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Her Reality She gets these thoughts; dark and lonely thoughts.
She get stuck; a maze inside her mind.
It's there she silently screams; crying these dry tears.
It's no one's fault.
Though some events in her life haven't helped.
It's her depression and anxiety.
She tries to fight, but they do tend to consume her.
Nothing has gone right for her; three maybe four months of constant pain.
She has people in her life who care, she knows that.
But she can't help but to think "why?"
She's a fuck up; a little girl who can't get her feet back on the ground.
She knows there are people who have it worse.
She knows she should just stop talking about it all.
But something inside her won't allow it.
This may just seem like a rant; a small
My OutcastsI look at the picture on my computer screen
A mixture of people, each with their own personal hell, filled with their own demons. Each of them, putting a smile on their face, ready to fight the next battle the world has for them; knowing they'll never have to truly fight alone. Everyone of them, different than every other person on Earth.
All of them will fall, but will be pulled back to their feet by the others. Some of them will have battle scars that will be known by others- maybe judged by the ignorant people who know nothing about the warriors fighting- but never judged for their scars by the ones closed to them.
All of them, feeling things so deeply it seems like they'll never see the sunlight again. But one day they will, and the people by their side will be the ones to be with them every step of the way. They'll hold each other and stand by their sides through thick and thin.
Writers, actors, musicians, artists, mathematicians, scientists, every one of them having their o
Supernatural part 2 "Come on, Cas!" Sam yelled.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Cas wailed loudly. "I DON'T WANNA!" Dean could hear this all from the kitchen downstairs. He looked at Bobby for help, but he just shook his head.
"Cas, come on, buddy, you need sleep!" He heard Sam say loudly. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with small Cas.
"Any clues yet as to what did this?" Dean asked Bobby.
"None. But what ever it is we better find out how to reverse it before your brother murders him." Dean couldn't help but smile slightly at this. He looked towards the stairs that led to where Sam and Cas were. It was going to be a long night if Sam couldn't get him to calm down.
"BOBBY!" Sam shrieked. Bobby sighed and put down the book he was looking at. Slowly he got up and walked to the stairs. "BOBBY, HELP ME!" Sam yelled.
"I'm comin'!" Bobby called. He turned to Dean and said, "That brother of yours, he can fight all
Supernatural fanfic part 1 "Cas?" Dean called into the dark house. When no one answered he called his friend's name again. "Dude, where the hell are you?" Still no one answered.
"Dean?" Sam whispered. Dean looked at his brother and could see the worry in his eyes, but it didn't compare to the worry Dean was feeling. "What if we're-"
"We're not," Dean interrupted. "Cas?" he called again but still no one answered. He nodded towards his brother and the two of them slowly made their way through the house.
"Dean, what did he say on the phone?" Bobby asked in a ruff whisper.
"He said that he needed help," Dean replied. He checked the small kitchen sweeping his gun and flashlight around to make sure no one or any thing was there. "Clear."
"Help with what?" Sam asked coming in.
"I don't know." He was getting tired of them asking him these questions when they should be looking. He quickly moved to the dinning room. "Castiel?
Always and CompletelyWARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
He leaned against the wall of the TARDIS, arms crossed, head down, and eyes blurring from the tears welling up. He heard the door close and felt all of his friends’ eyes on him. Slowly, he stood up straight, walked over to the controls, and turned the TARDIS engines on.
He typed in Vastra’s address and took them home glad none of them even tried to talk to him.
When they were gone, he felt Clara staring at him. He knew she was shaken from being in his time stream, and she had no idea about why he was so upset; she had no idea that he had lost her, he had lost River. He gripped the handle bar in front of him so tight he started to lose feeling in his fingers. He fought back the lump that was building in his throat. Slowly she walked towards him obviously not sure what to do.
“Doctor?” she finally asked, her voice quiet and soft. “What happened?”
“Just . . .
Doctor Who-Mels's PastSPOILERS FOR "A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR" AND "LET'S KILL HITLER"!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!
“I’ll see you later, Amy,” I tell my best friend as I grab my coat.
“You sure you don’t want to stay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I actually have someplace I need to be.”
“Well let me take you,” Rory offers.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Mels, it’s pouring out there. You’ll catch a cold in that weather!”
“I like a short walk in the rain. I’m not going far, I’ll be fine.”
“Fine, just don’t blame me if you get a cold.”
