I needed someone to tell me
I was beautiful
I was smart
You never thought to tell me
You let me fall
Believing the words of an earlier fiend
When I should have been believing you.
The day she diesYou can't cry,
You'll never stop.
You can't cry,
They'll see you.
You can't cry,
It's not enough.
What if this
Is the day she dies?
A secret in silenceIt's on the edge of my tongue
An urge, a tingle, a pulse
I miss you
I should tell you
Will you lie with me
But the words stick
So I just smile
With a secret on my lips
I love you
'We Need A New Coffin'She woke up the same every evening; cramped and irritable.
"For Drac's sake!"
The bottom half of her body seemed missing, for his right leg had been thrown over her hip during the day, and all sensation had vanished. To make matters worse, his arm had captured her movement, dragging her into the hardness of his chest. She was never the best first thing in the evening - she wouldn't be at her best until she'd found a warm neck to munch on - but this was too much.
Trying to pull away, she was faced with a new problem. His limbs were a dead weight.
Unfortunately for her, Demetrius was far worse in the evening. Not because he was known to snap a few bones for a temper, like her, but simply because he refused to acknowledge it was time to awaken. He was startlingly good at refusal.
She finally got away, jostling him with her shoulder and disentangling their bodies.
It was a triumphant moment.
It was a triumphant moment until she rolled over onto a splinter, poking up through the thin
We won't speak of the ghost in the room.I'm in love with the ghost
That sits here in this room;
Do not hear the words he speaks -
Lose the image I and I alone now see -
Neither sightless or soundless I know him
The words he speaks or doesn't
I love him
This ghost in the room
The Better Half of a RainbowLight flickers bright.
I watch it dance over
The planes of your face
Ghostly pale on the depths of your room
I want to hold you
For a while or maybe two
Press my face into your shoulder
Muss your hair
Just like that
Until your lips curve up
The better half of a rainbow
PhotographEven when I try to think of nothing
I think of you instead
I guess there must be a photo of you
Printed on the inside of my head.
What Certain People of Tumblr Don't UnderstandThere is literally nothing wrong with being cis,
your very existence does not make you transphobic.
You are not an oppressor by default,
do not blame yourself for someone else’s transphobia,
because it’s not your fault.
Racism isn’t restricted to just whites.
Anyone can be a racist,
you need only express a prejudice.
Sexism is practically the same,
no matter the gender,
it goes both ways.
Mental illness is not some fad,
it’s not something to be tossed around so freely,
like some badge.
It’s not something you can self-diagnose you have,
therefore using it as an excuse to act like an ass.
There is a stigma created when you act out, you see.
And the world associates mental illness
with your disgusting tendencies.
It is horrific and cruel to use mental illness as an excuse,
especially when the illness you claim to have is not
Feminism is not for every boy, man, woman or girl.
It is not a cure that will heal inequality in our world.
I Loved MoreI loved him more than anything else.
More than meaningful poems and stormy nights.
More than wild, careless dancing and hot chocolate.
More than touching words and laughter that leaves you in happy tears.
More than spring mornings and starry skies.
More than friendly gatherings and lovely, bear hugs.
More than cat kisses and catchy songs,
More than the sun and the moon and my heartbeat, too.
He always came first, always him, only him.
Stupid, reckless, fragile heart..it was broken in the end.
I loved him more than anything else.
And sometimes he loved me, too..when he wanted to.
I loved more and I paid the price of that famous, one-sided love...
Now, I'm heartbroken and alone, but I am free and somehow happy.
But, I am me and I will love again even if I fail, I will love again...
did you know you hurt me?the girl
who calls herself
my best friend
doesn't know i've smoked cigarettes
since i was 14
in 9th grade,
and she thought i was just as
as she pretended
she doesn't know
about the empty pill
scattered across my desk,
ones i've started storing dead flowers
she thinks i don't eat
because i'm really not
and when she came to visit me
in the hospital
she believed that it was just my lungs
to believe everyone
is perfect and
when life has always
and you've never cried yourself to sleep
or heard your father say he wished your mother
when you've never been slammed against the lockers
or taken a picture
with a black eye
and broken nose.
when you've gotten everything
you could ever be bothered
when you're the one
who breaks lovers'
it's easier for you
then it will ever be for me,
and you're walking away
to cheer on someone else's sidelines
while i walk through
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,
That spreads like the plague,
Until there's nothing left,
But for those with autism,
When we're normal human beings,
Yes we are different,
But isn't everyone else,
Like for those who are bright,
While other's are dumb?
Sure our brains are wired,
All over the place,
Making it harder,
For us to think.
But it doesn't matter,
When no one's the same.
And Believe me,
This world would be a bore,
If we knew our every move,
Knowing what everyone would do.
So let's hear it:
Am I a disease,
Or a living human being?
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:
Can you feel it in the winds?
The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...
May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;
While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!
How does it feel I wonder,
This question I ask
To those who have spent their entire existence
Amassing power over their fellows...
Know now that your paltry gestures;
Your pseudo-might is but dust,
Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!
Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,
For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,
That your world will burn...
LifeWhat is life?
Life is something, that we must to respect, something that we hae only one time, something that we must feel inside of us
Our life can be hard or cruel sometimes, but you must learn to live with it, do the best out of it and maybe you can change something in your heart and other once hearts.
Live your life in this way like you feel, be free, be yourself
We dont know the meaning of life.. but we still know what we want: We want to live and that matters.
Even when you go through the biggest adventure, and dont find yourself anymore, there will be people in your life who still helping you out of your misery, no matter what happened
You can be heartless, you can be sad, you even can hate everything, but remember, even when you are one of those persons, you still have something to live for and you always have love inside of your heart. Make yourself proud and dont lose hope or the way you go, you will always be part of something big and fantastic
Never lose your hope and i pro
Being Cis Isn't EasyBeing Cis is Easy
So I suppose that when I was kicked out last night,
for being gay,
that my pain meant nothing,
because let’s face it, i'm cis, anyway.
I think that the marks on my wrist are just ketchup stains,
because i'm cis, so I can't bleed,
Did you know, I'm invincible to pain?
Racism isn't a thing if you're a cisgendered male,
be you black, white or whatever,
you can't experience racism, so why even tell?
Misandry nor misogyny exist of your cis,
so girls and boys, let's stop this confusion,
let's just do away with this.
Depression, huh! Do you mean a cry for attention?
Because if you're cis and experiencing this,
don't bother mentioning it.
And you can't be bullied, you cis scum!
So stop telling us that you are,
because we know you're just making it up.
A broken family, bitch please!
Everyone knows that
cisgendered brats have everything.
Call me stingy, but I ask one thing,
I beg of you to keep the
label “cis” away from me.
Because you love to put us al