It’s 3 in the fricking am and I am up with an earache. I AM SO READY TO NOT BE SICK ANYMORE.
The internet’s back to normal speed now, though, so uh, yay!
Asked by thisbrilliantsky
Playlist for Ned/Chuck
There were two ways I could have done this, cute or angsty… I decided to go with cute. And it’s Pushing Daisies, so that means HARDCORE cute.
Fidelity by Regina Spektor
Happy Ground by Pete Murray
Quelqu’un M’a Dit by Carla Bruni
A Question by Bombadil
You Was by Dean Martin
Thank you so much for asking! I’ve had a pleasant morning picking these :)
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand.
“You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.”
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world.
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a f***ing masterpiece.