Be True to yourselfBe True to YourselfBe True to yourself47 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
There are lessons to be learned while living, sometimes it takes a while to seek out those answers. When I played Persona Q, you can learn lessons from things inside a game. I know most people would say "How can you learn anything from a game" or "Games dull the mind"...But that isn't true.
A scene in Persona Q when you choose to play the Persona 4 Protagonist Kanji talks to Ken, and they both knitt new shoe laces for Ken's shoes. As they are talking, Ken mentions about a person who killed his mother and how he wants to avenge his mother. But the person who did it, may not've meant to do that. Ken is at a loss of whether he should continue to hate this person or not. He asks Kanji what he would do if the murderer they are chasing after didn't mean to commit those murders. Kanji responded back saying he'd talk to the person as much as he needed to. Kanji tells Ken that he used to lie to himself and felt like he was getting nowhere. When you stop lying to yourself, th
I just need help.Hi, my name is Megan. I am a big dreamer. BIG dreamer. I am also a fighter who fights for what she dreams for. I am a freelance artists. I retouch images and manipulate them for a living. It's my life and my passion, but as of lately I really have just wanted more in life. So in that case, I have started expanding my company. I am going into photography.I love photography. I am addicted to retro, vintage, pinup, but at the same time I am a huge sucker for high fashion work as well.I just need help.1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
I have been reaching out to a few people to help with start-up costs, but it's not going anywhere. I got suggested to make a crowdfunding page; but that too is seeking no attention in the long run. I am running out of option on how to get investors or funding for my company. I don't make enough to get a business loan; so I am reaching out to everyone to just look at my crowdfunding page.
I am running out of options and my patients is dimming down as I have been trying for over a year now to raise mone
All good things must come to an end...All right, everybody... We've been together for about three months now, and it's been really fun all this time. Me creating this oddly charming art and you guys giving me your feedback... It's been really enjoyable and I never really expected people to like what I'm doing so much. Thanks to all of you, this project of mine grew from a couple scrawlings I made and stuck in a folder without a second thought to over thirty colorful, creative images for the world to see. and regardless of the... subject matter, I love what I've done, and I'm glad you all do, too.All good things must come to an end...2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The question I had to ask myself the day I came back after my hiatus, however, was this:
I have to put a halt to this someday, right?
And I asked myself this question becuase, despite how much you guys have viewed these images, liked them, commented on them, gave me pointers, gave me requests, gave me hate... There's no way I can keep doing this forever. For those of you who paid a visit to my other account, you guys would know th
Do you want to know my story?I’m 18 now and have experienced more heartbreak, loss, and abandonment than most people experience in a lifetime. Many people have told me this including therapists, physiatrists, relationship experts, etc. I try to think about it to see if I believe its true, but I can’t think about it for long because the sadness if overwhelming. I guess that kinda proves that they’re right though I guess. I want to get my life story out there, to show people that bad things happen, but life goes on. I just don’t think anyone would be interested in listening to a nerdy tomboy talk about her depressing life. Comment with your opinion or thoughts on if you believe you or others would be interested.Do you want to know my story?2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Spring challenge day2 part1Day 2 part 1Spring challenge day2 part12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I layed there with my moms phone.I ate pizza and soda.It may be morning but to me it is the afternoon.Later we will go to the doctor for my sisters apointment.I wanted to stay home.I charged my phone.
I went on m phone and checked the messages.I wrote a birthday gift for spirit.I then went and took my book to hide my phone.I reviewed what I learned from the game theorist/Mat Pat.I then went to write this.
Anger I hate conflict. I make it a point in life to avoid starting or participating in conflict. So far this has been fairly successful, I never directly insult or criticize anyone. I always try to make others days better, but not just for them, mostly for myself. For I have a powerful sea of anger lying beneath the surface of my mind. I keep it well tamed, but I can't control it all the time. It manifests at random times, a passerby gave me a funny look, I hate him with a fiery passion; a person online say your instead of you’re, they are the lowest form of human being. Often I catch myself and can remind myself to calm down, but I haven’t always been able to. Up until seventh grade, I was very violent with my brothers. They have always annoyed me, something perfectly natural in most families, but to me it was a stick constantly poking the bear of my anger. I would, and still do, immediately writhe with anger, but now I can stop myself from physAnger3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
WaitingI am just waitingWaiting4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I wait for the hat to drop, for the one grain of rice to tip the scale, for the moment when you realise I am too broken. How can you like someone this shattered and twisted. The anxiety is killing me. I know the moment is coming, soon, so soon. I wish it would come faster because I am doing it. I am falling in love with you.
Why won't you just break my heart like so many others and move on? Why are you being cruel and making me love you first?! Just do it! Just leave so I can slowly pick myself up and glue back together what I can.
Give inHave you ever wanted everything to fade? No longer exist? I have and it's happening more and more. I will be happy for a shimmering moment and then the darkness creeps in. The voice telling me to lie down, give up, what's the point anymore? You are nothing, you won't ever become something. You have no purpose, no drive. Just a foolish little girl who wants nothing. Lay down it says. Sleep it says. I want to.Give in4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I just want it all to stop, to end. Would that be so bad? To be at peace for once. Would it be that horrible?
