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[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

[writing-reigns-deactivated20200]

reblog to save a writer 

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Reblog because the titles for each category are comedy gold.

[fierceawakening]

Most of the time, said is fine.

But this is the funniest shit ever.

[soiknowwhentoduck]

Useful, and also hilarious

[heartofasuperhero]

“I love you because you’re the only one I saw a future with like an actual detailed future sure I’ve planned a future with others but none were more than a “yea maybe one day” or it was just as friends but with you I had it planned. I see us in our front porch smoking cigarettes as our kid plays in the sand cause you know we got to buy a beach house cause that’s your favorite place. I see us at our kids games rooting in the stadium and we root for them. So yes I planned it all. I love you because you know how much of an ass I am and yet you still stood by me. I made a shit ton of mistakes and you were there then even though u should’ve left. I love you because you know who I am and it still never scarred you away. You taught me things about myself and about the world that I will never forget. You helped me become sober, you helped me with my self harm and never got mad when I fucked up. I love you because of the way you look at me and that look is what I want to see every damn day of my life along with your smile and laugh that made me fall so hard for you. When I lay in my bed I think of the empty spot next to me and how it use to hold your warmth I think of how you clung to my T shirt collar because it made you feel safe. I think of how it’s hard to look at your blanket because it shouldn’t be on my bed it should be on yours for when you couldn’t stay the night. I think of how my avengers blanket use to hold you and now it lays in my bed to remind me of your warmth. I look at my dog and hear her whine when I say “mom” and knows she feels the same as I do about you being gone. I hate doing the dishes now cause those were the moments that you wrapped your hands around my waist and kissed my neck but now I want to shatter every dish that I hold. I can’t go down my recently watched movies on Netflix because it has all the movies that you had me watch. I hate when I have to shower because you aren’t in there with me putting our hair in funky ways and laughing. I hate half my clothes because you wore most of them. I hate that red and black jacket most because the only memory I have of it is the night we walked to the store to get apple cider and it was raining and that was the night I knew I wanted to marry you but I don’t get that future anymore and you were the only one that made me second guess what I wanted in the future cause I don’t believe in marriage but with you I’ll think twice and I don’t want a future but if your going to be by my side then I’m okay with facing it. So if you want to know why I love you here’s the thing i love you and because I do I can’t tell you why because if I could I guess it wouldn’t be love but I know when I think of myself with someone I think of you and when I think of my future I think of you and I would give anything up but only if you were going to be by my side holding my hand the whole time and I know this isn’t a good enough answer but it’s what I got. My heart has belonged to you since the day I meet you and I know I haven’t shown it well and I’ve fucked up a lot in the past but I’m trying I’m trying my hardest for you because running is what I’m good at but I’m here I’m still here and my heart still belongs to you.”

—

[maxwelldpoetry]

“The sun set on what I thought would last forever, and I smiled. Not a happy smile, a bitter smile full of the same darkness that shrouded everything else. And then I cried unceremoniously. I cried for the dreams that would never reach their potential. I cried for the flowers of love I grew with you that would soon die, just like the little hope I had left that you would stay. I cried for the future that would become nothing more than fanciful nostalgia-laced metaphors in pieces like this one – and then I didn’t. I didn’t do much of anything, really. Didn’t sleep very much – the dreams of you made waking up a nightmare. Didn’t eat very much either – unfortunately, my appetite was around only a little more often than you were, which wasn’t very often at all. Things change, things change, things really change. A home can no longer be one with just a few words or even none at all. You can share so much with someone – dreams, hopes, secrets, skin – and end up sharing nothing but silence in the end. Things change, and things changed between us for the worse. And yes, I learned my fair share of lessons from it. And yes, I’d be better prepared to love – or not love – next time. And yes, I’d be okay in the end, but there was nothing beautiful about it. There was nothing beautiful about breaking, no matter how elegant the poems formed from my pieces were. There was nothing beautiful about losing you.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (03/15/2019)

[writer-who-cant-write]

