Noelle-Anonymous

This is a blog for my writing. Poetry and other nonsense. I'm telling you now that it won't all be good. Noelle would be my penname. I try to keep fandoms out of it, but sometimes the slip in a little, so I'm sorry. This blog is meant to be fully anonymous.

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speaking of white boys

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holy shittttr

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they murdered this shit

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Vera XXXI

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A sex ed class in 1929

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this chick

she knows what’s up

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Every face in there is so priceless

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Those 3 girls in the front row

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“Mate,” Sirius yawned, pressing through the door, “We have to leave in five if we’re going to get to the church in time.” James nodded, rubbing his eyelids. “Okay. Thanks.” Sirius paused. “Do you happen to know if Lily is getting ready here or at the church?” “No idea.” James grabbed a white button up dress shirt from his closet looking over casually. “Why?” “No reason,” Sirius lied flippantly, flashing him a smile, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get my tux from my flat.” James nodded, his eyes fixed on his shirt as his hands worked the buttons through their designated holes. Sirius closed the door, and gave Peter a panicked look. “We are so fucked.” Peter let out a hard breath. “Remus said Dorcas left through the Portkey at 2 am and Lily’s wallet was on the floor of his flat so Lily had to have been with her.” "Her dress is in their closet, I saw it…" Running a hand over his face, Sirius bit down hard on his bottom lip. “Our best friend is getting married in an hour, and we have no idea where the Bride or the Maid of Honor are and her dress is still here…” “We are so fucked.” Peter groaned miserably, clutching his face.

Sneak Peek of The Next Chapter--The Rise and Fall of The Stag and The Doe; Chapter Eighty-Six— (via siriusuntiltheveryend)

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This is important to me.

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[noelle-anonymous]

There's a certain magic to December.

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everything personal♡

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[noelle-anonymous]

Fuck you for trying to write off my anguish.

Pain and anger and stress and sadness are not the same for everyone; it changes. My pain is not your pain, my stressors are not your stressors, so stop trying to fucking compare them.

Telling me there is a soldier out there in the Middle East, sweating and fearing their own death around every corner, in response to me saying, "I'm stressed out" doesn't do shit. I've never been a soldier. I've never felt that. It has no bearing on my feelings, no bearing on my emotional strength, or lack thereof. Fuck you very much for trying to invalidate my feelings.

There is no universal scale for pain that goes from getting a paper cut to being a starving child in Africa, where your pain perpetually falls in the middle. And acting like there is, only furthers the pain. It alienates people. Why open up, why ask for help, when everyone is always pointing out that there is someone out there who has it much worse than you?

People are always told that there is someone out there worse off than you. But guess what? Depression strikes without warning and without prejudice. It strikes the rich, the poor, the fortunate, and the unfortunate. It doesn't hit one country more than another. It attacks without thought or planning.

When you say, "but there's someone out there who has it worse than you," to try to comfort someone, what you are doing is silencing them. You're saying they don't matter because their suffering doesn't reach the apex of some archaic form of measurement for grief. You're saying, fuck you, you're not miserable enough to warrant my help.

And yet people wonder why the suicide rate is so depressingly high.

~Noelle

12/2/13

[noelle-anonymous]

Does everyone feel their emotions as much as I do?

      Because if they do, how do they live?

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i wonder the same thing. my family is always telling me i have too many emotions. telling someone they have too many emotions is like saying they have to many eyelashes, its kinda stupid i think haha.

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[noelle-anonymous]

If I could give you a visual of how it felt like for me to be sad,

It would be an explosion.

Because that's what my insides feel like

When I want to cry.

~Noelle

11/27/13