“Oh believe me, Rory, I’ll blame you completely,” I tease. He glares at me but I can see the smile he’s hiding. “I’ll see you guys later,” I tell them. They walk me to the door and I flip my black hood up on top of my head and run out onto the pavements outside. I run until I hear the door close then I start to slow do
My MusicI love my music.
It's helped me through a lot of emotional crap.
It's helped some of my closest friends through even worse shit.
My music is the "Outcast" music.
It's the "Emo" music.
The "Sad" music.
It's the rock,
You may not like it at all.
A lot of people don't.
But a lot of people love it.
This is the music that saves lives.
The music that stops people from self-harm,
That makes them feel like they belong.
Most of it is not the "Devil Worshiping" music like lots of people think.
Just look at the lyrics of bands like Flyleaf and Black Veil Brides.
If you look close enough, you'll find they are mostly pure.
They are about standing up for yourself, for your beliefs.
About pushing through the hardships in life, about ignoring the haters,
And loving yourself.
So go ahead and hate it if you want.
Just don't say crap about it to me or it's fans.
Because you don't know their stories, or what this music has done for them.
You can like your music.
I can like mine.
Yes, This Is MeI'm a weirdo, an actress.
I'm an Emo/Goth.
I'm an outcast, pretty low on the food chain of society.
Yes, this is me.
I wear black.
I don't like pink.
I would choose anything dark over anything bright.
Yes, this is me.
I support equal rights.
I support parts of gun rights.
I support anti bullying.
Yes, this is me.
I do wear makeup.
No, I don't put on buckets and buckets of it.
I do feel at least a little pretty with it on.
Yes, this is me.
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
I'm extremely self-conscious of my talents.
But slowly I am getting better.
Yes, this is me.
I love rock/screamo/metal music.
I do not like rap or country or pop music.
I'll sing at the top of my lungs to show tunes.
Yes, this is me.
I don't care what you think about me.
If you like me, fine.
If you don't, fine.
Yes, this is me.
I am a girl who is sweet and caring.
A girl who is loving and will put her friends/family before her.
But I am not the smartest, skinniest, or prettiest girl.
Yes, this is me.
Ganith for TanzaniSPOILERS FOR MOST OF THE BOOKS
Ghastly Bespoke walked down the long corridor of the Irish Sanctuary to his office. It had been a long day full of frantic mages, glass shattering, and angry ferrets and he was glad he could finally go home. He grabbed the key to his office out of his pocket and stuck it in the lock. He twisted it and opened the door.
The room was dark like normal. There were no windows, and shadows of the furniture all around. He stepped inside and immediately tensed up. Something wasn’t right. He slowly closed the door and turned on the poor lighting. The overhead light above flickered on. He turned around slowly. He was prepared to fight, prepared to die but he was not prepared to see the person that was in the room with him.
Tanith Low sat on the big oak desk looking at him with her lips twisted into a malevolent smile.
“Hello, Ghastly,” she said softly. Ghastly stared at her. Every night for two years he laid in bed imagining about what the moment h
A letter...Dear XxWolfRocksxX,
I believed that I should make this, out of respect for you and your choice. Now I know that now with you gone that you won't see this, yet it's like talking to a ghost...they are there, yet not.
So, you never really did talk to me, but you did welcome me to DA when I was just starting. You were so sweet and you seemed to welcome me with open arms....I remember when we RPed as Tyler and Mitch, how you took the lead when I didn't know what I was doing.
I do say, I respect your choice to leave. Yet I feel as if I'll always be in wonder as to why? So many questions run through your head when you seem so lost....what if someone had told you not to leave? What if someone had stopped you and figured out why you couldn't do it anymore? How will we ever know the answers. I'm betting we will never know....but why should we know anyways? It's the questions that keep the world spinning don't they?
I ask all the questions yet I know y
Young man of dark skin
and brown eyes with love deep within,
marches on through the storm
to keep the innocent out of harm.
Gun slung over shoulder and knife in hand,
he defends to weak and helps them stand.
But one soldier boy cannot stand on his own
and will need a friend so he's not alone.
A young girl, of scarlet hair
has promised to stay close even when life isn't fair.
Never to leave nor to hide
for in her love the soldier boy can abide.
She'll hold his hand and kiss his cheek
to give him strength when he feels weak.
She'll carry him up hill and mountain top
and in front of fear she will not stop.
She will stand by his side now and forever.
You don't abandon the ones you love...never.
