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Sometime when i am incredibly depressed i write in my diary.

Some of the lines are pretty poetic i think. They are pretty personal but worth posting i think. Feel free to add your own.

Some of my favourites are:

‘Why not slit my wrist so the gun in their hands means nothing?’

‘We are both mirrors to my mother, but we will never look the same.’

#quotes #depression #mental health #deep feelings #join in

Hi a few people have read my fan fiction on AO3 titled ‘Big Macho Cowboy’. I know a few of you quite like this work and i have received loads of positive comments and kudos on it. However in the past week i got some negative comments all from one person questioning my fic and judging it and what not. Super not cool. But i just wanted to share the comments and my replies and see what you guys thought. Some of their comments have been edited from the original that they posted but that’s fine.

So thanks. I guess because whoever you are . Wherever you are. You’re probably angry . But more than anything i’m ridiculously amused because that’s fucking hilarious.

So thanks for your time cos there’s no way i won’t be laughing at this person for at least the next month .

#roswell nm

I remember everything I felt.

I remember how the butterflies in my stomach had begun to swarm when he looked at me.

I remember when he smiled my veins would flood with fire.

I remember waking late in the morning to see him, still asleep.

I think of this every time my eyes drift shut.

Thinking of this stops me from sleeping.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember.

I wish I didn’t remember the feel of his lips against mine.

I wish I didn’t remember the stifling feeling in my lungs when he told me he loved me.

I wish I didn’t remember the way I loved him, like he was the sun and I was the flower

Always searching, admiring, craving.

But if it were not for this agony how would I ever remember that I loved him and he loved me.

I revel in everything I once felt.

#love #love poem #sorry

fandomoverfriends

How the fuck so we live in a society that tells us an immortal old man living in the sky is more realistic than the possibility of magic being real. How fucked up is that like yeah, one man who came out of nowhere created the entire fucking planet and sentience, but little people with wings that help flowers grow is crossing a line into unrealistic.

I was born in October 2003. The generation after latchkey kids (my mother) and the generation before Ipads for first birthdays. Instead I fall into a generation of confusion, a generation left in the gap between old and modern. I hope and dream that my generation will be one of change but i often find my peers in a similar state as me. We are a generation of self induced anxiety and depression. The most informed generation but the one with the least ability to cause change. And whilst I understand that thought may seem nihilistic it is no less untrue than if I was told the sky was blue. Climate change is irreversible and our governments are too busy fighting over socio political borders to notice the blinding light of hope behind our eyes slowly fading away. A generation raised to care too much in the shadow of a generation that has never cared enough. And with that I would like to thank my parents and all of our parents, thank you for killing us slowly before we ever really got the chance to live.

#thoughts #seriously though #politics #depression #my truth #climate change #climate catastrophe

fandomoverfriends

Peeta mellark deserved better.

Peeta Mellark's story is the most underappreciated in the entirety of the hunger games series, whether we talk about the books or the films.

He was abused by his mother, we don't know to what level because it doesn't go into that much detail but he was abused.

He was then put into the hunger games, the chances of him getting picked were slim, the chances of him surviving even slimmer, he never said goodbye to his family they didn't go and wish him luck the way Katniss' family did he went not knowing if would come back never being able to say goodbye.

Then he does everything in his power to stop the girl he loved having to go die there he didn't care what happened to him as long as she left, because he had nothing to go back to if she wasn't there.

He lost his leg and had to learn to walk and live with a prosthetic. All whilst pretending that he was in a relationship with the girl he wanted more than anything. They were made to have this perfect life they couldn't get rid of no matter what, the life he wanted more than anything.

Then he got thrown into the hunger games again. But the difference now was he knew that he had to keep Katniss alive he knew they needed her. Not him. Her. But he didn't care he worked as hard as he could so she could go home to her family. The pregnancy thing was the smartest thing he could do. He knew how to play the game and he played it for her.

Then he was kidnapped by the capital and was abused more so he would go on TV to get Katniss to get out of hiding.

So yeah the books and films weren't about him but damn if he wasn't one of the best characters, he knew Katniss didn't need his help and would never really ask or accept but he did it any way. He didn't care if he got nothing from her that not why he did it. He did it because she was the only person she cared about and she was the only that ever took an interest in the real him.

thebibliosphere

I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.

hadanelith

I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?

thebibliosphere

All right buckle the fuck up kids, it’s the year 2012 and I’ve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor. It’s a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. Everything. I haven’t edited a single thing in months which isn’t about vampires. I am ready, I can do this. So I open the file and notice there’s a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see I’m not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. It’ll be dead by page 24, but I don’t know that yet. I’m just editing one more vampire boner fest.

