movies — the order of phoenix
“I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You’re not a bad person. You’re a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
(via ewerlark)
So Robin Williams’s last line in any movie was “Smile my boy, it’s almost sunrise.” and I have never felt so uplifted and like I was being stabbed 12 times with a hot iron in all my life.
(via llantaryn)
1-6-15
She’s tired of being the pretty one. Nobody likes the pretty one. Everyone talks about how attractive the pretty one is, how she’s every guys dream girl, but no one cares about her enough to stay around. Men like how she looks. They cat call and woof whistle, flirt and buy her drinks. But they don’t stay. They only want one thing, like she was always told. They don’t see past the face. If they’re not looking at her she never hears from them. A porcelain doll on the shelf. She’s the pretty one in the group.
That’s her only purpose. She’s decoration, there to fill a void. But no one misses her when she’s gone. No one rushes to her aid and stays by her side when it’s hard, no matter how often she may help them. No one instinctively knows she’s breaking. She’s crumbling right in front of their eyes, unable to move, choking on fear, but they’re blind to all but her superficial wholeness. She’s simply the pretty one.
Objectified and stared at. Compliments can boost your self esteem, but vulgar slights can tear you down. She’s a person, too. All they see is a painted shell, hollow inside. Soon that’s all she’ll be. But she’s not just a pretty face. She’s nice and caring, loving and sweet, sad and timid, passionate and loyal. But she’s the pretty one in the group.
Can she not be more? Can they not see that she is SO much more? They say she gets all the attention. No farther could that be from the truth. She gets the attention if she wears the right clothes, does the right makeup, perfects the hair. But otherwise… Boys cuddle and stay with her while they drink, but in public she hears barely a word. They only stare, sneer, and eye. She’s the pretty one.
The friend who resents her for her looks, who feels slighted when men flaunt over her. That’s the beautiful, lucky friend that gets the real attention. The real friendship. The real love. Because it’s her they love. Not just her face, her body, her looks. And she wishes she was the pretty one.
The boy who says she’s the prettiest girl at the party. Who flirts and holds, smiles and hugs. Who says she’s way out of his league, could have anyone she wants. He never notices when she falls for him. Crashes hard at his feet and breaks into beautiful, ragged shards of a whole he once coveted. He’ll never care, because she’s the pretty one in the group.
The pretty one. A thing. But there’s a PERSON behind the mask! There’s a soul inside that isn’t pretty, isn’t loved, and is NEVER seen. She would jump in front of anything for her friends. Answer every text and urgent call. Stay by your side whenever and wherever you needed. But they don’t care if she gets knocked down. They’ll pawn her off to someone else, some visiting relative so that they can have fun. That’s alright, don’t you forget… She’s the pretty one.
She doesn’t feel, can’t be sad. It does not matter what you do to her. Her life is full because men want her. So leave her on the edge, alone and terrified. Do whatever you want and forget about her. She’s only a mask. She’s the pretty one in the group.
I’m tired of being the pretty one.
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