UsedI can never be free
Because the truth is you fucking used me
I thought you were the perfect love song
But I was dead wrong
I'm a mess
And that's all I'll ever be
I don't fucking sleep because of you
Because even in my dreams, destruction is what you do
I rather spend days awake
Then sleep and repeatedly break.
Tell me how you fucking sleep knowing you stole my heart
And tore it apart
I was tempted by your words
The sickest lies I've ever heard
Now I know
What type of person you are
You're a user
You manipulated me
I'm fucking broken don't you see?
And that's all I'll ever be
What the Black Keys Sound LikeI love the sound of a heartbroken piano
All the pains and the whines
Touched so gently
Then left behind
Oh, how I love the sound of a beaten piano
The cracked and missing keys
Always muttering "please..?"
My favorite sound is of a scarred piano
The last few keys it had
Were low, last breaths of a
Brokenhearted pianist who is not mad....
Minecraft in our heartsAdmit it. The first time you ever spawned, you didn't know what you were doing at ALL. You struggled to survive the harsh and hostile mobs. You got lost. You were confused. You were scared. You were lonely. But over time you learned from your struggle, your battles, and your loneliness. But you still never understood what your purpose in this world was. The truth is you THINK you know your purpose but you don't. You might think your purpose is to survive and defeat the Enderdragon but it's not; or to destroy the wither and keep the nether star to be honored for all time but it's not. You problably think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I speak the truth. To know what you're true purpose in this world is to find out for yourself. For I know what that is.
Lo podras alcanzar??A donde quiera que vayas
A donde quiera que mires
Puro dolor veras
Una esperanza habrá que alcanzar.
La tristeza y la soledad
Son sentimientos que te acompañaran
Hasta no hallar
Que en el fondo esta.
No te abandonaran,
Tu abras que dejar.
Pero preferible estas acompañados
De la alegría y felicidad
Que de la tristeza y la soledad
Por dolores y penas
Abra que pasar
Pero al final del rumbo
Tendremos que llegar
Para poder encontrar
the death of a madmanI cringe when people say
"Laid to waste"
Whatever I got
Was only a taste
Much more vivid
Than any dream
Too good though it seemed
Back into earth
Had I earned godship?
Was this my rebirth?
My soul left my body
And spread far and wide
And my spirit, yes
Tears of joy it did cry
Seemed not to matter
It was suicide
In the blink of an eye
And the whole world's feelings
All at once when I died
Granted in death
They were stripped
I was thrown
Back into flesh
Lettre mortuaire de Liath« Lettre d'un mort.
Bonjour à ceux et celles qui lisent cette lettre.
Si vous la tenez, c'est que j'ai quitté ce monde, comme l'indique le titre.
Je m'appelle Liath Vindur, et ceci est ma lettre funeste, autant dire que ca va être glauque.
Cela fait maintenant 6 mois que je souffre d'un cancer, une forme particulièrement foudroyante.
Lorsque l'on m'a dit qu'il me restait moins d'un an à vivre, j'ai choisit de ne pas chercher à me soigner : ces médicaments m'auraient drogué et je n'aurai pu étudier correctement.
C'est égoïste, mais dans un ultime élan d'égoïsme, j'ai choisit de mettre toute ma tête et mon âme au service de ce que j'ai toujours aimé : la magie.
Je ne pense pas être un grand de ce monde, mais je ne doute point que mes écrits auront leur utilités.
Je tiens à m'excuser au près de ma famille, cacher ma maladie était le seul moyen de vou
Silent KillersPeople stand around..like everything ok.. it makes me sad someone would judge a person, but it maddens me to know that they don't know how broken that person is. there that girl whose silent. but not because she suppose to be.. but because she has to be.. everyone is louder.. even though the room is silent.. her words and actions are faked, faked to how shes suppose to be. can you not hear the screams? your deaf and its killing her, shes weak and its slowly is haunting her, like the fact shes always alone, but she wants to be, to show that she wants you to come to her, and you don't notice? she loved, she laughed, but now shes nothing more but tears and scars, her voice was beautiful before they made her silent.
My SaviorsThey aren’t angels,
But they aren’t devils,
They have their drama
And they face their own problems
They go through sorrow,
Sometimes hide in the shadows
They are just humans
Who sometimes stand in what feels like ruins.
They are my friends
And they will be in my heart until the end.
So I thank you
For the people I can look to.
You have been my helpers.
You have been my saviors.
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