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[blonde317]

✨Writing pages of a story only to end up erasing them✨

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “How did you not know that was illegal?!”

Person B: “To be fair, human morals can be very confusing.”

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes your world shakes so hard, it’s difficult to imagine that everyone else isn’t feeling it too.”

— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

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[yabookquote]

“I’m under absolutely no obligation to make sense to you.”

— Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

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“My heart longs to be feasted upon; my soul yearns to be marked. Love me wholesomely until I’m numb. Love me platonically until I do not want to feel anything else except what you give me. I am exhausted to the core from watching from afar. You can make me feel something. You can make me feel nothing else.”

-Margaret Mae

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Okay but, the line, “When you’re sixteen going on seventeen just *waiting* for life to start,” from The Sound of Music…it really kind of applies to many adolescents youth. You’re so young, there’s things you want to do once you get out of high school, but for now you just kind of wait for your life to start and hope you don’t die before then because…not a ‘what a little life,’ but you have to reach your full potential first. Life is good, but you wait for the next chapter to start while trying to enjoy your childhood/teenage years, but you also want to know what’s next but aren’t ready for it. But it’s coming. Sooner than you think. You’re on the brink of adulthood. You want things to stay the same, but in some aspects, you yearn for a change.

[euphorhea]

[wordfather]

me, managing to write one (1) coherent sentence:

[fuwaprince]

US Helplines:

Depression Hotline: [phone]

Suicide Hotline: [phone]

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: [phone]

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail [email protected]

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: [email protected]

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 [email protected]

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: [email protected]

b-eat youthline (for under 25’s with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: [email protected]

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail [email protected]

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: [phone]

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868

FREE 24/7 suicide hotlines:

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

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(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

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Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

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[uie-deactivated20230402]

ALWAYS REBLOG WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEASE; ITS SO MUCH MORE THAN IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY AND EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT SEE THIS IN THE SAME LIGHT, SOMEONE MIGHT. INFACT YOU REBLOGGING THIS COULD STOP SOMEONE TAKING THEIR LIFE TONIGHT.

[kitten--aesthetics-blog]

I noticed there isn’t one here for Ireland, so

Irish free suicide helpline: 01-116 123

[thescientificviolist]

last time i reblogged this, i got this ask:

so please, please reblog. this could actually save a life.

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Commas and dashes 🥺✨💕

[person-1n-progress]

Prompts To Hurt Your Characters

1. “You are the reason I’m still here.”

2. “I’m bleeding.”

3. “It won’t stop.”

4. “You don’t understand.”

5. “We are not the same.”

6. “Something has to be done about this.”

7. “I’m tired of cleaning up your messes.”

8. “You are just boring.”

9. “It was all a big joke.”

10. “I will always be better than you.”

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A murder mystery where every character believes themselves to be responsible for the death, and tries their best to cover it up.

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Her heart was hollowed out by rough, callused hands. Crescent moon carvings were left in the organ. Under his fingernails sat little puddles of deep red blood, seeping into his skin, becoming one with his bloodstream. Her eyes were dimming as the rosy tint under her skin faded.

He mistook his love for lust, thus leading to that evenings event. As he cradled her heart in his hands, something in that confused little mind of his clicked. He never loved her. He never wanted to spend his life with her. He never cared about her in an emotional way. If he did, the thought of causing any harm to her would make him sick. That’s how he knew it was lust-not love. It was never love.

Her heart was then thrown on the ground, dirt clinging to it, hiding in every crevice. Because true love for the woman was non existent, he left her heart and corpse to rot out in the woods as he wandered home with no sense of guilt or ill feelings toward himself. He will only move onto his next victim. And the next victim will fall into his trap because she too will mistake a man’s lust for love. There are such dangers in this little game two people play. He dug out her heart because he told her he needed it. She allowed it because they were both deceived.

She thought if she gave him what he wanted, he would never leave her, that he would love her forever.

Animals and bugs find her body and feed off her. Maggots fly around her, breathing in her stench.

-Margaret Mae

[blonde317]

Writing Prompt!

I like the water - the glistening of it when the sun rises, the cold frost it becomes when snow pours down. Sighing, I dip my feet inside, the water rippling out from the impact. Just as I’m about to slide in completely, something brushes up against my feet.

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Pressed Flowers

I cut myself off from my stems

I allowed myself to stop blossoming into what I was created to be

I left my roots to rot and die

I squeezed myself between the pages of your life

I left stains on the page but never sentences

No, not even a word

You took me out from between the pages and studied me

You decided that I had become too ugly to be worth your time

I put myself in that book for you

I left my flowers, my roots, my sunlight, my water

My only sources of nutrients

I did it all for you

But you decided you didn’t like pressed flowers

-Margaret Mae

[blonde317]

Writing Prompt!

I walk forward, despite myself, my feet falling on the rough soil. The world around me grows dark as the sun disappears behind a valley of clouds. My feet stop abruptly, not sure which way to turn. From behind me, I hear a noise, the crunching of twigs that can only be done by another set of feet. My heart drops.