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people either think

1. i'm scary

2. i'm cool

3. i'm a depressed emo that should hang themselves

there is no in between when you're alt.

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Yes I want to write my story but my story doesn't want to be written so what the fuck am I supposed to do about that huh?

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tumblr lowkey gay lol

i'm not a lesbian as far as i know and i already have a wife but thanks tumblr

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Source | Day 58

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HELP

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i want this as its own separate post, because although many know that ronaldo has an 'accusation', i don't think many know the details and how much evidence of it there is, including a police report, medical records, a rape kit, an out of court settlement with an nda, etc. and as you reading this interview article by spiegel, one of the main exposers of ronaldo in this case, you just feel for this poor woman and absolutely believe her. the details are hard to bear, the interview is heartbreaking.

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Unfriendly reminder that Cristiano Ronaldo is a self admitted rapist.

That poor woman has to see his face everywhere but no one cares because he kicks a ball well.

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☆ chapter 0 ☆

𖦹 notes: i love you for wanting to read this (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ pls note that this is the first chapter, which means that you might not get anythinc but let me lead you into the universe of my book with it. (the first sentence is the most important one in the whole book, so if you want to reread it and let it sink in, do it.) 𖦹

TW: mentions of death, blood, physical pain, vomit

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Death peered into my face, closer than she was last time.

I groaned, just that I didn’t.

It hurt. Everywhere, every last fraction of my body hurt, just that it wasn’t. The pain had already ebbed away, already taken over. I didn’t know if it was really hurting or if I was already dead. Nobody knew because nobody cared.

I didn’t know if my heart was still pounding, if my lungs were still breathing. But maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I had already given up, at least the most of me had.

If I had the control over my body, I would’ve said my last words. Even though, nobody would’ve cared, nobody would’ve even granted me more than a disgusted glance.

I couldn’t say those words, and even if I had the control over my lips, I would’ve probably not even known what to say. And even if I had the control over my lips, my last words would’ve been splatters of blood and vomit. Good thing I couldn’t move my jaw.

So, this was the end. This was the end. This was the end. This was the end.

This was the end.

 

 

Just that it wasn’t.

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thank you for reading this chapter (シ_ _)シ

if you want to tell me how gorgeous, how divine, how godli- uhm my writing is, or if you want to critize it, pls let me know

if u wanna continue reading this story, go on my writing page ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ @normal-milk

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[WAR.]

The first soldier to spot her was a short one. He cursed in a language nobody knew but he was weird anyways, nobody really liked him. The fresh ones were told to stay away from him, that he was saying weird stuff in a weird language.

The first soldier to spot her was a short one with a bald head like every other head in the army. But something about his face, something about the way he told stories made everyone avoid him. Only the brave or drunk ones approached him and listened to his stories. They were full of crap, everybody knew he was inventing the whole thing, even if he denied doing that. His stories were full of spirits and ghosts, stories for toddlers and dumb people.

The first soldier to spot her was a short one with a bald head like every other head in the army and small scar on his forehead. Nobody knew where he got the scar from, nobody had ever seen him getting injured, not even the ones that had served longer than him. That was another reason to stay away from him.

The first soldier to spot her cursed. It sounded aggressive but also reverent. Nobody knew why he was cursing, because he was the first to spot her and nobody had seen her before him.

But when he cursed, some eyes began to follow his and suddenly, the tense, quiet conservations either with another soldier or God on the warship fell silent. Nobody whispered anymore, not even the higher-ups. Everybody gripped their firearms tighter, and nobody said a word. Nobody knew what to say, nobody knew what to do.

She danced with the sea foam. She danced with the azure of the ocean. She danced with the waves. She was the sea foam, the azure of the ocean, the waves. She was dancing with the water, and she was the water. The water hugged her body like it was her and it was her.

Nobody knew what to do, nobody felt like shooting her like they were supposed to.

Nobody knew what to do, nobody knew what to do with that figure in the water.

She was just one, but she stopped the entire fleet. Everybody watched her smooth movements, her pale hands skimming through the water, caressing it like a lover, a friend, a parent. She didn’t look up, nobody knew what her eyes saw. Her pearl white hair fell into her face, her face watching the water.

She was soaked with the salty water of the ocean, her pearl white clothes hanging with the weight of the water, but she didn’t seem to care. Nobody did.

Nobody knew if she smiled or not, nobody knew what to do. But everybody knew she was crying. Faint, dried lines of tears on her partially hidden cheek.

She was just one, but she had all the eyes on her. Nobody knew what to do, nobody wanted to be the one shooting her like they were supposed to.

She was just one and she was crying. Nobody knew who she was crying for. Nobody knew what she was doing. Nobody knew what to do.

The first soldier to spot her was a short one with a bald head like every other head in the army and small scar on his forehead. The first soldier to spot her was the first one to shoot her. Pearls of sweat on the small scar on his forehead caught the sun rays as the black bullet pierced through her pearl white clothing and ripped her chest apart.

Red mixed with the azure blue, and everybody knew she had been crying for herself.

She knew that she would die.

Red mixed with the azure blue and the first soldier to spot her was the first one who began to cry for her.

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(ﾒ￣▽￣)︻┳═一 a text i wrote lol ✴==≡눈٩(`皿´҂)ง

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✴==≡눈٩(`皿´҂)ง is my spirit animal