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To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken
Repost if you are a broken girl. So this message may reach as many of you as possible.

I am here for you. I may just be a sloth but if you message me: I'm fine.
Just randomly it will be our code for "I'm not fine at all" and I will be there for you.
 Jan 2015 V Anna
WickedHope
I wish I knew what part of I love you was the lie
The part where you whispered it
The part where you called it a lie
The part where you ran away
The part where you promised stay
Old piece.
 Jan 2015 V Anna
Olivia Kent
As patient soldiers,
stood along the darkened avenue.
Voiceless figures.
Anonymous masses.
The wiry moon threw strands of light across their shadow ridden pathway.
The midnight forest called them on.
Nocturnal angels.
Hiding in supporting roots.
Cavity in concealment.
As if ragamuffins on the run.
Grubby and bedraggled.
Distant watchers observe from perimeter.
The tawny one doth serenade the unwanted visitors.
And so they run.
(c) Livvi
Wildlife watching over night
 Jan 2015 V Anna
Mohd Arshad
Metaphor is a brush
To colour ideas in a beautiful way.
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2015 V Anna
Alex Mic
Hearts ♡
 Jan 2015 V Anna
Alex Mic
You know in cartoons
When someone is in love
And there are tiny hearts around their head
And they're kind of swiggly and moving upwards
And envelop everything around them
That's how I feel. All the time.
Like every room I walk in brightens up
because I'm so **** happy.
Like everytime I open a door and walk into a room
There's an overflow of love and happiness
And the tiny hearts spread and fill up the room
To make everyone as happy as you make me.
 Jan 2015 V Anna
Ember Evanescent
No matter what Lovecraft wrote on his ******* post calling people trolls I most certainly do NOT support the bully f!cking Thee Artiste. And also I like saying the word fajitas.that was very random. Im upset. Fajitas
Part of the series. Please no one like Lovecrafts posts where he bullies people calling them trolls and making stuff up like how we supposedly "support thee artiste" because, you know, my constant very open loathing for his behaviour and how he treats others obviously means i support him -_- OH WAIT thats insane. He is a slanderous cruel and pathetic LIAR.
 Jan 2015 V Anna
Ember Evanescent
I was helping my little sister with a fiction story she has to write for her school
She was creating a character
I told her to create some personality traits, some tendencies that define her character, some unique habits so that the character is sharp in the readers mind, like a real person, nothing vague. She then had me read what she had written.
Brace yourselves, her level of sanity is a little concerning...

Here it is:

**she can not talk because her mother died and now she is too angry at fish to talk

she is missing one hand because she had to do cooking at home to help out but she accidentally cut off her hand  

she does not have any hair because she has cancer  

she has a obsession with clowns and dressed up as a clown every year for Halloween

she is deathly afraid of daisies

she wants to be the prime minister when she grows up , even though she lives in the U.S  

her backup plan is to become a clown

she loves buying turtles as pets

she already owns 14 turtles and they are all either named Abrocombie or Fitch  

She despises the names Abrocombie and Fitch but she loves all her turtles especially Fitch who she nicknamed Bob  

she owns a leather jacket that she wears every day except for on the days she buys turtles on...
so she never wears her leather jacket
...yeah... I should probably have my little sister psychologically examined... soon... but in her defense she IS related to ME, so lack of sanity is to be expected... :P anyway, I know it's crazy but be kind if you comment. She IS my sister, after all, no matter how INSANE she is :)
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