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Greetings, fellows

Yes, I’m still alive...at least parts of me are, I guess?

I’ve been questioning the definition of “me” for a while ‘cause I’m really struggling to describe sometimes. Isn’t every being supposed to be different, to be unique?

Then why does the word “I” feel more like a mix of the people around me, like a mere creation of society? Doesn’t blending in with the enviorment mean that I’m losing parts of my “original character”, bit by bit? Doesn’t it mean that the “me” right now is not the true me? Is there even a true, real self? What will be left, if you take away the things given or influenced by others like hobbies, interests, things that you love or hate. What will be left of “you”, of “me”?

To be honest, I stopped trusting myself with things that I enjoy ‘cause I’ll always get the feeling that it’s not me, happily chatting over it but someone else. I feel like I’m just adadapting to those around me, blending in to be able to talk to them. I’ve changed characters so many times these past days, going from cheerful to reliable, from bossy asshole to cheeky friend.

The last few weeks have shown me just how much I’m swinging between moods depending on my surroundings, it’s kinda scary...

I’m scared of the day that I’ll wake up and don’t know who “I” am anymore. Is there even a “me”?

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It's been almost three months since I've left and I had a amazing time in Ireland till now but I'm already looking forward to meet all of them again ^°^

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I really miss you, buddy. See you in three months >.<

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What is wrong with humans? Do they always need to fight? Do they need to scream at each other?

I was stressed over the last weeks because of my exams and now that I can finally relax, my little brother needs to behave like a dick, screaming at my parents, telling them to go to hell, to stop being a part of his life. What has gone wrong in this family? What have we done wrong by raising him?

There's nobody who's able to reach him because he's not listening to anything we say. He won't even talk to me. What should I do? It's like my family is breaking apart...

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Others: Look at that, isn't my horse cute? He's always looking into the camera.

Me (trying to take a good picture of mine and ends up with this):

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I can't really eat normal these days because I always fell sick after eating or even while eating...

But chocolate? HELL YA. I would kill for some of that stuff right now and I will probably never get sick of it. Who cares about eating healthy, looks like sweets are all I need xD

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Behind my inner door

To my parents

Don't you think it's enough for me to feel ashamed about what happened?

Don't you think me beating myself up because of the mistakes I've made is enough?

Yes? Then why are you still trying to make me regret everything I've ever done? Why are you listing of everything that had gone wrong, making me feel useless and miserable.

Will it help to yell at me? Will it help to call me abnormal?

Can't you hear my regrets, can't you hear my apologies?

I'm sorry, that I'm not normal like everyone else. I'm sorry, that I'm not able to provide mistakes from happening. That I can't really concentrate in some situations, that I'm not independent enough. That I can't be as good as others. That I sometimes destroy things because I'm not able to do it right.

I'm sorry, that I can't be who I'm supposed to be. Good in school, nice, intelligent and if that's not possible, than at least less strange.

But don't worry, I'm not going to stick around for long anymore. Give me a half year and I will be gone.

Good Luck

PS: To the parents out there, listen to their kids even if they are supposed to be young adults. Don't yell at them for making mistakes, that isn't going to change a thing. It will make your child fell worthless, insecure and those feelings will slowly destroy it until there is nothing left.

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The flower girl

Have you ever heard of the girl in the white dress,

who got stabbed in her chest?

A crimson red flower over her breasts turning colours from red to black.

Her body gets colder and colder, like ice.

And her eyes are losing their light,

leaving only darkness inside.

The people wonder, what happend to her.

They watch her, trying to find what had stopped her.

Blindly searching for answers.

But she’s getting worse,

almost falling apart,

because no one could see the crimson rose in her heart.

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No light inside a beast’s soul

Darkness calls upon the lands of the living,

it’s screaming, it’s crying, revenge it is seeking.

Build like a wolf is it’s body.

Like fire but dark as the night it was born, is it’s fur.

It’s fangs are as long as a swordsman’s blade.