The MC is a girl who we’ll call Sue. Sue is a Good Girl™, Sue is Not Like Other Girls™, she is pale and awkward and a virgin and has somehow managed to find herself a Bad Boy™ for a boyfriend. We’ll call him Dickhead.

Now Dickhead as previously stated is a bit of dick, he tries to pressure Sue into sex because he knows she is The One™ but he loves her really so it’s okay. Except it’s not okay because Sue is a Good Girl™ and holding out till marriage which he’s fine with except he’s got such a bad case of blue balls that one night walking home an attractive stranger lures him into an alley with the words “hey stud” and he follows, dick out before she’s even finished her sentence. Well turns out that was a mistake for Dickhead because she’s a vampire, but not just any vampire, a Dick Biting Vampire. So what started out as a skeevy blow job behind a club that he’ll feel bad about in the morning, turns into him being bitten on the dick and drained of his life essence and left for dead. Except DBV fucked up and now he’s a vampire. Are you still with me? Good, cause it’s about to get weirder.

Realizing he is now an abomination, Dickhead flees, becoming a creature of the night and feeding on animals rather than humans to repent for being such an asshole in life. Sue meanwhile is heartbroken, but carries on valiantly with her life and goes to bed each night crying for the loss of her One True Love™ who she would do anything to bring back. Well guess what Sue, Dickhead never really left you! He’s been “instinctively protecting her from rapists” by hiding out on her roof and fighting hobos who try to get to her open window via the fire escape for months now. Because that’s not fucking terrifying at all.

Upon learning of his predicament and how it happened, Sue can do nothing but blame herself. Oh if only she’d let him touch her secret places, then perhaps all of this could be avoided! Meanwhile Dickhead is having another dilemma of his own, realizing too late that his vampire powers have given him super senses and now he can smell her blood and he can’t decide whether he wants to get with her or eat her. And I don’t mean in the French sense. But he is strong! And over comes his base manly vampire instincts and neither rapes not kills her. Hurrah! And this is so romantic that Sue gives it up, but not before she launches into a theory about how in all fairy tales, True Love saves the day, so maybe her magical pure vagina that has never been touched by anyone, not even her, can bring him back to life. So Dickhead being a dickhead agrees and rips her clothes off, but not before he takes one last moment to marvel at the beauty of her purity, because he will never again look on her again and know she is Pure.

If you’ve only vomited once by now, I applaud your resolve.

So they hop on the good foot and do the nasty, except she is literally so pure in spirit, her flesh burns his. And I quote you from memory because these words are burned into my soul: “her breasts bit into his hands, like crucifix nail nipples tearing at his flesh, but he did not care because he loved her so and couldn’t stop”

This phrase haunts me. I dread that it will be the last thing I think about on my death bed and my last words will literally be “god fucking dammit” as I die, carrying that mental image with me into the afterlife. My own solace is in knowing that I inflicted it on other people too, like @ahzuri who is somehow still with me after all these years.

When the magical burning sex fails to heal him and leaves her bruised, battered and broken with “a dainty blue bells of bruises around her secret flower” (I am genuinely quoting this, I could never make something as horrendous as this up without being on acid) Dickhead leaves. Yeah. Off he fucks, leaving her to the mercy of the hobos at her window, and into the night to be the true monster he really is. But wait, there’s more. Remember the dick biting vampire? Well turns out she has figured out she made him into a vampire and has also been stalking HIM and is totally jealous of Sue, so tries to kill her. But again Sues Purity saves her, because sex before marriage which was done out of True Love is not a sin, so she is still a spiritual virgin and I’ll be honest, I started drinking heavily at this point and it’s all a bit of a blur.

A fight ensues some pages later after Dickhead returns, realizing the mistake he has made. And he rescues Sue from the Dick Biter, but not before he assaults Dick Biter, and calls her a slut for luring innocent men into alleys cuts her heart out by cutting her breasts off, at which point i screamed “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU REACH THE HEART” and my brain short circuited completely and I have no idea how it ends because I realized there was 30 pages left and my soul couldn’t take it. I emailed the chief editor like ?????!!!!!!????!!!!!! and the book was immediately pulled from the work line and the author dismissed from the publishing house. Turns out she was a friend of a friend and that was how she got the manuscript past our entry levels for requirement.

And that’s the story of how an author sent me death threats for over a month because I stopped her shitty vampire porn from ever seeing the light of day. You’re all fucking WELCOME.

vickytokio

Aaaaah, I love this post! It’s been so long! Lol

It never fails to remind me of the worst fucking book I ever edited which was called The Forbidden Kiss, had an impressive 34 pages and made me forever question the publishing market

I understand how difficult it must be to be a teacher. But does that mean they should act like cunts? No. Then how come so many do? Because they have some sort of cult mentality where they believe questioning a singular teacher Menards you are attacking every teacher ever. Tell me I'm wrong.