Love is everything I thought it was, and everything I thought it wasn’t. Love is singing me to sleep, even though you can barely hold your eyes open. Love is talking to keep your nightmares away. Love is calling at 5am when you’re in tears, and staying while you cry so you don’t have to be alone. Love is jealousy, and possessiveness. Love is over protective and over bearing and “call me when you get there so I know you’re safe”. Love is feeling insecure about the girl you’ll forever be attached to, and hoping that you mean it when you say you want me, not her. Love is screaming at each other, only to apologize hours later, hoping for forgiveness. Love is blind. Love is “when was the last time you ate baby?” and “have fun, stay safe”. Love is punching walls because you pissed me off and ignoring me for days because I said something wrong. Love is trusting and always there. Love is talking about dreams and the future we want. Love is in your dreams about me and you, about kids we may or may not have. Love is bad addictions and a shitty past. Love is full of ups and downs. Love is in your smile, and the blush that follows when I point it out. Love is understanding, and the willingness to do anything for each other. Love is promises, half of them broken. Love is picking out names for our future kids while we look at tattoos we might wanna get. Love is jokes and funny faces until I laugh again. Love is obsessive. Love is “I can’t be without you” and “I promise I’ll never leave”. Love is in the way your eyes change color. Love is in the way your ears turn red when I make you blush, and your hatred for glitter. Love is birthday gifts we’ve yet to give, and the voice messages we’ve sent. Love is sending each other songs and kissing each other’s scars. Love is hugs from behind, and frustrating secrets because you think I need to be protected. Love is cuddles and forehead kisses. Love is arguing about things that don’t matter. Love is refusing to talk but staying on the phone anyway because I asked you to. Love is distracting you from your panic attacks until you’re calm again. Love is petty fights about things we won’t remember the next day. Love is answering when I get fucked up and call you, and staying to make sure I fall asleep. Love is crying into my pillow case when you fuck up, but spending the whole next day with you, because I missed you. Love is drinking to forget your name, but only succeeding in forgetting my own. Love is letting you yell when you get drunk, and staying anyway. Love is knowing I can talk to you about anything, and calling before I fall asleep. Love is “you’re my everything”. Love is your willingness to teach me about everything you love. Love is listening to you talk just to watch the way your face lights up. Love is patient, and willing to wait. Love is “I got you, baby. Just breathe” and “I wish you were here in my arms”. Love is choosing you, always choosing you, no matter the circumstances. Love is pictures of your dogs, because you know I love them. Love is “call me if you need me”. Love is no regrets, and “I’d do it all again” despite everything that went wrong. Love is complicated, and addicting, and never ending. Love is stubborn. Love is in the boy with the tired eyes and easy smile, who always says “I’m fine”, even when it’s a lie. Love is suffocating, but without it I can’t breathe. Love is infuriating, and it’s never easy, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Love is everything I never knew I needed, and taking care of each other always. Love can be too much, but I’ll never get enough. Love turned him into the person I can’t live without.

- In my experience with being in love with you, I’ve come to learn that love is everything I thought it was, and everything I thought it wasn’t

[she-who-loved]

a goodbye.

1. it was hard when I realized we couldn’t text anymore; that every time i told you about my day i now could no longer do. you know nothing about me, and i know nothing about you, and we’re strangers again. is it better this way? II. i still see you every day and it still hurts knowing i can’t run up and say hi like i used to. now all i see is the back of your head when you walk down the hall, and it’s soul crushing to know i’m the only one who’s ever looking. III. for a while i was so, so angry. all my feelings came rushing to my eyes in the form of tears, and it was dreadful. jealousy for the relationships you’ll have/had that was better than ours, anger that you even made me go through this at all. i cried and i cried until eventually i realized i didn’t want to waste my tears on something like this anymore. IV. i stare less now. sometimes i’ll still catch myself looking but i try my hardest not to. i don’t want to forget you completely, because the good memories we had were so good; but i know the more i stare, the more i’ll miss you, and my goal now is to start loving myself before anyone else. V. i know now i was not the one for you. we were so different; two different souls, stories, and lives. making it work would have taken more effort than you were willing to give, and i’ve never known myself to be lazy in that regard. VI. i still see you sometimes, it’s hard not to, and i still think about us, and the made-up scenarios i come up with late at night. i’m still angry sometimes, but i’m done wishing you’ll text me again, or look at me first, or wish that for one second you regretted everything. it’s time to move on now, to pick up my heart and go to a better place. VII. because in the end, it was always my heart. it was never yours to break.

