sixpenceee:

THE VOICES
I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 
I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.
At first it’s soft.
"Please help me."
I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.
“PLEASE. PLEASE.”
It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.
“COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.”
I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish, my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.
“PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”
I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.
"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."
My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. 
"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late, but I’m hearing the voices again."
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sixpenceee:

THE VOICES

I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 

I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.

At first it’s soft.

"Please help me."

I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.

PLEASE. PLEASE.

It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.

COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish, my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.

PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”

I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.

"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."

My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. 

"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late, but I’m hearing the voices again."

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surrealscorpion:

In India, a snake protects two pups for 48 hours after they accidentally fall into a hole. At first it was thought that she wanted to attack them, but then noticed she was caring for the puppies. When rescued, the snake was released into a forest. 

It is impossible not to share it with you.

that snake is going to snake heaven

precious babies

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I couldn’t help myself.

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Neither could I

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pure-hippie-vibes:

Saw this on a random bench, and it just made me really sad.. Sometimes it’s good to just sit and observe your surroundings in solitude for a while but notice how it says “many years”.. This hit me hard, sometimes we live like we have an unlimited amount of hours to live, one day we’re sitting on a bench enjoying the scenery the next we might be in a casket. I realised that i dont want to react to life anymore, i want to live it by my own terms and maybe someday i’ll get a bench in memory of my existence  but a small statute or a paragraph about me in a well known book on how i LIVED my life would be an honour. 

"In memory of W.G Findlay
  Who spent many years
           On this seat
   Watching the world go by “

pure-hippie-vibes:

Saw this on a random bench, and it just made me really sad.. Sometimes it’s good to just sit and observe your surroundings in solitude for a while but notice how it says “many years”.. This hit me hard, sometimes we live like we have an unlimited amount of hours to live, one day we’re sitting on a bench enjoying the scenery the next we might be in a casket. I realised that i dont want to react to life anymore, i want to live it by my own terms and maybe someday i’ll get a bench in memory of my existence but a small statute or a paragraph about me in a well known book on how i LIVED my life would be an honour.

"In memory of W.G Findlay
Who spent many years
On this seat
Watching the world go by “

"

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

Tell me, do you remember?
do you remember the way my hands trembled?
do you remember the way my body slouched away from you when you
kissed me?
did it matter at all?

I took up painting after we parted and I don’t quite know how to tell you this,
but my self portrait looked like you
and I don’t know what this means,
but I know I will always be the one leaving from now on.

we can lose everyone in our lives and still relearn the way the bed feels…
cold.

If I cannot remember what my own hands feel like
what my hair smells like
what my eyes look like
how my thighs feel, clothed,
then who am I?
I was always yours.
I was always his.
I was always theirs.

I lost myself, but this time I am mine.

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

"
- Amanda Helm, Loss of You, Loss of Self  (via amandaspoetry)
"Confidence is being able to say “Fuck you, I’m the shit” without opening your mouth, say it with your walk, with your smile, say it with your entire being."
- Tati-Ana Mercedes  (via gnarly)

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