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[Feb. 5th, 2014|09:10 pm]

This is where you can submit things that you think are beautiful. Someday I plan to make a book out of this, but if you find something that is beautiful, please link me to it. Espically if it's anymous, there is just something so beautiful about things that are anymous.

"All the things I write are beautiful, because I'm not.

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Beautiful Things on the Internet #7	[Dec. 5th, 2005\|01:52 pm]
I sometimes see myself as a gray-haired woman sitting in daylight. My closest cousin (or perhaps her children) ask me why I never married. "Oh, but I am married", I say. "I wed the idea that love should be true, but I never found it. I wed the fictional men I read of in great novels, the faded pages our marriage licenses. I wed the songs that lifted my soul, the films that made my heart fly. I wed each person I could help because I had no husband to take care of. Compassion and art were my children." ------------------------------------------------------------- http://www.livejournal.com/community/100_words/2310282.html I'm your llorona (that_evening) wrote in 100_words, @ 2005-12-05 03:56:00
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Beautiful Thing From the Internet #6	[Dec. 2nd, 2005\|11:30 am]
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn?t have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong. -------------------------------------------- Anynomus, and has been circulating on the internet for a while.
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Beautiful Things From The Interenet #5	[Dec. 1st, 2005\|08:58 pm]
Sharing the news Waiting here, for a friend. My knitting out to take the twitchy edge off my fingers. Only a nervous laugh remains. My friend is late, as friends sometimes are. I keep with the knitting and sip my cider to soothe my tongue. Doesn't work. Nothing can make this news taste better. I knit faster, glancing around. I blend perfectly into this hipster scene, with my cute piercing and red shoes. The cell phone with the Hello Kitty stickers jangles, reminding me of the pressing meeting. The friend? Here. "So..." "This." "Yeah." "I...have AIDS" "Will you still dye your hair?" --------------------------- ripe and rosy (colorwhirl) wrote in 100_words, @ 2005-12-01 09:12:00 http://www.livejournal.com/community/100_words/2297636.html
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Beautiful Things From The Interenet #4	[Dec. 1st, 2005\|08:57 pm]
Just like you I am pretty. Red hair, freckles, cute nose. My girlfriend loves my eyes. I have large, curvy breasts and wide, gentle hips. If you like girls who are a bit chubby, you'd love me! Sometimes, I take topless pictures. I mean, who doesn't enjoy those sometimes? I'm pretty much just like you. I miss my family and love my friends. I have eleven pillows on my bed and love blankets. I cuddle a lot with my lover, because cuddling is fun and free. Pretty much just like you. Except I'll be dead before you finish college. AIDS is good like that. ---------------------------------- ripe and rosy (colorwhirl) wrote in 100_words, @ 2005-12-01 09:22:00 http://www.livejournal.com/community/100_words/2297954.html
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Beautiful Things From The Interenet #3	[Dec. 1st, 2005\|08:54 pm]
To anyone who is hiding their true self; Just relax. Just relax and be yourself and other people will come to know and accept it. It's just as painful to be locked away as to be shunned. ------------ (Anonymous) 2005-12-02 01:02 am UTC (link) Posted in 2_lines
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