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Who is this may I ask?
Found a bit from an old story, on a crumpled up piece of note book paper
There Amarantha stood, her silhouette casting far across the path. Her eyes passed dazedly over the blond haired woman before going back up to the sky. Her sheer night gown swirled around her ankles in the breeze, her golden locks straying from the messy bun atop her head.
As Clair let her eyes wander over the pale freckled skin, and bright hazel eyes, she wondered how anyone was fooled that she was Marissa’s daughter. How alike they looked, and Clair feared how much more like her the child would become. Her poor cursed children.
The woman watched as her son reached out and wrapped an arm around Am’s waist, tugging her to him. He was comforting her for a loss Clair knew the girl did not really feel.
“Liam,” The red haired boy looked down at the younger girl as she spoke. “Do you think I’ll find him, one day? Do you believe Alistair will live, that they wont kill him?” Her voice shook, and tears trickled down her face, shimmering in the moon light. Liam could not bare to look too long at her, guilt worming inside his gut.
“I hope so, Am… I pray that when this is all over, that we can go and find your brother.” He was not lying. Though he knew it was not the answer she had been looking for.
Clair turned her back on the scene, her heart aching for the future she knew was about to come….
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This is the saddest commercial I’ve ever seen in my life
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING COMMERCIAL IS THIS? ALL OF THAT EMOTIONAL TURMOIL I JUST WENT THROUGH JUST TO SELL INSURANCE? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
THIS IS TERRIBLE, IM LITERALLY CRYING OMG
Oh my god. Tears…
I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO ACTUALLy CRY DAMMIT
WHAT THE FUCK
I FUCKING CRIED IN MY CHEMISTRY CLASS AND ITS SILENT REVIEW DAY
THAT’S SO SAD OH MY GOD
THAT MADE ME CRY !!! OH MY GOD THIS IS THE SADDEST THING IN THE WORLD DX
LIFE INSURANCE> FUCKING LIFE INSURANCE. THAT WAS LIKE A FUCKING SEASON FINALE WHAT.
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The 12th Doctor is revealed
It is a woman
it is Pepper Potts from Iron man
Dr. Pepper
#the only problem #she would be too competent #there wouldn’t be any drama #pepper potts #doesn’t run #she walks calmly #at a brisk pace #and solves her shit #in an orderly fashion (x)
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What if the tumblr logo was in comic sans?
Like it went from
to
Reblog it and look at your blog!Holy shit go look
drag the pictures
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WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ALT+REBLOG ITS NOT FUCKING WORKING WHAT THE FRICK
Maybe it’s a tumblr wise virus OHGOD THIS IS WORSE THAN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
GIVE IT BACK TO ME
DOES IT BRING UP A LITTLE “THIS TYPE OF FILE MAY HARM YOUR COMPUTER, KEEP/DISCARD” ON GOOGLE CHROME FOR ANYONE ELSE?
yup
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? THIS ISN’T ALLOWED TUMBLR!
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The short story of me
When I was little, I would always hope that one day my mother would love me. Every time she hit me, every time she was yelling and screaming; calling me a mistake. I would try so hard, always wondering what was wrong with me.
It hit me one day, floating in the deep-end of our trailer-park pool; she would never love me. I watched everyone swim around, interacting, and I knew, so deeply, and so terrifyingly, that I was alone.
That is when it started. I was eleven years old; and my world was over. That night I cut my wrist. I was so scared and shaking so hard that it barely punctured the skin.
It was enough though; like a person sniffing that first line of cocaine, injecting that first bit of meth, I was hooked. It became my lifeline, my one connection to reality. Every time I felt a panic attack coming on, every time the voices got louder- screaming that I was worthless, nothing, ugly, a MISTAKE- I would turn to it. I didn’t enjoy the pain. I hated it in fact. Yet afterwards it always made me feel numb. My chest would stop hurting and my head was silent.
