The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terror💋

✨LOVE IS DEAD & SO AM I🔪✨ Follow my Insta; Dark_sdeofthemoon Aspiring writer/poet. 🤘🏼🌙🖤🥀

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I wish I could feel what I felt that day again.

The very first day I met you, like my heart was beating for the very first time,

and now my ribs are just a cage, and my heart is just a muscle.

[gruvia-nalu-gajevy-jerza]

Lucy: *gets kidnapped*

Natsu: *Saves Her*

Levy: *almost killed*

gajeel: *protects her*

Juvia: *gets sad*

Gray: *cheers her up*

Erza:………

Jellal: i have a fiancee

Erza: well, fuck you too

[lulz-time]

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Watch: George Carlin spoke the truth about pro-lifers in 1996 — and it’s still being proven today.

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Anti-woman. Period.

[dilatoryteen]

me: hello darkness my old friend

darkness: I don’t know her

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In very rare circumstances it is possible to see a full 360 degree rainbow from an airplane

[sealedbeastnue]

target locked. firing lesbian ray

[love]

Up (2009)

[antifainternational]

We are sharing some of our favourite gifs each day this month for Antifa International’s fifth anniversary. Today: Nazi monuments being destroyed after the defeat of Nazi Germany.

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If this offends you 😊 unfollow me 😊

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And a note to confederates: these monuments weren’t kept because this was “history”. These monuments celebrated horrible things and we BLEW THEM UP.

[cats-on-cocaine]

[solrah]

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Sometimes I want to reach out to them.

And remind them that I’m still here

With all the pain they left me with

Then I remember

They know I’m here

Alone in my hurt

And they don’t care.

Sometimes I don’t know what hurts more

The past or the reel that plays in my head

Again and again

It’s like I don’t belong there

Or here

And I become homesick for a home I don’t have

A part of me wants to move on

Another part of me cannot forget

Because at least this time I know how it ends

There are no surprise visits to my room

No surprise blades invading my skin

Or hands plaguing my skin

At least at night

When I have to relive it all

It’s a film I’ve seen before

Even if I hate the ending

And I ask myself at what point does the same thing stop breaking your heart

Then I remembered as long as I breathe

And as long as I remember it will continue to take and take

For how do I grieve the loss of someone who is still alive?

How do I grieve about the things that are now lost?

This sadness overwhelms me. It is silent.

And the loudest voice in my head.

My grief. My hurt. So painfully discreet I don’t sob or wail.

I’m just a wound that never heals.

I’m an ocean filled with rage.

At what could have been. What never was. And what is.

I am a reflection of their crimes. I look in the mirror

I begin to cry

Afraid of my worst fear coming true.

Everyone seeing what I see

Everyone seeing me the way I see myself.

Seeing nothing but a shell, a record book of all they’ve done.

Becoming uglier and uglier with time.

Tear stained cheeks, permanently etched on.

Seeing that I’m never enough.

For them.

For myself.

For the universe.

They never apologized to me for hurting me.

But I’ve apologized a hundred times for being angry about it.

That’s all I do.

I say sorry a lot.

Because I feel it a lot.

Apologizing for my presence.

Apologizing for my pain.

Apologizing for trying.

Apologizing for surviving.

Apologizing for still smiling.

Apologizing for still laughing.

Apologizing for still believing.

Apologizing for still breathing.

I feel so deeply that even when I feel nothing,

I feel if all.

And I’m sorry for that too.

[abyssal-corrosion]

i tried

i took the pills i was given

i went to the hospital

i tried to get better

i tried to forget you

i tried to forgive you

i pretended it never happened

i changed everything about myself

but you left a stain on me

and it’ll never go away

no matter how much i try

[virginiewoolf]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

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by euphemia.stokefield

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