[the-drug-addicts-diary]

“here’s to all drug addicts who chose not to get high today. you’re fucking badass.”

— 356 hours of sobriety

[lxstinrxality-blog]

““what is addiction?” 
addiction is cold sweats, hot flashes, and aching bones in the middle of the night. 
addiction is wearing long sleeves in the summer cause the withdrawals are so bad.
 addiction is canceling a trip with your bestfriend, because you cant go days without dope. 
 addiction is lying to your family when they ask where your money goes
 addiction is waiting 40+ minutes for your drug dealer to show up. 
addiction is not showing up for work because you’re dopesick
 addiction is pawning all of your things and stealing from the people you love.
 addiction is slowly losing all of your friends and not even caring enough to stop it. 
 addiction is calling your dealer at 1am because you finally got money and cant bare to feel sick any longer. 
addiction is not eating for days at a time because you’d rather buy dope than food. 
addiction is crawling on your bedroom floor looking for crumbs you may have spilled. addiction is sweating through 3, 4, even 5 layers of sheets because you couldnt get a fix before bed and now youre dope sick.
 addiction is knowing the dope is killing you but being too far gone to care.
 addiction is living everyday the same as the last because it is a never ending chase for it. addiction is neglecting everything unless it helps you get dope. addiction is doing things you never knew you were capable of because you need to get it somehow. addiction is walking past the mirror one day and feeling your heart sink when you don’t recognize the person staring back. addiction is finally seeing that the flame once burning so bright in you, went out years ago. addiction is weighing 89 pounds at the doctor, & you never even knew you got skinny.”

— addiction wont let you see how bad its gotten until you’re too far gone to care.

[cosed]

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[comedesgarcons]

honestly students with mental disorders such as depression anxiety etc that go to school should get more recognition and support, most people have no idea of what it is to have to pick yourself up every morning and attend class even when you feel like dying

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

I am so proud of each & every one of you that this post applies to. You are so much stronger, more inspirational, and more resilient than you realize or give yourselves credit for

[burnt-out-angel]

What addicts want normal people and those who love us to know

1. We are not stupid, we’re well aware of the damage. We know that what we are doing is killing us. We know that we are hurting people. We are aware of how society sees us. We know.

2. ADDICTION IS NOT ENJOYABLE. We are not “partying” or having a good time. The party ended a long time ago. We’re fucking miserable. Many of these drugs were never party drugs to begin with. It might seem fun and exciting the first week or month, but it quickly becomes a chore.

3. We don’t keep using just because we want to get high all the time. We use to not get sick and just to function normally in our daily lives. After awhile, we’re not thinking “how am I going to get high today?” We’re thinking “how will I be able to get to work today?” And then the reason we relapse is because we can’t remember surviving without it.

4. We have massive amounts of guilt, shame, and low self-esteem. We don’t need to be called “pieces of shit” and “scum junkies” because we already feel that way about ourselves every day!! The disease tells us not to care when we lie to and steal from friends and family. The disease makes us selfish. But we are human and we feel terrible about it. We aren’t psychopaths and are more than capable of feeling remorse. The more selfish acts we engage in, the worse we feel about ourselves. But we compulsively keep dragging ourselves through dirt.

5. It has absolutely nothing to do with you or anyone else. You didn’t cause it, you can’t control it, and you can’t cure it. It is no one’s fault and you did not fail as a sister/brother/mother/father/aunt/grandpa/best friend. When we lie to or steal from you or choose drugs over you, it is nothing personal. It does not mean we don’t still love you. When the disease takes over, it doesn’t necessarily want to hurt you. It just assigns everyone the same value so they are neutral/irrelevant. Someone in active addiction is stuck in a completely internal thought process that completely blocks out the existence of other people.

