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Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.

I’m afraid

pyromania2014-deactivated201812

Reblog for the concentration wizard to visit you and let you get super far in your WIP

paganinpurple

Best response to anything I’ve ever posted

dykenstein-archive

tag yourself ; gothic literature edition

Frankenstein: The great outdoors, half-read books, unorthodox ideas, pencil sketches, easily frightened, contemplates existence a lot, dislikes winter

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Old bookshelves, bold fashion choice, loud laughs, philosophical conversations, kisses on the hand, can be a dick sometimes, loves new languages but never commits

Dracula: Red lipstick stains, white billowy dresses, always cold to the touch, flickering candles, has eye circles, wants to believe in ghosts, only likes religion for the aesthetic

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde: Filled notebooks, foggy evenings, afraid of failure, oversized clothing, secretive whispers, stays up too late, bottles up emotions

The Phantom of the Opera: Rose petals, old perfume, being an overdramatic bitch, sings to self, handwritten letters, snowy nights, secret spaces

michonnee

Unfortunately i need your help.

Hello guys. I am sorry in advance to ask you to help me with anything.

Weeks ago, i found myself weighing 324,08 pounds. That’s not healthy as i am 5′1.I was eating too much, as i have depression and anxiety, and now im suffering from panic attacks, as well, since like last year. Though i didnt go to the doctor to take care of those situations (i had a friend who induced me to taking sedatives without medical advice), i found that now i had to. I am not healthy to walk 5 minutes straight, i am suffering to go up stairs, i am not feeling good and sometimes my heart just beats real fast, and i cant breath normally, its always like a tired breath.

My grandma advised me to go to the doctor, i went to the public doctor, i weighted myself, and he said all he could do to help me is to tell me to go for walks, exercise, go to gym, and eat healthier. And he’s not wrong, i know that’s what i was supposed to do.

He wrote like a basic diet for me, he signed body examinations for me to do, but they don’t do these examinations in the public hospital, i need to pay for them before i could start walking, so he knows if i have a more serious problem or if i’m just overweight. He also advised me to go to a psychiatrist, but its $40 a section, and its one section a week. I really can’t afford that, i really wish i did, but i don’t. And the diet suited for me will come only when i do the exams.

But the diet and the exams, I can’t afford. You know a diet takes a lot of healthy food, and in Brazil, it’s pretty expensive to keep up with a diet, when diet products are really overpriced, and fat food is cheap. My grandma and i get like $450 a month, she pays for my uni (that’s $187), she gets groceries (not diet yet), tho not meat, only the cerals and stuff, and she spends like $135, the rest of the money goes to light bill, phone bills, internet (as i study online, i can’t live without), gas, and other stuff we have monthly.

I’ve called all clinics i know at my city and others nearby, and the total amount of cash i need to pay for these exams is $230, without them, i really won’t be able to get thinner, and it’s not for beauty or anything, it’s for my health. As i wrote this, i took several heavy breaths, the shorts are not working anymore, and my heart is beating like an electronic song. Also i need to pay for the gym, in the following months, also i need those exams so the doctor can make the right diet and schedule for me.

Any $5 helps, for real. If your soul is touched by this, i am in really bad shape. Please help me with this. At paypal, donate to [email protected], selecting “payment for products”. Really, any 5 bucks is really of help.

I need these exams very soon, and the diet food. Soon. I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me if this goes through. I really don’t. I hope you guys are understanding. It’s really my last hope of getting better.

My depression was holding me out to ask for help in here, but… I don’t have any family who would help me, they live keepin a distance. i really explained the problems to my aunt, they won’t help me. My mother is deceased 11 years now.

I’m sorry again, but i really hope someone out there would help me. And thank you so much if you reblog this, to anyone who does, and everybody who does. I’m really thankful.

If i ever get help, i will get back to you with the exams done, the diet, the exercises. But i really need those exams to get going with my treatment.

Please, reblog. Please.

spnhunters

please reblog, guys, every reblog is of help to me…

good-stims

Chameleon colour-changing paint (source)

peachdoxie

#gonna slather my body in this and walk naked in the woods

mymanylives

Short filmography - Robert Sheehan

My favorite depressed smartmouth boy.

karmiccarcass

Go get him.

violetwolfraven

So I just had a thought

What if supernatural creatures don’t exist anymore? What if they did once, but through the years, they slowly mixed in with humans?

You can see the blood of fairies in the way a ballet dancer hovers in mid air before he or she hits the ground. You can see it in the way that middle school girl never forgets when someone makes her a promise. You can see it in how that one little boy in the kindergarten class seems more comfortable in the forest on that field trip than the others.

You can see the blood of dryads in hikers who never trip over roots. You can see it in that suburban grandmother never lets any of her garden die. You can see it in that one kid who climbs a tree faster than his friends, barely looking at the branches as he goes.

You can see the blood of naiads in the way a professional swimmer seems to command the water to help them. You can see it in how a cross country runner needs a water break more often than his teammates. You can see it in the way that one girl in your class always has a water bottle on her desk.

You can see the blood of mermaids in a surfer who can be tossed around underwater for a long time without drowning. You can see it in a teenage boy who doesn’t have to pretend to be unbothered by the pressure when he races his friends to the bottom of a swimming pool. You can see it in the little girl who wades into every stream she sees on a hike without quite knowing why.

You can see the blood of sirens in people who never have a problem with getting people to date them. You can see it in that soprano who can hit notes most of her fellows can only dream of. You can see it in the camp counselor who all the straight girls have a crush on, who can play guitar and sing better than any of the others.

You can see the blood of shapeshifters in the way an actor adjusts their personality to become their character with scary accuracy. You can see it in the subconscious, barely noticeable changes a tween girl’s eyes make to match her outfit better. You can see it in the way you always lose that one friend in a crowd if you’re not careful, because he’s just too good at blending in.

People who carry the blood of werewolves don’t change with the full moon anymore, but you can still see it in the way your best friend always knows something is wrong, though even they don’t know they’re smelling the changes in your body chemistry. You can see it in the way that one guy always seems to eat more than the reasonable amount of red meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You can see it in the way that one werido never has a problem when the teacher turns off the lights before a PowerPoint presentation because her eyes adjust quicker and better than yours.

The blood of supernatural creatures may have mostly faded away. But if you look closely, you can still see it.

#writer