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Burn One- A GamTav fanfiction Part 2 [Final]

Summary: Your name is Gamzee Motherfucking Makara, and you aren't a good motherfucker when you're sober. That's why Karkat sent you to this place- so you could get better. You aren't going to get better. Nothing would change your habit, not Karkat, not Tavros- No one. And frankly, you're okay with that. (Thank you to everyone who liked the first part of this story! I hope this conclusion is up to par with the first part. I'd like to apologize for how long it took to update this story, but I really, really wanted it to be the best that it could be. Also, I'd like to say that this story is very unrealistic, and I'm sor

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Burn One- A GamTav fanfiction Part 2 [Final] by sailormoon1fan, literature

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Burn One- A GamTav fanfiction Part 2 [Final]

5 reasons to date a girl with an eating disorder by A-Lovely-Anxiety, literature

You only fly for a little while by Tangled-Tales, literature

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You only fly for a little while

She was just four years old kicking her feet harder and harder, as the swingset creaked and cracked She finally reached the peak, jumped off, and said, "Mama, I'm gonna fly." and so she did; three feet into the air, sticking the landing like a gymnast And I wonder everyday if those were the same words she muttered before jumping off that bridge, unable to remember, you only fly for a little while.

Six Ways to Earn More Commissions by woohooligan, journal

Six Ways to Earn More Commissions

Jun 8, 2011

If you’re serious about earning an income with your art, then you have to be serious about marketing yourself. If you’re like me, you hate selling… you don’t like rejection, it makes you nervous and you think you’re no good at it. That’s why we’re artists and not salesmen. Fortunately marketing yourself is kind of an art form. :nod: Although I don’t have all the answers, I’d like to share a little of what I’ve learned about the art of marketing ourselves. :bulletblue: Be Seen: First, make it easy for people to find you. Create a deviation with a list of the different kinds of commis

Suicides Learning To Speak by Rosary0fSighs, literature

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Suicides Learning To Speak

It’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there fo

Depression (in Eight Parts) by tinkertype, literature

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Depression (in Eight Parts)

I. I took a walk once, and Depression walked alongside me. "I want to be alone," I told him. "I know," he replied, "Why do you think I'm here?" II. "I have a plan," Depression said to me. "Not today," I said. "I'm tired." He frowned and asked, "How did you know my plan?" III. I gave the weekend over to Depression but he took three days instead of two. "Think of it as an investment," he said. "And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night without regrets." IV. Fallen to the floor I look up and see he's smiling at me. "You know what they say about old dogs." He's doing this on purpose, I know he is- and it's working. "They can't l

How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature

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How to love a girl who can't love herself.

one. When she cries herself to sleep six out of seven nights a week you must say nothing. You must simply take her in your arms and kiss her gaunt, pale cheeks and wait for her to slumber at the sound of your heart. two. On the days where she wishes she were part of the stars, tell her no. Tell her that there are too many lights in the sky and that just one would be forgotten the moment you looked away from it. Tell her that she is perfect the way she is: completely human. three. Don't let her think about the scars that no one but her can see. If she says

Nonessential Prosthesis by AceFleam, literature

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Nonessential Prosthesis

Nonessential Prosthesis By Aaron C. Richards The pain comes in waves like a hole in the head. A hole in the head. A hole in the head. And as each wave comes I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead. I wish it was dead. Then the overlord comes around and everything changes. It’s all “Hail Spectrum”, and “Song of Ages” and “Whose thrum is loudest to please the queen?” I’ve been waiting a long time for my chance to please the queen. But my thrum is weak. The prettiest sounds I make are inside my head: the one place that the hive doesn’t seem to be able to get to. Because the only place darker

Gossamer by undeadbovine, literature

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Gossamer

On Monday, he killed a spider. He scraped its guts off the bottom of his shoe before reluctantly putting it back on and shuddering. He knew it was just paranoia - he’d used the outside of the shoe after all - but he could still feel the tiny legs as if they were scampering over his foot. His cat Socrates distracted him from the ghostly sensation, meowing for the half open tin of food that was still sitting on the kitchen counter. Reaching down with a smile, he pet Socrates and forgot about the spider. --- He rolled out of bed on Tuesday, the sheets tossed around him in an attempt to cool down during the warm summer night. Half asleep

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