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Ya gotta live while your young; I'd honestly rather have a life of "I can't believe we did that!" than "What if we did that." I've had my heart broken and I'm still learning how to fix it and to feel whole again. I've done things I'm not proud of and I learned from them. My tumblr will change with my heart. And the most important thing, I've learned YOUR ONLY HUMAN and things will always get better.
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I miss him, and it hurts. 

Is that how you know you love someone? That it hurts like hell to be without them and you would give up everything and anything just to have one more hug, or one more kiss, or to see their smile. It hurts like hell. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried today about this. I saw the airport sign on the highway and I started to break down, I tried to keep my big girl face on constantly having to take a deep breath so I would’t cry. But when we found out I couldn’t go back with you…. I didn’t have to actually use the bathroom. I just needed to let out a cry, and when the lady asked if I was okay, I just broke down even more; I wasn’t okay, I felt like I was giving up a part of me.. The part of me who makes me feel whole. When we sat down on the seats… I tried so hard to smile and make small talk but when I saw that you had been crying too.. I lost it again, I felt so selfish at that point because I couldn’t imagine what you were feeling. The goodbyes. I managed to hold in the crying because i knew if I started it, I wouldn’t have stop. Watching walk away until I couldn’t see you anymore was the worst. It made me feel sick and at that point I developed a sort of hatred for a place that did nothing to me. The walk back I let a few tears go but still managed to smile at someone walking next to. It was a fake smile. That moment when I was alone in my car I let it all go. I let out a large cry and scream, put my face in my knees and cried for a good 10 minutes. When you faced timed me….. I was just leaving the airport.. 

After all the tears, I still continue to cry.. I got home and took care of the animals. Found your jacket.. put it on… and guess what I did? Cried some more. It didn’t smell like you so I sprayed your sent in it and cried again. 

Currently at this moment in time, wrapped up in a blanket thats yours and a bed that smells like you, I’m crying. 

I love you. 

You know those silent cries you have so no one will hear you, how you have to hold back that gasp of sound you make when you break down? Have you ever felt like you never do anything right? How people make little stabs at you because they know it will hurt? 

I always feel like I never do anything right. Like its eating me alive.

I’m fat. my attitude always suck. I can’t ever do thing correctly. I’m selfish. My face is broken out. My teeth aren’t straight. I’m too short. My skin is too pale. My eyes aren’t the right shade of blue. I never look good whenever I try to do my makeup, my hair is always messy, and my clothes aren’t the cutest 

All of that. All that you’re reading is how I see myself….  How people make me feel about myself. I don’t ever feel beautiful. I always feel like something is wrong with me. People can tell me I’m pretty but I don’t see it, I never will because I have so much that isn’t right about me. 

Then I come home…. God when I come home…. My mother.. she makes me feel the worst about myself. He’s not gonna want you if you keep looking like that, or you’ve gained some weight recently, or my friends were talking about how you’ve gotten kinda puggy or lay off of that food, it’ll make you gain more weight …  Can I just not be beautiful? 

I promised myself I would never cut again but the urge to do it is unreal. To feel that raw pain so I don’t have to feel the emotional pain. It’s amazing what words can do to someone. How they break you down and make you feel like nothing… How they take away the beauty you see in the world and more importantly in yourself. 

sixpenceee:

sixpenceee:

kissmelikeumeanit9999:

yesiownadragon:

sixpenceee:

sixpenceee:

Hey! 

I have something for you all to keep you up all night. (You should thank me it’s final week season.)

So Ed Hermanski was a high school teacher, who started to tell an extremely scary story to his history class. 

And by scary, I mean it was scary enough for it to be in a newspaper article and for many people requesting it to be made into a movie. 

Hermanski tells kids at the start to leave if they become too frightened. A few actually exit early. Others, even honor students and tough jocks, cannot sleep afterward.

What’s REALLY mysterious about this story is how MANY people report extremely strange things happening afterwards. For example, the power turning on and off and mysterious noises.

I’ve attached an audio of the story. One student decided to record it one day. It’s a long listen and remember listen at your own risk.

AUDIO RECORDING OF THE STORY

ARTICLE ON THE STORY

The audio isn’t working on the link I posted because too many users on it at once, but someone suggested another working audio file

LISTEN TO IT HERE

If this one crashes too, I’ll personally upload the audio file to tumblr

Also here’s some more information about the story itself

Here’s a thread where you can read testimonials

A blogpost written by a girl who experienced some intense things after hearing the story

This thread gives descriptions of the story (SPOILERS) as well as testimonials by students of Hermanski’s class

ENJOY!

i’m listening to it and i’m 15 minutes in and so far it’s just really horrifying  i’ve been getting so into creepy stuff like this lately i dunno why i do these things to myself

omfg holy shit sixpenceee a lot of things on your blog scare me but THIS, I took the time out to listen to this and omfg I am scarred for life

YOU GUYS NEED TO READ THESE HORRIFYING TESTIMONIALS 

May they serve as a warning for those of you listening in the middle of the night.

This is the first time one of my own posts is scaring me. 

STAY SAFE! 

itscourtoon:

black-n-animated:

keturahariel:

How cute is this!!! Short film: Tamara
Animation is one of the things I want to be able to do eventually. Even if it means going back to school. This is a great story and the background and cgi details are superb.

Thanks E$.

Short Film: Tamara

YUP FUCKING CRIED. 

story-dj:

Love and Space Dust - OUT NOW!

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Plus, you can get a free novel if you buy the anthology this week - click here for more information on the offer!

I know its been a  while since I’ve been around but I need bring myself to an okay state. It amazing how a broken heart can tear someone so far apart, make them into this person who is lost and alone but then… I met someone……. & I felt something again. It was like a new start for me. I could feel again. I could smile again. I believe in love again.

Moral of my story…

Never Give Up…

Ever.

xoxoxox

saamanthab

hellkatsally:

ultrafacts:

Source More Facts HERE

These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

hellkatsally:

ultrafacts:

Source More Facts HERE

These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

a-lovely-tragedy-was-born:

Me defending my friends