My platypus post has 187 notes, and I’m feeling a little bad about that because I haven’t given much attention to my one true love lately.
So here, have some okapis.
Awwww yeah, look at that majestic beast.
Come now, don’t be jealous. You know you’ll always be my favorite.
Platypi might be part duck, but the okapi is some kind of weird mix between a giraffe and a zebra….
Look at me!! I do weird as fuck things too!!!!
Alright, now you’re just showing off.
im pretty sure theyre called girabra (giraffe-zebra)
you are in college
you are female
you have a pretty good idea of what you want to do with your life
you are short (under 5’4)
you text a lot
you are single
you like a lot of different kinds of music
you are close with your mom
you don’t have a job
you have a horrible fear of bees
you have quite a few guilty pleasures
you don’t have many scars
you stay up late
you dye your hair
you enjoy iced coffee
you drink occasionally
you like to shop
your grades were fairly good
you are lazy
you prefer facebook to myspace
you are paranoid
you have a dog
you would consider going to law school
you would consider plastic surgery of some kind
you are somewhat superstitious
your first name is short (4 letters or less)
you have/had a piercing other than ears
you are not very athletic
you watch a lot of television
you read a lot
you get nervous easily
you have blue eyes
you are disorganized
you feel that you are friendly
you donate time or money to charitable organizations
you don’t hear very well
you are pale
you have a tumblr
people ask for your advice
& you also ask for advice a lot
you like sushi
you’ve been out of the country
you have a food allergy
you sleep with a stuffed animal
summer is your favorite season
your birthday is in the spring
your parents are divorced
you have moved multiple times
people think you are funny
but you have a weird sense of humor
you carry a purse
you think a lot
you seem shy, but only when you first meet someone
you like parties
something on your body hurts right now
you have a sensitive nose
you often have strange dreams
you are a bit on the hyper side
i. I initiated clapping games
so I could check her wrists to see
if there were any new marks,
and for a long time, there always were.
(it took her until halfway through high school
to start wearing short sleeves again.)
ii. He failed the year because
he missed too many school days
and I knew better to ask why he didn’t go.
(“Hey, uh. Just wanted to say I’m sorry about the whole-“
“Dude, don’t be. Seriously, it’s fine.)
iii. She walked into the lounge to find a teacher
asking her why she hasn’t been to class in three months
and she couldn’t find an answer that didn’t involve
her not being able to find the will
to get out of bed.
(“Hey, I haven’t seen your friend around for a while. Is she sick or something?”
iv. While kissing her stomach, I found marks on her legs:
short, scabbing lines at the base of her thigh,
tucked high where no-one could see.
I made my voice light when I asked what they were
and she shrugged and said, “Depression stuff. I’m fine now.”
(she has other marks, all healing, and I want to smooth them away every time
until she doesn’t feel like she deserves the pain.)
v. There is nothing poetic about the fact
that I know more people on antidepressants
than off them.
vi. There is nothing poetic about the fact
that I remember being thirteen and thinking
that I’m not going to make it to eighteen
without one of my friends being their own cause of death.
vii. There is nothing fucking poetic about
not being able to move from your bed,
nothing poetic about self-inflicted wounds
and not caring enough to cry.