It’s eyes tha colour of the blood that it drinks.

Red as a bird’s crushed wings.

It kills and slaughters the hunman kind,

without stopping untill the night.

But after the sun has left the sky,

you can see the pain in it’s soul.

This pitiful thing inside the monstors heart.

It’s crying inside the dark.

It will lead to destruction, it will lead to death.

Till it is released to the heavens aboth.

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More Psychology Facts Here

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That's so true, works with me :3

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It will go down!

Red as blood falls rain from the sky.

The angels are crying in heaven.

You can feel their pain, their suffer, their hate.

It shall rule the world and never fade.

And down on earth the human is dying,

They drown in mud, they go in vain.

While the angels are crying in heaven.

The human heart trembles facing their hate.

It shall rule the world and never fade.

Colours are fading, followed by dying trees

Their leaves turn black, vanishing in the wind.

A storm is destroying the world of the plants,

While the angels are crying in heaven.

This is how the world will go down.

First the humans, with destruction and force.

Followed by the plan living on earth.

And ending in ashes and fire.

While angels are crying in heaven.

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Human: Destruction of Earth

Break their bones, cut their flesh

show them a blink of death.

Burn their hair, rip off their skin

so that darkness may win.

Screams and smoke are covering heaven,

where the angels are watching,

resting on clouds.

They're looking down as the humans suffer, smiling with dark cold eyes.

Horror and slaughter,

let the sword rule the world.

Let them drown in blood,

let them scream and cry.

They may go down in pain,

just like their lovely planet,

for the the things they've done to earth.

And aboth all that darkness the angels shall watch.

Their white wings are open, their voices singing.

As they greet fallen souls in heaven.

Now listen, my child.

Go cherish the natur and protect the earth.

And you shall be saved in heaven.

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REBLOG IF YOURE MAD THAT MAGNUS CHASE IS JUST A TRIOLOGY

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Really sad actually

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the three adhd moods

can’t do it because im bored and nothing is interesting

can’t do it because im overwhelmed and im one slightly dissapointed glance away from crying for the next week

can’t do it because this one thing has had my full entire attention for the past three days and i think ive gotten two hours of sleep in that time and my blood has been replaced with coffee

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The Truth in a Tale

Ceberus’ breath on her back, in her head,

as red as roses her cheeks.

Their fur as black as a night without moon, their claws are bloody from slaughter.

Their eyes are burning in anger and vain, 

longing for her, his daughter.

With her father’s final breath before death, the hunt was opend to catch her.

The first thing she heard was their howling, their fangs were the second she saw.

Her body was frozen as soon as she felt their claws in her hair.

She remembered a tale about the hounds of hell, a warning to ignore their glare.

And soon after turning her head to see the eyes of her fate,

a terrible scream rose from her lips to the heavens above

and the beast sliced her body in half,

killing her in behalf of her father.

So remember well, you kids in the world, to never ignore someone’s tale,

or you might end like she did instead

because sometimes there might have truth in their trail.

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me: *impulsively tells someone a fucked up thing about myself*

them: that doesn't sound healthy

me: yeah lol

me: *thinks about what i told them for 5 hours*

me: why the fuck

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A Werewolfs tortured Soul

There ones was a creature that hidden in darkness. The humans, they feared it like death. They called it evil, a monster, a thief. They trembled by hearing its cry.

Rumours were spreading through the lands, of a beast as tall as a horse. It has fur as dark as the night where it hides, Eyes glowing like ice cold stars. Its fangs are as sharp as the blade of a sword. Their purpose is killing, to slaughter the living. To make sure that nobody lasts. They hunted it down to make use of its skin, to decorate themselves with its head. So that everyone knows who killed the beast, who saved the humans at last. But in their greed nobody noticed that inside its body a human soul was laying in sleep. It were his cries, they heard in their sleep, the pain of a tortured man. Abandoned by his own kind to live in the woods, the life of a hunted beast.