RobotUnicornAttack

I wanna be with you and make believe with you and live in harmony harmony ohhh love (8)

Sometimes I make believe that Robot Unicorns were real
Strategically planning to attack the world
And when they do we will all be spiraling down rainbow cylinders
With closed eyes

But you might be wondering what the hell a Robot Unicorn Attack is.

Urban Dictionary refers to it as:
“The definition of FUN. Chasing your dreams and gliding with dolphins as a robot unicorn jumps with rainbows and smashes through stars”

I refer to it as:
“ The definition of MAN. Chasing your dreams while riding dolphins as a robot unicorn running on rainbows and smashing through stars”

So open your eyes and see
That your closed eyes are the most open they will ever be
So stare into the mirror in the dark
And see your dreams though a kaleidoscope of goals and ambitions
Until their shadows start playing tricks with your eyes
And you lose the mirage you once considered your future

Until it hits you…that your eyes sometimes build lies
An illusion
And you stop chasing runaway dreams

That’s when the unicorns attack
Going for the dreams that we left behind
And we became what we’ve become
And not because we wanted it to be
But because it came to be
So we write apologies in the lining of chain letters
On napkins we mail to ourselves, so we can cry and give up hope
Knowing that no one will pay attention to the mistakes we admitted inside
When it’s easier to ride dolphins and catch rainbows as we reach for the stars
Never give up hope
Even if she’s the baby born on that one night stand with a wet dream
Or that flower growing in a crack in the concrete

Life never comes easy
It comes down harder than gravity
Sometimes you just want to fall on your knees
At all the wrong times
For all the wrong reasons

But you gotta keep going
Coming harder and harder
And never lose your balls

And understand that you need to raid the stars just to radiate the moon
And never let your grandfather clock tell you
“You don’t have enough time”
Because Time can suck my unicorn
And my hourglass has no boundaries
It’s rough childhood sandcastles in zero gravity
Built without the guidance of a pail and a parent

See if there’s a will there’s always a way
And my heart is a dream catcher
So I’m gonna catch my dreams
No matter what
Even if there are robot unicorns or stars blocking my way
Like this one is a couple inches too good
And that one is eating ten pieces of mars
And that one is a monster, floating in the abyss

And my dreams become championship titles
Held so everybody can see
And I defend them gratefully
Like robot unicorns jumping through rainbows
The only thing that will stop me is if I explode
Because my dreams are so wild even dreams can’t dream of such things
BOOM!
Like stars turning into star dust
I become one with the universe

WhyDoYouNotBelieveYouAreBeautiful?

by henrick sales and marcus lomboy

This is for my friends who thinks scars on the face are ugly.
And for every girl who thinks they are ugly. And for every girl in general.
This is for you.

Putting on make up to make up for your insecurities. So you put on that mask made of mascara and foundation on your face. But we can see it in your eyes, hiding in those shadows. You are beautiful. Even if the foundation of your confidence is built on water and oil.
But we all know oil and water don’t mix so it’s BP’s job to start cleaning off the fish.
Because there’s something fishy going on here.


The only reason people tell you you’re ugly…is for profit.
See, the entire cosmetics industry is built on telling girls they’re ugly.
They tell you you’re not pretty enough…
Not skinny enough…
Not curvy enough….
Or that your eyelashes need to be 120% longer or else you’re not as pretty as you could be. So they advertise their products.
Invading your space with in your face ads like…
“Use this new face cream. Apply to your face every day, twice a day until effects show…or until you’re out of money to buy some more.”
OR
That you eat…so you eat too much. And that your body don’t look right without a flat stomach and Kim Kardashian’s badonkadonk. So you better lose fat, lose weight, and gain a date…before turning eight.

But some conditions may apply.

Even though you’re not really fixing anything.
When you already have everything.

Like how your colored contacts only hide your dark brown eyes when I already swear that the night sky hides inside them every time the sun is out. And your foreign scars look like Japanese calligraphy on skin spelling out imitations of beauty. Or that your highest heels can barely get you past my chin…because the best things can come in the smallest packages. That your fat is just your fitness showing off so that you can be noticed.
Because we love handles!

Because your imperfections make you…you.
And you are beautiful!

Beautiful like how the blind can hear, and how the deaf can see and how the mute can tell you you are beautiful. So listen closely. *sign language*
And I don’t care if you aren’t “perfect”!
Because contrary to popular belief, and something that does give us relief…is that there is more than one type of beauty.
See, we don’t care if you don’t look like a star…because they are not real people. They are fictitious creations molded by directors with their own ideas of what somebody should look like. So girl everywhere believe the lies, because they see it on their TV screens.

That they’re not pretty enough…
Not skinny enough…
Not curvy enough…
Not plastic enough.

Because when being made up is the new trend, even the mannequins are more real than you. But we think it’s time for a change.

So wipe those lies off of your face!
And start eating real food! Forget Barbie ever existed!
And stop that snap, snap, snapping of angles for profile pics. That is NOT you!

Stop letting your worth be dictated by the tags on your clothes. And hiding your soul so we can read you like genetic codes, then we can understand you the way you’re meant to be. Instead of studying your reflection, looking for every imperfection like..

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
You are.
No, you are.
No. YOU ARE! And don’t let anybody tell you otherwise!

Learn that all of that can only take you so far
Because calling yourself ugly is worse than any scar. It’s skin deep.

And I’d rather have a nine than a ten, because that one flaw is what makes you beautiful when everybody starts looking the same. Be honest…
When every girl on the planet has the same curves…
And the perfect chest-to-ass ratio.
I’d want that one fat chick! That one flat chick! That one small chick! That one tall chick! Who’s beautiful in her own way.

So don’t laugh at me if I tell you that she’s beautiful…
Or she’s beautiful…
Or you’re definitely beautiful.

Because beauty isn’t something that everybody sees. That’s why the most beautiful of girls have the lowest self-esteem.
But to be honest, I think there’s only one word to describe every girl.
One word they all want to be, but they already are they just cannot see that every girl is *beautiful*.