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Lifelines5 days ago in Emotional

Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.Six Word Story: Gone1 week ago in Emotional

Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es veFilofobia1 week ago in Emotional

Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]Brokeback PewdieCry5 days ago in Emotional

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the tThe Artificial Face5 days ago in Emotional

Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes Interprequy - Dragon of Flesh1 week ago in Emotional

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes thI used to want to die.9 hours ago in Emotional

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you Ignorance Is Bliss5 days ago in Emotional

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. NImportant3 days ago in Emotional

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is whatThe Standard Twist2 days ago in Emotional

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,I reread the note today2 days ago in Emotional

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school graduThis Man4 days ago in Emotional

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nevNote5 days ago in Emotional

to everyone who gave me a fav to everyone who gave me a fav thank you very muchto everyone who gave me a fav 4 days ago in Emotional

The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply frThe American Nightmare4 days ago in Emotional

Big Brother? "Grown up."
"Suck up."
"You are so immature."
"You'll never get better."
"You'll never be better."
"You're a hindrance."
"Stop talking. Close your mouth."
"No one wants to hear you."
"It'd be better for everyone if you'd just stop TALKING."

I smirk. I laugh. I never shut up. I don't give him what he wants. I continuously talk over him as he spews out his insults. I act like it's all a joke. He thinks I'm stupid for it, and I want him to think I'm nothing short of annoying. I want him to give up on me and avoid me. I'll spit out something to anger him at every given opportunity. Continue to greet him every time he walks in the doBig Brother?6 days ago in Emotional

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks lForever Letter7 hours ago in Emotional

Oni, The Element of Loneliness

There coldly sitting, a Demon without evil in his Dark heart, without friends and without care. The snow was falling down above his hat and cape changing them from the black color of his loneliness to that white color which doesn't differ from his fur, that so pure color of the good things that the other ponies had: Friends, Love, Family, goodness and understanding. Nopony of them approached the already judged Demon, nopony of them stopped enjoying how the tears of the innocent Demon, who was hiding his eyes, were sliping down by his cold cheeks while this one was lowering his head to not see anyone.

The young Demon always was a loner everywOni, The Element of Loneliness2 days ago in Emotional

ShitSometimes at night you can hear the wind howling and it sounds so pretty to you. You've always loved stormy weather. Sometimes the wind says "Come fly with me, come fly with me...." The wind comtinues to call out to you but by the time you've made your decision whether you'll fly with the wind or not, it has already gone.
You've never much had the desire to fly with the wind but recently you have. To just go somewhere, feel the wind, hear the wind, and to just fly away. Away from your problems, away from the people that treat you bad, away from everything. Everything will be gone and below you. What you fly away from is your down points in liShit2 days ago in Emotional

You Are Loved.When I was younger, I "knew" what it meant to be in love. It was that silly feeling, that little tickle in your stomach, that prick of excitement that shot through your body when you talked to, listened to, or even thought of that special person. It was that feeling you got when they said "I love you" or complimented you.
But in that idea I was mistaken.

True love is not just that silly, bubbly feeling you get. It's not just the dance, and the romance. It's not just all those happy moments you share together. Not the laughs and smiles, not the daydreams and kisses. It's what is left when all that is taken away.
To truly love a person is notYou Are Loved.4 days ago in Emotional

SpiegelbildSpiegelbild

Ist und war- Illusion der Zeit

Schein und Sein- Zwei paar Schuhe einer Sammlung

Große Fische, Kleine Haie- ungewöhnlich

Wenn ich in den Spiegel schaue, erkenne ich mich nicht. Ich weiß nicht wer ich bin und wer diese Person ist, die mich aus dem Spiegel heraus betrachtet. Ich bin mir meiner Selbst fremd. Mein Spiegelbild ist mir kein Vertrauter mehr. Immer wenn ich mich ertappe, dass ich etwas Schlechtes denke, so steigen Wut und Hass in mir empor. Sie verbreiten sich, nehmen Besitz von mir und hetzen mich gegen meine Person auf. Dann denke ich mir, so verzeih, doch ich hasse dich. Warum kann ich nicht barmherSpiegelbild5 days ago in Emotional

Each time I cryEach time I cry it's usually because something or someone reminds me of how much I hate myself. Each time I want to cut again. I remember the promise, I remember the pain I caused, I remember how i felt after. I still want to do it each time. I haven't though, but I know I will one day...Each time I cry5 days ago in Emotional

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