Desert-PirateCosplay

When I was a little girl, I didn't like little girls toys. I ripped the heads off of barbies, and baby dolls just ticked me off. What I didn't like was Pokemon. Pokemon cards, Pokemon toys, Pokemon action figures, episodes, hats, noise makers, even Pokemon pajamas, I had them all. The strange creatures dominated not only my closet, dresser, and under my bed, but my day dreams and imaginary games. It was as early as my preschool years that I  enjoyed a good half hour episode of cartooned characters with over sized eyes, muscles, and bust sizes. I still do, and it's all because of my not-so-small obsession with my first anime. Now anime is a

 I don't get it Everything used to be so simple. Wake up, Eat, go to school, laugh with my friends, look at guys from a distance, not caring what they thought of me, then go home, eat, and go back to sleep. Now I get up, and decide what I'm going to wear, I try and figure out whether he'll like it, I run a brush through my hair, as I look in the mirror, and wonder what life would be like if I were: thinner, prettier, better dressed, I barely eat breakfast, tying to reach that person who's life I see in the mirror, I go to school, my friends still make me laugh, I still look at guys from a distance,

Day after day Axel's hand was outstretched towards the blonde boy's. Day after day, he wished for the blonde boy to take him in to his hands, but day after day, he didn't notice. The red haired boy waited excitedly for Roxas to arrive. When he did, the blonde boy slid gracefully in to his normal spot, next to Axel. "How was your day?" Roxas asked, his piercing blue eyes penetrating Axel's soul, that is, if he had one, that's what it those eyes would see. "Boring, had to take out some heartless in Wonderland" Axel avoided the look of the other boy, passing him some sea salt ice cream. For a moment, he let his hand linger in the air, wishin