As my life progressed, I moved up from the occasional “cat-scratch” on my wrists. Rumours flooded the school about me stuffing my bra, I was losing friends. It bled now, more than little droplets. I started to see with my own eyes how mothers and daughters acted; spending more and more time at friends houses.
I ran away twice; once in 6th grade, and the cops took me home. No one listened…
“Please, I don’t want to. I’m scared”
“Please, she’ll hurt me.”
“Please, don’t tell them I’m here.”
“….Please…..”
Again in seventh; still no one listened. So I gave up hope. I was never going to be free.
We moved. I lost my friends, my life. I was an outcast in this new place. At first an oddity, that everyone wanted to inspect. It was 8th grade, I was confused, my body was changing, and I had no one to talk to. I tried having a boyfriend, but his hands disgusted me when they wandered, and his mouth felt WRONG on my lips.
They hated me for “breaking his heart”. My great-grandfather moved to the same state as us. He was sick.
I probably should have gotten stitches.
Spring break, I was broken, confused, and so very alone. Papa offered to take me, and only me, to go visit the grand-parents. I said yes. I had so much fun. It was beautiful.
I still can’t listen to those songs I played on repeat the whole ride home, I can’t read that book, I hate that flavour of gum.
We got lost, coming home, because I asked him to go to the mall. This place was foreign to me then, I had no map, and didn’t know where anything was. He was the adult; they knew everything and I knew nothing. Right?
That night at the motel, he called grandpa. Grandpa drove us the rest of the ride home.
“You couldn’t tell there was something wrong? Why’d you let him drive?”
I was a child! I didn’t know! Why did you let him go if you knew!?
Getting lost has always been blamed on me. I still don’t understand why. Was I somehow supposed to know the whole layout of this strange place I had never been to before?
I brought alcohol to school after that. At first no one noticed, and then a “friend” did. Only a few weeks left of school, she and I hid in the bathroom. We drank the little pepsi bottle I had mixed with half whiskey.
She got alcohol poisoning; the cops were called. So was Maegan.
I begged them not to. No one listened. No one. So she didn’t what I told them she would if they called her.
She rushed to close the garage door, and yanked me from the car. I wonder if I have a scar on the back of my head? I recall the sting in my triple sized lip, and my multicoloured eye.
Dan got home; she made me walk out the door, after hours in that closet with the flickering light.
He took me to stay with his mistress for two weeks. I was happy.
She gave me clothes that fit, and wonderful books. I didn’t want to go back.
He stopped seeing her.
Papa was in a nursing home. I couldn’t stand visiting him. It was my fault he was there, wasn’t it? That’s how the reacted.
Then he was in the hospital. I visited him twice, and it made me sick. This was all my fault.
He went to go live with the grandparents, so he wouldn’t waste away in a nursing home.
He died, a week before my freshman year started. I remember going in the shower. Did I shed any tears? I wanted to scream.
My arm was covered in so many scars, and scabs. But while we went to go to the funeral, I didn’t cut at all. Oh how I wanted to.
How come people say they look like they’re sleeping? I remember the sounds of his snores, the way his mouth always hung open. He was never so still when sleeping as he was in that coffin. I didn’t cry.
Everyone was so selfish.
When we got home, I had to sign up for school. I didn’t want to go. I had no friends.
Then I made some. The kids I sat in the back with. I took a dangerous turn. Skipping school, drinking and smoking with these friends. No matter how often I was called to the office, I didn’t stop. Sam was the one who taught me how to do my make up. I had a crush on her, and that started me on my female dating spree. None of it ever felt right.
Then one day, wanting to be alone, and overlooking where papa used to live, He came. I laughed and joked, wondering why he was there. They knew how I liked my space sometimes. I should have known better.
His hands had felt like Zack’s. Clammy and gross against my skin, his lips even worse.
It was my fault. I didn’t really fight back. Kevin had taught me the lesson on not fighting back when I was seven.