6. The drug is stronger than love and values like family and friendship and that’s why we’ve chosen it over you. That is the unfortunate truth. That’s why we find a higher power in recovery, because no human power or emotion can fight off the drug on its own.

7. While addiction makes us choose the drug, we NEVER chose the addiction over you. Addiction is miserable and we don’t want it. The addiction chose us.

[longliveuslove]

“there are just some people you’ll always answer, even if you haven’t spoken to them in months or years and the last time you spoke they decimated your heart, your entire being. even if they were the reason for the permanent stains on your cheeks where your dimples used to be. even if they’re the reason why you didn’t get out of bed for days on end, praying that this was somehow some nightmare you would eventually wake up from. even if it’s years later, and the wounds they had inflicted turned to scars and your smile has returned because of someone new. even if it’s 2 a.m. on a tuesday and you’ve got to be up at 6 a.m. to start your day. a day in a life where they no longer exist. you cling onto a shred of hope that maybe, just maybe that nightmare is still ongoing, that you’re going to wake up one day and he’s going to be there, looking at you with those golden brown eyes and million dollar smile telling you just how beautiful you are. when was the last time he told you that? was it before or after he took your soul? before or after he whispered sweet nothings and empty promises of forever into your ear that you desperately wanted to hear as he was more concerned with taking of your shirt than tearing down your walls. before or after he was unfaithful? before or after he came crawling back to you, head in hands, tear stained cheeks, begging for you. begging for your heart, your forgiveness. little did he know, he didn’t have to beg because he already had it. he still has it. even after all these years. even after all this time. even after all the bullshit and lies. i know he’ll never call again. i’ll never hear his voice. i’ll never tremble at his sweet caress. i’ll never not love him. i’ll always answer him, even though he’ll never want me to. even now, even after all this time.”

— i’ll always answer

[deeplifequotes]

“Life has taught me that you can’t control someone’s loyalty. No matter how good you are to them, doesn’t mean they’ll treat you the same. No matter how much they mean to you, doesn’t mean they’ll value you the same. Sometimes the people you love the most, turn out to be the people you can trust the least.”

— Trent Shelton

[uhnsaids]

““i’m just tired, you know?” she sighed. “of what?” “of everything,” she laughs. “i’m tired of falling for people who couldn’t care less about me. i’m tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve and people taking advantage of it. i tried you know? i tried not giving a fuck, to stop giving people the love they don’t even fucking deserve… but i can’t help it and i don’t think it’ll ever end.””

— excerpt from a book i’ll never write #1

[vomitingwords]

“I found it funny and terrible. And yeah, heartbreaking.” she laughed bitterly. “How can I keep on saying yes, even if I wanted to say no. How I keep on believing in so many lies even if all I wanted was to know every little bit of the truth. Maybe because I know it would hurt me so bad. To see things far from what I wanted them to be. To hear the words that would bring me back to every pain I’m always avoiding—to feel. It hurts like hell. And I am so tired of pretending that it was okay.” she looked down and finally said, “And if I continue this, it would just tear me in the end. I just realized that I deserve to say no.” she sighed showing that she’s exhausted, then she softly said, “And this time, I’ll choose to say no.”

— ma.c.a // Silently Breaking

[hayley-studies]

15 02 2016 • “They’ll call me the contender. They’ll listen for the bell, with my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell. What are you afraid of? And what are you made of?”

Notes from Hour 1 of today’s Cognitive Semantics lecture. Taking a short break now before we move on to the second half.

[studyblrworkings]

My biology EOC is in 2 days and I'm cramming so hard on this reviewing process! This class kicked my ass this semester.

[on-the-threshold-blog1]

Clear your desk. Tie up your hair. Get your coffee. Sit down, and start. Just start.