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Adam Smith was 19 years old when he took his life.
He wrote fan fiction and uploaded Youtube videos where cruel comments led him to create an “apology” video about his fan fiction, which others accused him of plagiarizing. They made fun of his speech and wrote nasty comments on his sites until he finally decided to take his life.
This happened in May and the Daily Mail just covered it.
so many things
I want to say.
Last night I wrote about elements of harmony you guys think you needed to work on.
Tonight, before I read that article, I wanted to ask you what lengths you would go to in order to become a better individual concerning the element of harmony you wanted to work on.
And now…now I think we need to talk.
If any of you have ever been bullied, harassed or in any way hurt, please find someone to talk to. Please don’t think that taking your life is the way to go.
I’ve dealt with bullies before. More in-person than online. In my experience, it’s the psychological ones which are the worst. And sometimes it comes from people who don’t even know they’re doing the bullying. Sometimes they think their words are justified. That they have some self-appointed right to do what they do. I’ve dealt with some really harsh people before…
I’ve been in some very dark places where I didn’t know who to turn to. The most important thing to remember when suffering bullying is to know that you don’t have to take that harassment from ANYONE. Do whatever you can to remove yourself from that horrible situation. If it’s online, ignore them, block them, stay away from those places, whatever it takes to pull yourself away from those dangerous situations.
I talked about kindness last night. Moments like this make me wonder how to respond.
I know what this world needs is kindness and compassion more than anything.
I hope that we can all do our part to make sure the people in our lives know we love them.
And whenever we talk to anyone, online or off, we take the kind path (and sometimes the assertive and firm path is needed, but at your core, always compassion).
Just be a good person.
Christmas Raffle OPENHello guys~
Time for a Christmas Raffle.
What you win:
A waist up drawing:
A headshot drawing:
[larger size, can be a Imvu DP too though]
A headshot pixel icon:
How to join:
Must be a watcher.
please do not watch just to join, what's the point of winning art from me if you don't even like it
Fave this journal.
End date: 19th Dec.
I'll use random org to extract winner. First one gets prize one, second prize two and so on.
One Special Night
The winter´s night was crisp and clear,
the heaven full of stars
and all the ones who saw the signs,
came there from near and far.
They followed one bright shining star,
to a place called Bethlehem.
To a stable on the edge of town
and Joseph beckoned them in.
"Look!" He cried with tears in his eyes.
"Mary´s had a child."
"He´s wonderful, so precious. Stay
and behold him for a while."
"He will grow to be a good man,
clever, wise and mild."
"He´ll teach the world about love and
to have faith in all mankind."
Joseph smiled as his head did nod
and this he also said,
"This child is someone special,
for he was sent to us from God."
Poetry by Suzan
Cookies A recipe sat on the island countertop. Strewn all about the countertop were ingredients and a few mixing bowls. I stood next to the island, carefully adding flour to a measuring cup. The flour tickled my nose with its peculiar, dry smell. Lil One dumped her cup of sugar into the largest mixing bowl.
We worked in the kitchen, looking out over the rest of the room. The kitchen joined the dining room and the living room as one long room the length of our house. Complete with high ceilings. A fantastic room to heat in the winter. In the living room portion of the room, Dad sat at his computer and Mom worked on homework for her one Master’s class.
Lil One put down the measuring cup and crossed the length of the room. “Mom? How long are tongues? I know they go down into our throats, but how far?”
“Yes they do, but I don’t remember how far.” Mom replied hal
Seasons ChangeLightning can't strike
the same place twice,
but my love for you has
struck too many times
that spark ignited a fire
in your bones,
but my heart barely
smolders as you breathe
into my downturned lips.
I wish you’d say you love me
the way I do you,
but I’m certain it’s just
the cold keeping your lips
pursed and frozen.
our hands are entwined
like gnarled oak branches
dancing in the winter chill,
but you don’t feel the
dying warmth between them-
I just don’t love you
But when the Earth
around us blooms into
spring, warming the
bones in our hands,
will you unthaw for me?
Flowers will sprout in
your eyes, and I will fall
for you all over again.
those daisies I bought
for you are wilting,
dying for the attention of
a non-existent sun;