There was something growing in my belly. I refused to tell anyone, and I feel in love with that little child growing inside me. They were my new hope, and not once did I cut or self harm as they grew in my belly. Three months. I was a cheerleader. I had started going to school more regularly, except on days when I was too “sick”. I was on the top, giggling with the other girls. Then he walked in, and hollered out to me. I froze, I fell. Over fifteen feet.
I spent the whole day in the bathroom. At home, I felt the ache, like cramps. There was blood. I cried. The next day, there was a snow storm at school. I stayed outside for a while. Could I freeze to death? But then everyone was rushing out, and gleefully heading home.
I didn’t go anymore after that. Then I found a new place to hurt myself, and no one would notice.
My little white lined battle field. An expanse across my lap.
I wouldn’t leave my room, and I started gaining weight. I tried to hang myself when Maegan made the comment to her friend I was probably pregnant with how fat I was getting.
No. That flame had been blown out. And you’ll never even know.
I tried running away again. We lived in the middle of nowhere though, and it got cold at night. She caught me when I snuck back for my coat.
We moved to Vegas, and I reconnected with a friend, who introduced me to the most amazing woman ever.
Halee and I were bestfriends right away. I told her almost everything. Withholding the incidents my freshman year.
A year after moving, I was camping with friends and Halee. I was so happy, it was perfect. I felt loved and at home.
Maegan and Dan were fighting. We were moving to grandparents. Brothers stayed with Dan, and I had to leave.
I got hooked to my “lifeline” again.
I was out of place here. Yet I started building. Maegan left in late November. I was glad. I had a life.
That fell apart when I thought I was in love, and had my heart broken. He had never been worth it though. He may have been big and warm, but his hands were clammy.
My first time consensually, and I have to thank him for opening my eyes. Hit and miss tries, then I moved to a new group of friends. Everyone else had graduated, or was too busy working towards it.
Then I did fall in love. He has been my rock. Things are bumpy, and nothing is easy. Yet after one slight divergence, he is with me still.
I left the grandparents, and stayed somewhere else for a time. Even there it wasn’t right. Life is throwing stones at me, but I can take a few hits.
My story has made me stronger. I can stand against these tidal waves.
While I may not be healed, and that lifeline and the short-drop-sudden-stop may look inviting at times, I know I can do this.
I have been through hell and back, a few times. I have my aches and pains, but my body is a work of art. Admire these scars, for they tell a tale more elaborate than my words. They tell of a little girl with no hopes or dreams who became a woman who aims not even to the moon and stars, but to the sun.
I know now; none of it was my fault.
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Welcome to Tumblr.
Holy shit this is the most accurate post I have ever seen in my life
wait…this is a completely different gif set on my blog…
Reblog this and then check it on your Tumblr. Go on, do it.
omg HOW??
The last one… WTF?!
It CHANGED
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My boyfriend is doing a very important project on rape survivors. He needs survivors to take an anonymous survey.
I would really appreciate all those who fill out the info bellow. This project is important to both of us, and we hope to open more people’s eyes.
The project is due at the latest Monday, though it would be helpful to have five or more answered by Friday.
Again, the survey is anonymous, and we are grateful to all those who take part, as we know how difficult it can be.
What age were you where you when it happened?
What was your relation to the attacker?
Did you report the attack?
If not, why not?
what are the effects you have suffered/still suffer?
is there any way you think other’s can do to prevent sexual assault/ help other victims?
on a side note, I am here for anyone who would like to privately or anonymously talk. <3
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crazyforcatscomicsandchubbygirls:
crazyforcatscomicsandchubbygirls:
My friends kitty Pumpkin recently lost the use of his hind legs. We are working with a local rescue to try and raise enough money to get a kitty wheelchair for this handsome little guy. If you would like to donate or just reblog this so it gets around here’s a link. http://www.youcaring.com/pumpkin.needs.help
I’m overwhelmed with how many notes this has received! Thank you so much to everyone who has reblogged or donated to help out this sweet little guy. Tumblr peeps are the best :}
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