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Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO!  Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve
Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.
The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t
Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]
Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes
Ignorance Is Bliss     Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

    I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

    You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you
Important   You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
    For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
    Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
    Find your beauty. N
I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th
The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what
I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,
This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu
NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev
to everyone who gave me a fav to everyone who gave me a fav thank you very much
Big Brother? "Grown up."
"Suck up."
"You are so immature."
"You'll never get better."
"You'll never be better."
"You're a hindrance."
"Stop talking. Close your mouth."
"No one wants to hear you."
"It'd be better for everyone if you'd just stop TALKING."

    I smirk. I laugh.  I never shut up. I don't give him what he wants.  I continuously talk over him as he spews out his insults.  I act like it's all a joke.  He thinks I'm stupid for it, and I want him to think I'm nothing short of annoying.  I want him to give up on me and avoid me.  I'll spit out something to anger him at every given opportunity.  Continue to greet him every time he walks in the do
Oni, The Element of Loneliness
There coldly sitting, a Demon without evil in his Dark heart, without friends and without care. The snow was falling down above his hat and cape changing them from the black color of his loneliness to that white color which doesn't differ from his fur, that so pure color of the good things that the other ponies had: Friends, Love, Family, goodness and understanding. Nopony of them approached the already judged Demon, nopony of them stopped enjoying how the tears of the innocent Demon, who was hiding his eyes, were sliping down by his cold cheeks while this one was lowering his head to not see anyone.

The young Demon always was a loner everyw
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I Forgot to Take My Meds

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Everything seemed fine, at first. I couldn't tell if anything was wrong or not. I just carried on as usual. Everything seemed right as rain, fine as pie, okey-dokey. That is....until I heard that whisper. "Angie..." that familiar voice. That voice I only heard for the first part of my life, but oh, how I longed for him to be with me now.
"D---Daddy?" I called down the hallway, turning away from my computer.
"Angel....you're okay....you're okay....nothing is wrong with you....but I'm not okay...I never was..." my father's voice whispered in reply. "But you...you're okay. It's all in your head, princess...all in your head..." This wasn't normal. I hadn't heard things like this in a long, long time. That's when a thought popped into my mind; did I forget to take my meds again?
Back when I lived...there, my psychiatrist Judy had a doctor perscribe some pills for me. I was never exactly sure of what they were, since someone had ripped the label off, not to mention they didn't even give me the persciption. Just my fucking luck, huh? I didn't really take them that much, so I still have a pretty much half-full bottle. Lately, I had discovered their effects and so I started taking them more often. I must admit, however, I'm kind of a forgetful person, at times. I'd easily forget to take my pills, unless someone was there to remind me. Sadly, my foster-mom was at work and my foster-dad was called away on business, suddenly. I was alone. No one could remind me.
"Angel Rose Morgan, get over here, you little BITCH!!" another voice screamed. A voice that made shivers creep up my spine. I froze in place, whimpering quietly. "You sinning little waste of space...I wish I'd never even given birth to you, you pathetic whore!!"
"Shut up..." I growled, my voice quivering with fury and sorrow.
"Don't you fucking tell ME what to do!!" she screeched in response. "You want me to teach you another lesson, you stupid cunt? Didn't you learn last time? Very well, if you WANT me to teach you another lesson, I'll do it!!!"
The memories. The searing agony of those fucking metal pokers against my arms, the belt lashing against my back, her fist slamming into my cheek. It all rushed back to me at once. It almost felt real, like I was back there.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" I screamed, bursting into tears. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to remember. "Leave me alone!!" I fell out of my chair, curling up into a fetal position on the floor, sobbing my eyes out. It was all I could think to do.

I remained there, crying, attempting to block all the screaming and demanding out, for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, I heard a door opening.
"Angie, I'm home!" The voice of my foster-father called. There was a long pause between the two of us, then I heard his footsteps approaching, closer and closer. I heard him exclaim in surprise, when he saw me in such a state. Then, I heard him sigh sympathetically "...You forgot to take your medicine, didn't you?"
I looked up at my foster-dad with glistening, teary eyes. My lower lip trembled as I attempted to hold back my tears. I nodded. He sighed again.
"Come on. Let's go find it..."
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This is a real experience I had, a couple of weeks ago...
Yeah, and I admit it. I have to take special meds in order for me to "be okay". Man...my real parents must have fucked me up pretty bad. :/
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~ThePeacefulFeather Jun 7, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
:tighthug:s
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~Slasheretta Jun 8, 2012
Thanks...:iconsadhugplz:
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Damn i'm so sorry :iconsadhugplz:
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~Slasheretta Jun 8, 2012
Ah....it's okay...
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*overlordmolly Jun 8, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
if you ever want to talk about anything i'm always here :)
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~Slasheretta Jun 8, 2012
Awww, thanks Mol. :)
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*overlordmolly Jun 8, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
no problem :)
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~Slasheretta Jun 8, 2012
:) Y'know, I'm so glad to see that people are there to help me through this.
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Mood: Sadness *Ozzyiommi Jun 5, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is terrible AoD. I'm so sorry D:
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~Slasheretta Jun 5, 2012
I-it's okay, Oz....yet another example of how I've fucked up, I suppose.
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