stay alive.
Not because your mother will cry at your loss but because the sun will come out tomorrow and you will not be there to appreciate it. Stay alive because the path will go somewhere exciting and you will not be able to experience it.
Stay alive because your favourite band might release a new song. Or your favourite series might be renewed for a new season. Stay alive because there are twenty thousand more series to hold you in your gloomy days.
Stay alive.
Not because your father will blame himself his whole life but you have a whole world out there for you to see. Because your coffee mug is sitting there waiting to be filled.
Stay alive because your older self is waiting for you to grow up as a wonderful person your father may not be. Stay alive because all the rights are waiting for you to fix them because nobody but you can do it.
Stay alive because the moon is there for you. The stars in the darkest of night need you to look up and admire them.
stay alive.
Not because your siblings will hold your clothes and remember you but your clothes need you to remove their emptiness. The next burger you are going to eat is waiting for you out there. Stay alive because a part of the air around you is reserved only for you to breathe.
Stay alive because a spot in front of the Eiffel Tower where you are standing needs to be in your album. Your streets are waiting for you to come for a walk with headphones on. Your favourite songs are waiting for you to give them that unmatchable attention.
stay alive.
Not because your lover will lose his/her half, but because of those roses in the garden waiting with love to be plucked for love. For that unwritten parchment that wants to be painted with your affection even if no one ever reads it.
Stay alive for the imaginations you have before your sleep and for the dance under the sky you want. For the days you laughed at your own jokes and the days you could not love yourself more.
Stay alive for your bedroom because it will never be the same without you. For the winds because they will never touch any skin in the same way. For the sky because no one will go crazier as you do seeing it changing colours. For the moon and the stars, you see so adoringly that they shine a little brightly for you. For all the songs who you have given a place in your heart. For all your favourite series you carry with you. For all the clothes you wear daily. For the rays of sun you love on your face and for the life that beats within you.
Stay alive for you.
Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
06/24/22
My friend is a trans woman who is currently homeless. Last night she witnessed her friend being shot and killed at a homeless encampment. She had to run away to avoid being shot herself. She is completely broke, out of gas, sick and traumatized, and still homeless. She just arrived in the city, but she needs to leave again after this terrifying night. Please please help. It's pride month, and I'm tired of begging every day for a trans woman to have what little she needs to survive.
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posting this before i stare at it so much that i hate it
IMPORTANT!!
Stay safe, guys!!
I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)
reblog this to give whoever u rb'd this from a lil smiley face sticker on their cheek
seems to apply only to B and up, and man you wouldn't believe how long it took me to get all of this
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Nightbringer Surprise Guests
Lucifer
I'm feeling good. Why don't we open a bottle of my prized Demonus?
1. Tap Face
2. Rub Head
3. Rub Chest
I know you want to give me a high five, don't you? Fine, just this once. Call it a special occasion.
1. High Five
2. Rub Chest
3. Tap Arm
Mammon
We'll be invincible if we Team up!
1. Rub Face
2. Rub Face
3. Rub Face
Hey, hey, hey! The Great Mammon makes his mark!
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Rub Head
Leviathan
Haha, let's experience tha taste of victory together!
1. Tap Head
2. Rub Face
3. Rub Head
Let's great each other like Normies would!
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Tap Face
Satan
We won thanks to me.
1. Rub Face
2. Tap Chest
3. (Rub/Tap Chest, Tap/Rub Arm, Tap/Rub Head, Rub Face) Tap Face (couldn't get one with more hearts???)
Is this how one shares happiness? Give me a high five.
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Tap Chest
Asmodeus
A win for me is as natural as breathing air!
1. Rub Head
2. Rub Chest
3. Rub Arm
Come on, hold out your hand. High five <3
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Rub Face
Beelzebub
Thanks to you, I was able to get through it despite being hungry.
1. Tap Head
2. Tap Head
3. Rub Chest
Not bad, huh? It's time for a victory hamburger!
1. High Five
2. Rub Chest
3. Rub Arm
Belphegor
You want to hang out with me? All right, you got it.
1. Rub Head
2. Rub Face
3. Rub Head
All right... you want me to hold up my hand, right?
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Rub Head
Diavolo
It really does feel good to win, doesn't it!
1. Rub Head
2. Rub Head
3. Tap Head
All right, let's savor the joy of victory... Just you and me!
1. High Five
2. Rub Face
3. Tap Face
Barbatos
Was I of any help to you?
1. Tap Head
2. Tap Head
3. Rub Head
Is this where we do the so-called "high five"? Someone taught me how to do it.
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Tap Head
Solomon
You're my best student, you know? As your teacher, you make me proud
1. Tap Chest
2. Rub Chest
3. Rub Chest
Hey! It felt good to win like that, huh? We make a truly amazing teacher and apprentice team, am I right?
1. High Five
2. Tap Chest
3. Rub Head
Simeon
I'm super excited right now, but how about you?
1. Rub Head
2. Rub Face
3. Rub Arm
How about we see whether exchanging greetings will deepen our bond?
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Rub Face
Luke
...So how was it? Did I look cool?
1. Rub Head
2. Rub Face
3. Rub Arm
Okay here we go! It's time for a high five!
1. High Five
2. Rub Head
3. Rub Head
can we please talk about how fucked up it is to tell someone "stop complaining" when they're clearly having a hard time and need someone to just listen.
no, cause you really should have an idea of how damaging it is, my parents told me that all my life whenever i would be exhausted, angry, sad or just frustrated and want to talk about what's been going wrong, never asked them to give me any solution but please please just listen for once.
it has fucked me in the head, i can't even think about sharing my problem or concerns without feeling guilty that m just complaining and i should be "positive", i can't stop thinking how annoying it must be for the person listening to me, i can't stop thinking that the person must be judging me for being so "pessimistic", can't stop thinking that m just taking their time and wasting it, can't stop thinking that m probably draining them to no end.
it's so fucking hard, i would be having a hard time breathing and just going about everyday but i still can't think about telling someone without thinking if m just complaining, being ungrateful and shit.
my favorite genre of men.
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