J U N E B U G🌼

[growasmileforawhile-deactivated]

[imm0bulus-blog]

I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out

I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.

[gr9--gatsby]

If you can’t reblog this, I pity you as a human being.

[sockiepie-deactivated20170426]

;~;

[ask-doctor-jadusable-deactivate]

[blood-blossom]

This is sickening. This is why I fuckin hate most anons. Most are just pure assholes. Bullies. But I realized something. They only hate on others cause their life is miserable. So they make others miserable to try and be happy. They need something to vent their pain on

[bongsausage]

No…..I will always Reblog this….This just isn’t right

[rayyyyofsunshineeeee]

if you don’t reblog shame on you..

[circasim]

So honestly think twice, and even actually think way moooooore than twice before sending anon hate and ending up being a cyber murderer…

[pixelunivairse]

[ladyhayny]

Okay, I never reblog things, but this? people have no excuse to be treating others like that, nothing can justify your terrible actions, you horrible people, I feel so mad at those assholes.. I mean come on! The world would be a better place if you kept your shitty opinions for you, it’s not my fault if you’re an asshole but at least you could keep it for yourself instead of making the world an ugly place….

[wisepineapple]

reblog this. reblog.right.NOW

[noticeeverything-saynothing-dea]

Please don’t take your life because some anonymous asshole told you that you were ugly. The reason they had to stay anonymous is because they are scared of you.

[delicious-ticklish-guys]

Is there any way for tumblr to find the people behind all these anons????? They could be complicit in a murder! Charge them!

[twomario-deactivated20190321]

Just… Wow.

This is such a sad way to remind us how fatal the words can be..

[futuristicallysassytragedy]

If you have EVER EVER done this to someone I want you the fuck off my blog and the fuck off this site, because there is no place for you in this fucking world, and there is certainly no place for you here

[songbird7447]

You know all those people who said she ugly ARE the ugly one. Inside and outside. There also murdermers. They deserve to die in hell in the most horrible way and I wish they will die in the most horrible way in the world. And I’m sure the poor girl was beautiful and an amazing person. So you now what

FUCK YOU ANONS!!

[fan-art-maker]

always reblog

[goddess-of-the-gay-unicorns-dea]

Congratulations anons, you just took away a families life having their baby die. How? Everyone is crushed that their child has gotten bullied and because of it they’re not living anymore. That person could have helped you so much in the future but you threw away that chance! You have invented a new kind of stupid a damage you can never undo kid of stupid an open all the cages at the zoo kinda stupid! Truly you didn’t thing it through kind of stupid

[sass41]

Please reblog this. This is very important.

[yunayin35]

…

[ruby-haitay-deactivated20181223]

…..

[toku-zaki]

…………i….miss….it…

[whisperingwillowss]

Why should I apologize?

Why should I grieve?

After all these years

You're expectin' me to grovel at your feet?

I only got one last thing to say

'Fore I leave;

Fuck you

Your lies,

And your idiocracy.

[whisperingwillowss]

Vaulted Storm

Hit me, go ahead,

Bowl me over,

Apologize,

Repeat;

Cycling, cycling,

Neverending;

Shriek in rage,

Punch the wall,

It's just what you do,

So I'll just deal;

No tears to see here,

'Cause they're inside,

Rainin' down in my vault,

It's steely doors

Always keep the storm

Locked in.

[whisperingwillowss]

Delete

Go head, delete me,

I'll tell you all my dreams

Whilst you lie asleep;

Can't run away when I can sway

Along to this song

That's forever heard

No matter where or when,

No matter the walls,

I'm hauntin' you now,

You're screamin' out,

Beggin' me to leave you be,

But baby, I want you

To feel the pain you dealt

Upon me.

[whisperingwillowss]

This blog is pointless, ha.

[whisperingwillowss]

Poor guy got beat to death with a stick. (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)

[whisperingwillowss]

A Gasoline Smothered Room

(If you think there’s any other tw tags I can add, please, do tell.)

Roaring, scathing fire; it licks at your flesh; licks at your hair; licks at your bandages; licks at your baggy attire. You do not flee from its smoldering clutches; do not hesitate within your action of holding still, playing dead, such as a possum might if it were threatened.

