Birthday Suits
A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.
A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.
"Because I really don't have a future. I don't believe in myself. I'm not sure if I know myself anymore. That's why I come up here, because I am scared." ~ What would you give to not have to tread on eggshells everyday, scared off tipping the balance? What would you give to be able to believe in yourself just once? Wh...
“Love’s like a bullet. It’s fast. It’s furious. Sometimes you can’t see it coming. You can run from it. But you can’t dodge it. Unless someone stands in your way…” Growing up, Callie Tollson had always admired her older brother, Clay, for being exactly who he wanted to be…despite the consequences he faced doing so. Wi...
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
A collection of rants & random thoughts. (Please, please, do have in mind that this was written ages ago. I was ignorant and immature, but have grown up and since then, changed my thoughts and opinions. Do not leave rude comments. Thank you. Have a nice day!) Highest rankings; #14 in random #2 in non-fiction
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
Tony hated winter. It wasn't because of the weather -god no- it was because of all the obnoxious, loud, and unsurprisingly, rude customers he had to serve during the snow-filled months. Not to mention that his glasses always manage to fog up to the point where his driving skills were dangerous to the public. And his...
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
After getting her heart broken, she decides to email her ex- but she does not send it. Little did she know, he does the same thing. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.
❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin...
this kind of love we share is semelparous. ••• a story slash poem in which 26 different guys experience all the different forms of love. [updates are dreadfully slow and very sporadic] lowercase intended.
(1) Missed Call at 3:33 AM ------------------------------------- Copyright © HatOfChbosky ™ 2015 Highest Ranking Reached: #1 on Short Story Wattpad TNT Ka-Tropa Favorite Award 2015 Winner! Wattys 2015 Winner! ------------------------------------ [truly AMAZING cover by: @pennyxpen]
"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."
Axe's nightmare has become reality. Not only has he been bought by one of the cruellest plantation owners in the state, he befriends his master's son Henry. Axe has dreams. He wants to get his family back and live on a farm with lots of chickens. Henry wants to end slavery and see his parents happy again. It's not...
A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.
❝ They watched the stars, night after night ❞ { Watty 2015 Winner Copyright © republicans. All Rights Reserved }
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
"She had this thought. Not about choking hazards on children's toys or fatal car crashes, but a thought about how Skylar was not entirely a person. He was more like an ocean with violent currents; one of the seven seas with skin and bones and teeth. He was waterlogged with despair; bad weather with the premonition of...
Katrina's best friend Marco dies in a mall shooting when they're fourteen years old. Three years later, she's starting her senior year of high school and beginning to forget, at last. Her life had become as bearable as it could possibly be, until Ian - Marco's older brother - comes back to town. He...
and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry
Drugs tear lives apart, and that's no different for Fallon. With his parents two years dead and the girl he loved disapearing and returning, things are pretty eventful. Throw a young child into the mix and he's got himself a complete mess of a life. Cravings, responsabilities and the drug addicted mother of his child...
(poem book) *editing* poems about a girl whose thoughts don't let her sleep at night.many of you may relate . so read and give your views and you will have someone who will understand your pain . you are not alone :) don't steal my poems plx :). all rights reserved. (achievments) *HQ love award (watty2014winner) 30 J...
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."