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happy thanksgiving by the way. to any of you who celebrate it, i hope you have some good food today, and i don’t know, tell someone you love them
#[🖤] pretty-one-speaks#i am thankful for my friends#and also my mom#and also all the people who support my acting and writing#i love you all#especially#atticus#reezy#jay#and#mikhail#mwah#my favs
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HAVE U GUYS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME :3
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Gin rummy x Sweet Black girl reader!
So. This is my first time EVER writing on tumblr. I’m excited!
I haven’t seen ANY tumblr’s of Gin Rummy and I LOVE him. Idk why. But this may be bad. But tell me some things and I promise I’ll get better!
TW: Gunshot, guns, foul language, mention of death, gunshot wound, and children being traumatized.
Not smut, but definitely not fluff.
Gin rummy, your boyfriend. One of the best boyfriends you could ask for, he acts all hard in front of people but he is such a softie for you and only you. Whenever your in his presence he melts, and he’s a lot nicer. He listens to you, like a dog.
"Mornin’ Rummy. You woke up a bit late so I’m cooking breakfast today. Anything specific you want?" You asked him will putting the bacon in the oven.
"Mmm.. Pancakes." He said in his groggy voice that gave you butterflies. "Uh-uh. No pancakes, you always put way too much Suva’ and you end up all over the place. How about sausage instead?"
"Mm." Was all he said as he sunk back into your neck and taking in your sweet natural smell.
Knock! Knock!
"You get that Rummy?" He nodded his head and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before opening the door.
"Oh snap! Ed Wuncler the third." Ed? The hell is he doing here?
"My man, Gin Rummy. What’s good baby?"
"It’s all good man, just about to eat breakfast. Come on in."
"I know dat smell from a mile of damn way! Y/n yo ass in here!?" Sometimes Ed annoyed you but most of the time he was cool.
"What’s good Ed." You sapped him up. "Kids..? Since when did you have children?" You asked tilting your head to look at a boy with an Afro and another boy with cornrows."
"Man do I look like I got kids!? These little motherfuckers need some help finding a killer or sum shit." You nodded your head as Ed walked away to talk to Rummy. You decided to talk to them.
"Hey boys, what’s your names?" You got down to their level and gave them a small smile.
"Huey."
"Riley, AKA young reezy."
"Nice to meet you Huey, and young Reezy. Would you boy like some breakfast? It’s Eggs, Bacon, and sausage. And if not theirs English muffins and some peach jelly."
The boys shook their head no at the same. You were so nice to them and your smile was so bright and filled with nothing but care just from seeing two boys you didn’t even know.
You set up plates for Ed and Rummy as the boys and Ed were talking.
"Look, we have exactly 4 hours and 45 minutes to find the X-Bic killer. Can you help us do it?" You heard Huey say as you sit a plate of food down in front of Ed.
"I’ll be dead on his ass Like Spenser: For rucking Hire. I’ll hunt him down and feed him his own testicles, and, I’ll do it in a jiffy. And I don’t care if his momma there his grandmama, innocent bystanders, Lilly kids, babysitters, bill collectors, whatever. I’ll leave his whole block filled with hot brass if I have to. And you know why? Because I just don’t t give a fuck!"
You sighed and looked at him "Try not to get so upset. Eat your food so you don’t go out on an empty stomach, ok?" You have another one of those sweet passion filled smiles to him that made his stomach do front lips and somersaults.
"Yeah- I’m just- sorry." You smiled and gave an apologetic look to the boys. So decent for someone like him.
In the car.
You sat in between Huey and Riley while you watched Rummy load his gun.
"So y’all was in Iraq together?" Riley asked rummy.
"Yeah, we was in Iraq." Rummy said back.
"What did y’all do?"
"We was looking for weapons of mass destruction."
"…Did you ever find ‘em?"
"You know god damn well we ain’t find ‘em!" He yelled at Riley. You need to keep him in check.
