#papertowns
I had those random thoughts again.
Such as; how people pick you last for the first game of the semester played in a gym class, even though they don't know how good or bad you are.
It's off of appearance alone, which is ********
"Oh they look thin, they're probably not good at (sport)."
What the **** does that have to do with anything?
When we played soccer, I showed up everyone else,
even though I was picked last.
They had the nerve to say to me, "Wow, good job!"
As if the notion that I was good at a sport was some sort of miracle.
Whatever.
Not like I played soccer for eleven ******* years.
Not like they knew that since sixth grade.
The way they say, "Wow, good job!", makes me sick.
They say it to me as if I'm unable to be good, just because they perceive me to be horrible at sports.
They sound so surprised.
Another thing's been stuck in my head ever since I've read Paper Towns.
John Green mentions people seeing mirrors of others as who they believe the person to be.
I find this true.
People love to think that they know someone very well, when they only know the version that they've created.
Green says we need to see through the window to see who the person actually is.
Which seems ******* impossible.
But it's not.
Just talk to them instead of assuming.
They've already built a mirror of who I am.
Of course, it's completely wrong.
I'm not some boring skinny twig that can't talk right.
I'm not smart, and I'm not rude.
I have emotions, and I really care about others, much more than myself, even.
That's not who I am to anyone else, though.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
It's always risky to love a paper person
He'll always look back at his Paper Town
with his paper personality.
Worst is: paper love can be cut out.
It'll feel good once you move on --
leaving and bringing your cut-out self back
together again.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I was Margo Roth Spiegelman
I want to be able to follow my heart and do the things I've always wanted to
I want to dance with wind
Feel the grass beneath my feet
The stars to blanket me with sparkle
And the moon to light my face
I've always wanted to run
And never look this way again
To be the captain of my own soul
Seizing all the hours of my day
I have feet because I know I wasn't meant to stay on the ground
I wasn't given wings because I know I am no angel
But I knew I was destined to fly
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Invite me to explore every inch of your skin,
I'll be glad to accept the taste of your innocence;
But careful what you do in return,
I tend to make noise silently in sojourn,
And my sense of adventure gets tighter
I'm fictional, so just keep even.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I fell in love with you
amazing paper girl
I want to know you better
amazing paper girl
you only want to be an
amazing paper girl
I must stop loving you
amazing paper girl
Because if I don't
amazing paper girl
I will tear you
amazing paper girl
In my search of
The real amazing girl
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
I am sorry Margo
but I cAn't let go
Even though I tried
I can't leave it aLl behind
every time I Ran away
I found that my waY
is on A track
leaDing me back
in my Home I
always fouNd my
Father waiting for
me aT the door
He would say:
'Son Please don't go away
I love you'
I love you too
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC