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her cheeks almost flooded her temples as the ends of her lips were stretched to a crescent by something I said - an unmeditated exhibit of bliss roused by quips equipped with comparisons sense couldn’t fix. her voice gushed formless noise that filled a void like full moons over countrysides or books dropped onto a library’s toes. and that’s when I knew she’d say yes - or that she’s ‘busy this weekend but how ‘bout the next?’ and when friends ask how’d I know, I say it’s because she laughed. my hair caught fire, scalp tingling like a hive disturbed, neck turning to stone unable to change angle - listening to the hatedisgustjudgmentdisapproval I thought I heard in the whispered snickers speared from the back of the room piercing into a defenseless morale usually quick to be defensive and assume I’ve gained more members of an audience weighing everything I do. and that’s when I believed I was ugly or too quiet or weird or unfriendable and when parents tried to understand why I tried to sever fat that wasn’t there or censor a humor home to my nature, I say it’s because they laughed.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
laughing
her cheeks almost flooded her temples as the ends of her lips were stretched to a crescent by something I said - an unmeditated exhibit of bliss roused by quips equipped with comparisons sense couldn’t fix. her voice gushed formless noise that filled a void like full moons over countrysides or books dropped onto a library’s toes. and that’s when I knew she’d say yes - or that she’s ‘busy this weekend but how ‘bout the next?’ and when friends ask how’d I know, I say it’s because she laughed. my hair caught fire, scalp tingling like a hive disturbed, neck turning to stone unable to change angle - listening to the hatedisgustjudgmentdisapproval I thought I heard in the whispered snickers speared from the back of the room piercing into a defenseless morale usually quick to be defensive and assume I’ve gained more members of an audience weighing everything I do. and that’s when I believed I was ugly or too quiet or weird or unfriendable and when parents tried to understand why I tried to sever fat that wasn’t there or censor a humor home to my nature, I say it’s because they laughed.
Laughter is an indicator for both wonderful and terrible things.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
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