People need to understand thisI thought about this after reading :iconShadowstar1021: 's journal earlier today.More Like This
Disabilities and Mental illnesses are NOT jokes. They are serious. I've never seen it happen irl, but when someone online lies or pretends to have a mental illness, all I think is "why?" Do you really want attention that bad? Do you want everyone's sympathy so much you lie and say something's wrong with you? That's just sad. It really is.
Then there are the people that make fun of people with disabilities and mental disorders or talk about them behind their backs. I'll give three examples:
1. Last year my fake friends and I were outside of the school waiting for the bell to ring. There were two boys with autism a few feet away from us. My "friends" were whispering things about them. I remember one of them saying they were gay. The two boys were walking toward our direction and they both said "let's run." They ran. I regret walking behind them still.
2. There's a boy in my art class that's autistic (
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My loveMy loveMore Like This
Don't just love me for my body
For it is slowly dying
Like a blazing inferno
My passion will burn
A raging wildfire
At the start
Growing in intensity
But once it reaches its peak
The slow burn will take over
Gradually slowing the fire
Turning the once raging inferno
Into merely glowing embers
The wild passion-charged love
Will make way
To the more spiritual side
The side that attracted me to you
In the beginning
The way you laugh
The beauty of your smile
The sweet melody of your voice
Your heart and soul
They will always be
The primary focus of my love
Your body will last for a while
But your heart and soul
Will last for eternity
G/t fic: Two Words ch. 6Whatever Ted had been saying before was interrupted by the sight of the city in full view. This was Madrin.More Like This
They boarded one of several giant-sized watercrafts through the enormous metal gates leading into town. From the outside it had been beautiful. Now, it was breathtaking. They floated with leisure through the hustle-and-bustle town, where only the children seemed to pay any mind. There were some carriages, decorated with metallic trimmings, drawn by the hardiest of men. Ted caught the familiar heady aroma of burning redwood, though he also smelled smelted metal and river water.
“Wow!” Ted said, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “Everything’s just so…”
“It’s incredible. Something my friend Nat would write a book about, for
Myth Meets Myth ~ Chapter 30Evzan did everything he could to stifle the urge to shift into his bluejay form. He knew from years of experience that it would do no good. They would sedate him, they would expose him to a chemical that forced him back into humanoid form. Start over. Never stop. Something along the same lines would happen if he dared to try and surge into the air.More Like This
"Everything seems perfectly intact, even after years of surviving on his own," a scientist's voice said above him to another scientist. They had been prodding him for hours, prompting him to open his wings, checking his limbs, testing his strength...
"Incredible that captivity didn't make him more susceptible in the wild," the other answered.
In the wild. Evzan scoffed under his breath as the tips of his wings were finally released. The sensation of enormous fingers was gone, but the cold lab bench beneath him reminded him plenty of where he was. He knew he would be swept off somewhere else soon. He took the brief opportunity to glanc
SleepSo here I am:More Like This
Wretched and thin.
The last drops of oxygen bound within,
While ropes dig in and tan my skin.
Before I go I will force myself into your dreams:
And here I'll live forever and share;
I am here for you.
I'll be your waking nightmare.
Cradled and sat within your bed,
With me forever clutching your head.
The guiding hour has come,
The time where my body is lost.
Summers will again come
And pass just like the frost.
The wooden tomb
For my body's consume,
Holds me tight in embrace,
As the wood rots away with my face.
And, although that face will no longer be:
It is the one you'll nightly see.