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My OpinionHow can you not like him she asks? That's simple; it's a matter of opinion!
DUH! Not everybody has to think that Justin Beaver (not a spelling mistake) is hot just because everyone else does!
It's not fair how people judge me on my looks instead of my character, and it's certainly NOT fair that I'm automatically an outcast because I don't like the latest fads!
I'm a freakin' human being, not some piece of trash like some people treat me like I am!
I deserve the right to an opinion, it's in our Constitution.
So, if I don't think Justin Beaver is hot, then that doesn't mean that I'm stupid, weird (although I am that! X3), or even insane; it just means that I'm SMART and recognize that I don't have to like him because I want to fit in, 'cause I don't!
I don't care who reads this, because it's true and it will ALWAYS be true! You don't like it? Oh well!
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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