The flames speak such kind words; sing such beauteous lullabies. They leave marks and compliments along your flesh, your flesh of snow. The inferno of brilliance dances about, similarly to the shadows that once pranced along the walls of your cell; your cell, which, in reality, is merely your bedroom. Your bedroom that you smothered with gasoline, that you then took a match to. They started as a spark; a spark that erupted into a volcanic blaze, a blaze that, further more, festered, into a mighty oak of heat; a pure firestorm, reigning into this realm from hell’s pits, those of which farthest from the sun’s graceful light.

Tears slip down your cheeks; snot bubbles and drips down to your lips; your bandages are smeared in crimson, having blossomed from the myriad of cuts beneath the once pristine material; your clothes fade into flickering ash and smoke, that rises, pounding against the ceiling of your prison. Smog fills your lungs in smooth tendrils, curling inside the organ as it stutters, reaching out for fresh air; the pure kind, rich with the otherworldly scents of nature, of which you haven’t breathed since you were a mere babe. A babe that knew freedom; a babe that knew peace; a babe that felt no pain coursing, running a ten mile race through its veins.

The world begins to twist, curling around itself as memories embrace your eyes, your mind; memories of health, of happiness; a bittersweet joy, a teary goodbye; a daily compliment on the fly; a kiss, tinged with gin and wine; the fur of a dog, sidled up against a frigid body; a mother’s love; a father’s approval; a lover’s loss; a friend’s betrayal.

You think of them; of those children who beat you, beat you to the ground, beat you till you bleed from each pore and then some. You think of how happy they would feel if they knew, they knew you were burning into ash; a self-cremation. Yes, that’s all you’re doing; you’re cremating your body to make it all the easier for the few people who do care; for those who’ll miss you. But you know. You know; and the pain that settles within your charring bones only adds on to the blissful numbness you feel. There is no one that shall grieve; no one that shall weep; no one that shall leave roses and petunias and tiger lilies at your gravestone; no one. Not a singular soul. They all shall feel joy upon your cremation; upon hearing the news of your impending doom. They all shall laugh and sing and dance and prance about; a celebration will be held upon your death; a celebration filled with candies and cakes; wines and rums, with punches and grape juices for the children. You laugh; a throaty, bubbling sound that builds, climbs, soars, till it becomes a hoarse chuckle, one that sputters into an aching cough. You take deep breaths, catching as much of the wafting reek and wrangling it down, into your lungs. In, out, in, out, in, out. A cycle of hacks and fumey faults as your lungs struggle with each breath. In, out, in, out, in, out. Your heart whimpers and spits, hardly putting up a fight, as its already lost the battle; the war against flame. Memories jog, before bursting into sprints through your senile mind, attempting to catch up, to show you each and every merry and doleful, irate and terror-struck, repugnance and begrudge filled scene from your history; your lifetime. Each and every emotion comes crashing through; comes pounding through your veins, surging into your muscles; the urge to shriek, to call out over encumbers you, however, you do not succumb to the urge. The urge to breathe; to live; to survive.

The fiery vibrance about you engulfs the room entirely; it claws and chews at the wood, spitting at the ceiling and floor before beginning to devour each and every material, each and every object within your sights. The flames once hesitant nips to your flesh volatilely shift into callous snaps of their maw; steadily, they begin to ravage you. Noshing your flesh of snow; swallowing your copper curls; ingesting your raggedy raiment, your soiled bandages; feeding upon your mind, upon your memories, both sterling and execrable.

Time freezes; the firestorm that consumes you and your home, your belongings, halts in its feeding frenzy. A scream; a shout; a shriek; a cry; a wail. Each echoes about, ricocheting off of the flames till they reach your ears. You recognize each; the scream from a friend; the shout belonging to a neighbor; the shriek escaping a co-worker; the cry fleeing a young boy; the wail splitting from your lover. And then, time plays. A surge of vibrance; a phoenix, unfolding its glorious wings and soaring into the heavens’ and back, making a pit stop at hell. Just like that, everything’s gone. Your friend, your neighbor from across the hall, your co-worker who’s just a cubicle over, the young boy that delivers the paper, your lover who brought a bouquet of roses and petunias and tiger lilies, your apartment, and you. The phoenix licks at the few remains of what once was, before tearing off, in search of another victim, or perhaps a set, for its collection. A collection of souls; of pain; of agony; of suicide. All to be brought on by a gasoline smothered room, with a match taken to it.

