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Brown Eyes Appreciation Post

For some unfathomable reason, people think brown eyes are boring or ugly.

#I'mspeakingtoyouJasmine

I’m not attracted to you girly, so this post isn’t about you, but this general “brown eyes are so blah” thing that I hear so often and I’m picking on you.

Because it’s what I do.

I say I prefer light eyes. My relationships don’t mirror this concept. I think that as a society we prefer light eyes, because brown eyes tend to be genetically paired with minority races. The Aryan race was blonde haired and blue eyed. Brown eyes were lesser. And unfortunately, they still *are* considered lesser, only because it’s such a tiny detail of racism that I don’t think we come to this realization often. We focus on skin color so much we miss the inherent racism in hair and eye color preference. I mean, this thing we have as a culture with dying our hair blond? No, I’m digressing. (not to say that all hair dying is racist. I’m just pondering our preference for blond hair as opposed to brown, red, and especially black).

So you know what? I’m a lying liar that lies. My stating that my preference is for lighter eyes is probably societal brainwashing.

Brown eyes are so freaking beautiful and sexy. All eye colors are beautiful, and if you say your eyes aren’t I will come through this computer screen and punch you in the face, but brown eyes? Man, they just do it for me. I’ve had several crushes/relationships and you know what? Only two of them didn’t have brown eyes. One was in pre-school and the other one was my first boyfriend, and I don’t even know if I was actually attracted to him at the time (at the time. Definitely at the time….). Funny, they both had pale blue eyes…. Anyway.

Brown eyes are just… blue eyes can keep their oceans, and green eyes can keep their verdant plant-life imagery (it’s probably more like moss, or even more like a little bit of moss on a log), and grey eyes (which are another topic I won’t be getting into today) can keep their silvery/sleet striking-ness.

Brown eyes can be the color of warm dappled sunlight or a night sky with no stars, warm melting chocolate or you know what, warm melting chocolate sounds pretty damn good to me. The most attractive eyes I’ve ever seen belonged to this senior when I was a sophomore (we had a thing, I screwed it up, story of my life, whatever). I hadn’t noticed his eyes before (I didn’t realize I had a crush on him before this moment either) but he turned around to talk to me and… time stopped. His eyes were like galaxies, so dark and so hypnotizing, and of course I was mortified when I realized I’d just been sitting there staring into his eyes like a moron for who knows how long (with my ex-boyfriend sitting next to me, we won’t go into that, my love life is long and complicated and everything runs into each other in strange ways). He thought it was adorable, apparently.

So, in conclusion, every eye color is beautiful. Some eye colors just do it for some people. Don’t diss brown eyes, because one) it’s hurtful and two) it’s probably racist, and you didn’t even realize it.

I have just saved you from looking like a douche-bag.

You’re welcome, friend.

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thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

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Thai Tea Fox P1.

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Do you ever get that feeling?

I feel like this a lot about my friends.

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Drabble Challenge! #1 - 150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

Take the long way around

Can you shut up for five minutes, please???

He’s been gone for quite a while

I can’t see anything.

I heard a noise.

Scary movies are for chumps.

You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.

The floor is lava.

Where’s my food?

I bet you feel like an artist

Did you ever clean the attic?

Can I be of assistance?

Get out of the way before I murder you.

I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship

You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Cry me a river.

Build a bridge.

Get over it.

Another credit card?!

It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!

When’s the last time YOU cleaned the bathroom?

I don’t know why I married you.

Have you ever lied to me?

If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.

Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?

I’m stuck! Help me!

I swear, I’m not scared.

What do you think a cupholder is for?

You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

Turn that sh*t off!!!!

When’s that last time we went on a date?

I thought you didn’t like cats?

The door’s locked.

Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)

I’ll just tell your mom on you.

I thought you were nice.

I had a dream about you.

I work pretty hard around here, but you get all the credit

What color do you like better?

Am I your husband or your taxi service?

Take notes, sweetheart.

This is where you impress me, right?

Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.

I can’t believe you didn’t remember

If that makes me a child, so be it.

I could beat you up, you know that right?

Would it kill you to help people?

I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

But, I said I love you.

Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?

I’m not weird, you’re just basic.

Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying

Take off your shirt.

Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?

Way to go, kid.

I found the candles, we’ll be alright.

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

…or we could make out….

I said “I HAVE AN IDEA!”

Down the hall, second door on the left.

I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.

Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

Are you even human?

We’ll talk later.

K.

I’m afraid.

I thought there was time.

Can you just leave me alone?

I’ll carry it.

We’re not ‘fine’.

Are you really taking his side right now?

I like proving you wrong.

Girls can’t drive, plain and simple.

Who are you?

I think you need stitches

Must be a coincidence

Can you be romantic for once?

This is your fault by the way.

Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

Excuse me for falling in love with you.

I have fans. More fans than you to be exact.  

I paid for half and you ate three-quarters.

I knew you’d be mad.

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

You’ve never smoked anything in your life.

You gave me a black eye.

Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.

What if it sinks?

Birds can’t fly without wings.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

That SOOO classifies as a date.

No backsies.

You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

I never liked it, I lied.

Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.

Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Remember when we were dating and you _____

Be brave, sweetheart.

I’m sorry, but that was adorable.

You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.

You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.

She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.

That’s a fact, Jack.

Actually, I couldn’t care less.

I try my best.

Doesn’t make a difference to me anyways.

I’m glad you’re mine.

You look pretty good for your age.

You passed out for like an hour.

Delete it. Now.

You’re a jerk.

Are you high?

No, you’re MY bitch.

Ew ew ew. You’re so gross.

Spare change for the poor and lonely.

She’s 6, how can she scare you?

When’s the last time we ______

He’s spoiled rotten.

I can’t stay long.

There’s nothing we can do.

Do you ever stop smiling?

Step aside and watch a pro.

Never give him stuff like that!

You’re the one who left it laying around.

I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

Teach me how to play?

It’s called a prank.

Well, you’re a prick.

Good, I hope you feel bad.

You have cold, you’re not dying.

I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

I hope you have a cold shower.

You don’t mean that.

Sing to me, please.

Did you enjoy yourself last night?

Why do they behave for you?

Stop making your own rules.

Don’t open an umbrella in the house.

You know what happens when you assume things.

That’s open for discussion.

Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.

Be serious for two minutes, please.

I cheated.

What’s the biggest lie you ever told?

Pillows are over-rated.

Zombies aren’t real, I promise.

Are we lost or do you know where we are?

We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

*Make up your own*

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ASHI STUDIO Couture Fall/Winter 2015

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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“I’m a non-Christian living the South, I can’t even go to a god damn potluck without having to thank some space fairy for the broccoli casserole, and honey, it makes me a little uncomfortable.”

I’m WHEEZING.

This is me at every family gathering.