Swan Songs;

I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.

Name:Bella Nicole
Type: Artist
I have Dreamers Disease.
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"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.


everyone cry

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Sooo my last entry was different shit from different writings or works i did.
There’s no order whatsoever and idc what you all think. It sucks anyway. Doesn’t make sense for shit.
I was just typin and it came out.

Ahahha kinda stupid.
I’m talking to myself ?
Yah but yah

I should type all my work 0;
And organize theses stories.
But I’m lazy


He’s making it difficult for me.
I can’t make a single decision.
I’m scared and he threatened his own life.
Which makes me more scared. I was okay with dealing with the idea of doing it alone &
I am alone,
and with him really saying he wants death instead of life because of this….
Makes me realize I will probably actually have to do it … Alone.

He blames me.
I forgive him.
I crave the attention from him still, even though he says all these horrible things.

I think back and I outweigh every mean thing he says with a beautiful memory.
And at least I try to, but sometime I hear what he says and it’s like razors against my face and I feel as if I need to be submerged into water to feel sense of relief.

I flashback to when I was six, on the last day of swim class and when the instructors finally let you jump off the diving board.
I’m at the top, looking down.
Afraid. But I know I’ll jump, and I know what’s gonna be at the bottom and I know how I’ll come up to the surface and I know if anything happened, people will be there.
But why am I still afraid?
I didn’t hesitate to get up there,
I wanted desperately to jump

The flashback stops, I don’t remember jumping.
But I was in the water.


i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture

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As a paranormal/horror blogger I can assure you these child abuse ads are the most scariest and saddest thing I’ve ever seen. Probably because things like that are happening RIGHT NOW at this very INSTANT. 

And it’s horrifying but hopefully these ads bring more attention towards it. 

I got these from this buzzfeed article. You can view more ads and the sources for these ads there as well. 

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