To be loved...I want to trail my fingers down your arm, tracing the lines of your tattoo. I want to feel your hands entwined in my hair and your heartbeat racing against my chest. I want to hear you whisper my name as I kiss your lips. I want to fall asleep safe and secure in your arms. I just want to be loved...To be loved...5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Untitled Stars can't shine without darkness. So don't worry if you are not perfect!Untitled7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Hardest taskJak napisać list do kogoś kto jest dla nas ekstremalnie ważny ? List pożegnalny/pośmiertny, na wypadek złego biegu wydarzeń. Taki który ma być pocieszycielski, podnoszący na duchu i w pełni opisujący jak przez lata ważne miejsce zajmowała i wciąż zajmuje ? Jak zrobić to bez zbędnego patosu i stosowania klisz ? Jak w ogóle zabrać się za coś takiego, wiedząc że ta osoba czytając to będzie zdruzgotana, zalana łzami ? Najtrudniejsze zadanie życia.Hardest task9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
How to write a letter to soemeone of extreme importance to us ? Posthumous/farewell letter, in case of a bad turn of events. Letter that has to be comforting, lifting spirit and fully describing how important place she occupied and is still occupying ? How to do it without unnecessary pathos and using cliches ? How to even get down to it, knowing this person while
MBQ Chapter 8His gaze flicker upwards towards the sky out of boredom, and took upon realisation: He took the day off for this? Tilting his head towards Aashif—who seems far too in depth with the conversation with Faridah— he lets out a tired and irritated sigh. He took the bet that they didn't even realise of his existence and could easily leave at any moment without the siblings noticing. His small shuffling backwards changed into little steps, before he pivoted and quietly said his goodbyes to deaf ears.MBQ Chapter 89 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Hey, Dominik," ah, so they did acknowledge him. Turning his head towards Faridah, his attention casted to the bouquet of moth orchids in her grip, before it was handed to him. "Give her anggrek bulan. She'll love them."
He smiled, thanking her and set off to the palace. A bit of excitement struck his mind, his pace quickened as he walked through the small town. Aisa Angara was the only person on his mind. He imagined what her reaction would be, each scenario being different from the
If Fairy Tales Were Real, Life Would Be PurpleI used to be real.If Fairy Tales Were Real, Life Would Be Purple12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I lived, I loved, I even had friends, but then I was raped.
Theoretically, my curtains should be blue. Something about blue being a color for depression, but when I care I prefer purple. Deep royal purples with highlights of green. When I don't care, a beautiful crimson is the best. The color that comes with the bloodletting of a life wasted and tears too weary of appearance. I used to like all the colors, but he liked bold reds, the color of powerful sex and a man who can't see past his own need to control.
I used to be alive.
It started slowly. A kiss stolen that I wasn't really ready for or an embrace with hands a little misplaced, but I became scared. He saw my weakness. Crimson was really the true lover here, he just convinced me that I was better off without it. So he had me addicted; To him, my fear, the sex he forced into me with false pretenses and smiles. Instead of fighting, I let him have his way. It was just him and his red. Later his reds became gorgeou
Cuarta EstacionTodo ocurrió en un día hermoso de otoño. Yo amaba el otoño.Cuarta Estacion13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Fue un día de otoño, en donde las hojas secas de los árboles caían cuando la conocí a ella.
Fue un día en donde el viento soplaba, cuando conocí su sonrisa y pude percibir su dulce aroma.
Pero también; fue un día de otoño, en donde comencé a odiarlo.
Todo sucedió en este período.
En otoño tenía mis mayores sueños y anhelos. Era la persona más feliz en esa época y cada que llegaba la amaba más.
En otoño conocí a una mujer especial.
Pero el mismo otoño me la arrebató de una forma brutal.
