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"I’m not going to get bored with you, you’re like pop rocks. Even after I know all about you and you’re not a mystery any more, you’re still going to be fascinating. And be able to scare me just enough that I’m always a little afraid of you."

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putthepromptsonpaper:

"You wanted a monster, now you have one. The monster you saw me for is the monster I became."

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putthepromptsonpaper:

"I wouldn’t call it flirting, it’s more her putting a gun in my face and then slowly deciding not to pull the trigger. Daily."

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putthepromptsonpaper:

"This is what pride gets you- a world full of enemies, and the ability to not care"

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putthepromptsonpaper:

"Would you please avoid staining the floor with blood again? It’s a pain to wash out" "If you know another way to shoot someone to death I’d be happy to hear it"

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Writing Prompt #190

awritersinspirations:

I saw everything.

I saw the lightening and destruction, felt the thunder and tearing wind, even witnessed the fear and relief as it ended.

But all along, I heard nothing.

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so I gave my nephew a set of avengers cookie cutters and last night they made some sugar cookies with them

sicilian-macaroon:

rangerkimmy:

most of them came out REALLY GOOD like

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spiderman

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hulk

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and iron man

but then there’s…

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captain amerihurr

I can’t BREATHE

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“How are you only seventeen?” They said,
“how are you so young but have all this
going on in your head?”

I don’t know,
I really don’t. I can’t explain
to you why I think death is the answer to
my problem, I can’t tell you why I think
soul mates exists because when I met
him it made me believe in something,
and fuck, isn’t that better than nothing?
I can’t speak about the scars on my thighs
because each one of them, according to
you were caused by lies, the lies that I told
myself, that I was too ugly, too fat, too dumb.
I still don’t see them as lies, because god
damn you don’t see myself through my eyes.
I won’t open up to you about how he ripped a
piece of my being away from me that night,
and no, I won’t open up about how every
evening there’s a fight. I will maybe tell you
about my mother, and how she thinks I am
crazy, and strange. I could never tell you face
to face about my suicide attempt, and how
I had it arranged. I won’t talk to you about
anything, nothing, not even over a phone
call. You’ll have to read my writing,
because trust me, it explains it all.

i.c. // don’t ask, read (via delicatepoetry)

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She’s a beautiful catastrophe trying to find herself in a world that silences different personalities.
15 word story (via she-lives-to-write)

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