[whisperingwillowss]

Drew an icon for myself—

(added effects on Instagram)

[chase-brody-protection-squad]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 1ST Y'ALL ;)͘

[chase-brody-protection-squad]

IT’S THE FIRST DAY OF HALLOWEEN

[galatical-jellyfish]

ITS STILL THE 30TH FOR ME WAIT PL EASE

[chase-brody-protection-squad]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

[e-m-y-m-o-deactivated20191008]

I HAVE 4 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES

H O L D U P-

[chase-brody-protection-squad]

*throws candies everywhere*

H A L L O W E E N

[chase-brody-protection-squad]

TOO LATE

I ALREADY CHANGED MY WALLPAPER, NO TURNING BACK NOW

[mirrored-calamity]

You fools, it’s been halloween since September 1st!

[chase-brody-protection-squad]

YOU COMPLETELY RIGHT

HALLOWEEN STARTED THE MOMENT LAST CHRISTMAS ENDED

[whisperingwillowss]

A Demon’s Baggage

I've got Baggage That no one wants To help me Take care of; 'Cause bein' a Demon Ain't breezy, No, it ain't Easy, So while you Fly off with your Pretty perfect Wings, I'll stay grounded Before sinking, Slowly, Down, down, down, Into the dark Of hell's frigid Cells.

[whisperingwillowss]

Painfully Relaxed

I got hit

In the head

By a metal stall door,

But my skull

Has endured

Far worse;

And although it stings,

I've known

Greater pains,

So I'll keep

My mouth

Zipped tight,

Despite

Your dismay.

[whisperingwillowss]

Autumn Flame

Everything burns

Within,

Hot as fire,

On my lips

As the words slither

From my mind

And into

My throat,

Bouncing off my

Tongue

Out,

Into the crisp

Fall air.

[whisperingwillowss]

Catch Me

I can't tell

If this spell I've cast

Is truly working,

Or if its backfired

And is pushing back against me.

All I know is this pain,

This fiery remorse within,

Is slowly and steadily

Shoving me towards the edge!

And now I've reached the brink

Of my sanity,

And I'm about to fall off the verge;

There's no one there

To catch me

At the bottom of this

Ravine,

So I guess this is farewell

As I have no wings to spread.

So when I land

With a sickening

Snap

You'll know it's too late

As red will spread

All over this bed

And we'll all have fallen

Dead.

[whisperingwillowss]

Forgettable

People say that I'm just the kid

That's merely overlooked,

But I know, in reality,

It's just that I'm easily forgettable.

I'm the kid that'll be in a garage band,

But no one will notice nor even care

Because at the end of the day

I'll still be the only member there.

I'm just the kid that people think about

At the back of their mind,

Before their memories of me

Are pushed aside;

Cast away

Like a mutt,

Tossed into an alley

And replaced.

I'm just the kid that you cannot recall

And I won't blame you if you've forgotten

Who I am, or what I do,

Because if I were you

I would, too.

[whisperingwillowss]

Wandering Paranoia

I'm as curious as a kitten,

Yet I'm as cautious as a victim;

I'm as relaxed as a cat,

Yet my brain still sparks with fret.

I think something

Is utterly, horribly, cruelly

Wrong with me.

I can't seem to figure it out,

Can't seem to piece it together,

Yet I know, I know

Something is missing,

There's a piece of the puzzle that I am

That's gone and I can't quite seem to find it

No matter where I search,

High nor low.

I wonder where it went,

I wonder where to go

As all the lights fade away

And I'm left here all alone.

Yet again.

I fear that you'll leave me

If I get too close;

I worry that you'll ignore me

If I tell you too much;

I fret over you

Because I can't bear to lose someone else.

I'm sorry if I'm invasive

Or annoying, at best,

But I can't help this paranoia

That lays thickly in my head.

[whisperingwillowss]

Just One More

There's a pain in chest;

An ache in my soul;

My mind shrieks and weeps

As it beats against my skull.

I need just a sip,

Maybe one or two more;

I promise this'll be the last,

But maybe I could have just one more.

You don't understand

These sorrows of mine,

Ones that hold me captive,

Keep me awake at night.

I need this right now,

Just, please, please, please,

I need the sweet release

Of this, oh, so refreshing,

Unrefrigerated and all too sour

Drink.

[whisperingwillowss]

Me and You

I wrote a poem

Of you and me,

But I'm uncertain,

Can't you see?

I question and question,

The hours droning on

As I continue to ponder.

My mind speaks,

Tells me the truth;

If you read it, you'd lie

And toss it away.