La conocí de una manera imprevisible. Así como las ráfagas de viento que te sorprendían en esa temporada, así fue la forma en cómo la conocí. Un accidente, un café derramado, gritos muy afeminados de mi parte; una disculpa entre risas de ella… Un silencio, una m
The Frail Man and the Night It was a late night out in Los Angeles and there I sat inside a burger joint eating a meal and waiting for the last bus home. The place was still abuzz with conversation from people who did not want to go home and refused to sleep. An exhausted, hunched over, old man shuffles into the restaurant and makes his way towards the counter. The man’s matted grey hair is stained with faded patches of black and streaks of darkened steel.Without making eye contact, he searches his tattered clothes, eventually scrounging up just enough change from his ragged pants to buy a small cup of coffee. I watched his frail hands shake as he took the cup from the cashier’s hands. His hands shook so bad that, on his first attempt to pour the liquid, he knocked the cup over and spilled it on the counter. After the cleanup and a second, successful, attempt he lumbered over to the seating area and sat on the corner seat far away and opposite of me. I watched as he sipped away at the steaming cThe Frail Man and the Night14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
W.O.G Bio: Hannahbell Valentine Shelley David More1. Snow FairyW.O.G Bio: Hannahbell Valentine Shelley David More15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My Name Is Hannahbell"Valentine" Shelley David More
Am The Height Of A Polar Bear
Am A Polar Bear, A Fully Grown One Like The Ones On Earth
I Can Survive In Ice Cold Temps
I Have Trouble Standing In Two Legs Because Am A Bear But I Was Able To
Fish And Seafood Is My Main Diet But Mostly Fish
I Can't Put On My Own Clothes Sometimes
I Get Stuck In Doors Sometimes
My Parents Are Michael And Hannah. I Like Hanging Out With Mom Hannah
I Like Swimming, Snow, And Ice, I Like Night And Dark, Witchdotoring, And My Mother
Am Ice, Dark, And Shadow Gameforce
I Have A Dark Game Demon Inside Me I Only Lose Control When Am Really Angry
I Have Autism, And Asthma
Am Not Really Smart Just Like My Father But We Have Street Smarts
My Boyfriend Is MJ Who's Smart
I Don't Really Have A Job I Stay With My Parents I Sometime Volunteer At The Zoo With The Polar Bears With Belle
My Moves Are Blizzard, I Can Make Snowstorms From My Shout, Snowball, Ice Beam, I Can Shoot
Broken Glass The artist worked day in and day out. His mosaic sat in pathetic triumph as he laid out the pieces depicting a beautiful future. Colors fought amongst each-other in beautiful harmony and the artist dreamed of how they would explode when the light of the sun finally touched them.Broken Glass15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Here," said the artist looking back on a painting of his, "here I shall add a tree." and so he hurried off to find the right shards. His last painting had been so devoid of life. Surely he would not allow for the same folly to repeat itself. And so, the artist had a tree. "A rather strange place for a tree." proclaimed the critics as they mulled among themselves. "No matter," thought the artist as he continued his work, "for the mosaic is yet to be done."
The artist worked all through the night. Here, a different color; there, a different shape. The image was coming together. But as he looked closer he saw a flaw in a shard. It caught the light whe
The Path I have Taken...I never asked for any of this. I didn't get much say in my life, nor did I get much love when I said I was into girls, and by that I mean I'm, a lesbian. Yes, a Lesbian, that's right a girl who is into other girls.... : ( I don't know what to do any more, no matter how much I try I always end up losing someone or everything at once. Read this, share this, but I know for fact no one will care deeply as much as I do.. about the Path I have Taken!The Path I have Taken...16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A father's 'mistake'There once was a man, who he had a son that he loved very much. The man had worked as a Bridge master for the railroads. For his son, he loved the trains, and the people who traveled on them. The people who were lonely, angry, grieving, confused, and selfish. Fate lured a tragic mistake.A father's 'mistake'16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A young boy, was making his way down the tracks to a small train station, he skipped excitedly kicking his tail coat up behind him. His stomach rose with excitement, he saw the station just a little bit away from where he was.
Making his way up on the wooden dock the sun reflected on the boy's ginger hair and freckled face. He had gotten onto his hands and knees and began to look over the dock looking into the water. "Finlay, be careful and don't fall in." Finlay looked up and saw a familiar face, It was his father smiling and leaning out of the station's window.
"We haven't been busy all day." The father sighed as he slumped down in the window seal some more. "that's okay" Finlay
How unfortunate to be fortunate.I desperately want to complain- to complain about all of my troubles and problems and all the unfairness in life during this painful train wreck from childhood to adulthood.How unfortunate to be fortunate.17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't let that whole "childhood to adulthood" phase you. I feel like most adults who hear that immediately think it's some "stupid kid, ruining his life, and doesn't know what they're talking about." That kids and teenagers know nothing just because they haven't been on planet earth long enough.
And you'd be right.
But that doesn't mean I have nothing to say, and that you can't find meaning in the strange words coming from such mentally mangled creatures.
Either way, this isn't for an adult, or in fact, anyone in particular.
I have A LOT on my mind, and a lot to ponder, it's sort of exhausting. I'm stressed out and depressed just because of the hormones racing everywhere at all times, something perfectly normal for my age, and these hormones are fooling with my emotions and making it difficult to put my thoughts in
MistakesThe reason why my mistakes hurt is that even though I may learn from them, I live the consequences regardless. There is nothing worse than feeling alone. Mistakes bring isolation (Whether real or imaginary, what does it matter?) and isolation brings depression.Mistakes17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I guess I give my love too freely. I get hurt because of it. But what would be the point of living in a world without love?
Adventure LostGooseflesh forms, but doesn't become wings.Adventure Lost18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A stalker's letterA stalker's letter18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh my love, your love is strong and what we have is something that can't be broken by society.
I call you out but no response from you. I run to you but I can't catch you. It's hard for a lady these days to run after their love.
Why don't you see me, am I a ghost to you love? I guess I only know you but you don't know me but I'll still call you my love. Cause I know one day I'll have you for my own.
Till then I'll hunt people down who want you for themselves. I'll cut people out of the picture for only you and I.
My love that I know.