"Rummy, chill. He’s a kid ok. Remember what we talked about. Kids ask questions."
He sighed and shut his mouth. "I was looking for butches but they had carpet shut all over ‘em, and I couldn’t see what they looked like. All that was really exposed was their eyes and that wasn’t enough for me. Cuz you know, I’m looking at they eyes and they eyes be pretty and I take their carpet off and then I get a whole tragedy." Ed said.
And then rummy spoke again. "Well no, we didn’t fine ‘em but I always say "The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence."
"What?" Huey said.
You sighed and tried explaining yourself. "What he means is, simply because you don’t have evidence that something does exist doesnt mean you have evidence something doesn’t exist."
"What?" Riley said
"What country you from?" Rummy spoke.
“What?" Riley said the same thing, again.
"What ain’t no country I heard of, they speak English in what?"
"What?"
"English motherfucker do you speak it!?" Rummy screamed in the kids face.
"Yeah.."
"So do you understand the words I’m saying to you!?"
"Y-yeah."
"Rummy please, you’re scaring him." You chimed in ad you put your hand on Riley’s shoulder.
"You ok Riley?” You said to him and he just looked at you.
"… What?"
You sighed.
At the store.
"Aye! Slow your role G! You guys have to pay first!" The cashier said as you looked in your purse for your wallet.
“Damn! Chill out Aladdin Hussein! You know I’m good for it!"
Rummy put his hand your arm to stop you from getting your wallet out of your purse. You looked up at him, confused. He might pay for it.
….
"Look! He got a weapon!" Ed yelled when he saw the cop.
"Hold on! Wait a minute put the gun down!" You saw Rummy play along.
You stepped back from them and up to the children standing in front of them. You obviously weren’t their mother but it was instinct.
After yelling from across the room you heard Huey from behind you. "There is no weapon! They’re robbing the store!" You did t say anything, you didn’t want rummy to go to prison but you also did t wanna get in trouble so you did t say anything.
You watched them all scream at each other as you made sure those kids stayed tight behind you and you closed your eyes as they all argued.
Untill you heard gunshots. You moved as quick as lightning picking up Huey and Riley and setting them behind an isle in the gas station making them stay down.
You loooked past the isle and saw rummy getting blown across the counter and Ed running around. "Rummy! Both of you stay here!" You ran out from the isle to get to your boyfridnyou were so close.
You fell on your stomach. "… God, it’s so warm, like… water on my stomach. It’s so warm… and gooey… and red… and red. It’s fucking red. I just got fucking shot!
Soon the warmth stopped as you held your stomach while screaming in pain.
“Shit shit shit! Cmon- we gotta- we gotta call the ambulance!" You heard rummy yell to ed as you layed on the floor untill feeling him scoop you up and bring you behind a counter.
"Man is you crazy!? We cal the ambulance we gon’ be in trouble too!" Ed yelled back to him.
"You’ll- you’ll be fine- God- fuck! He put his hand on your stomach and pressed on it as you breathed heavily. Everything went black.
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You woke up in the hospital to hear light snoring on your lap and you saw rummy, Huey, and Riley all asleep on your hospital bed. Ed was on the couch.
You ran your hands on Rummy’s hair. And he slowly woke up. “You’re awake.” He said to you. “I can see that.” You said back smiling. “How the hell are you still smiling? You just got shot baby. And you’re smiling?"he asked as he held your hand. "Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m happy about what happened. I’m just happy we all got out alive and no one died.” He sighed and put his head back on your lap.
“Were the boys ok?” You asked you wondere how Huey and Riley felt. Their just kids seeing all of this. “Huey was giving me a whole lecture about it like he a teacher and Riley thought you were gonna die.” He said looking at them.
“Good thing you didn’t, right?”
“Right.”
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ELLO TUMBLR!!
☆• Call me Possum/Reezy
🫀- I am a Punkflower/Clawcode/Ghostbyte/ (idk what Pav x Gayatri’s ship name is I think it’s like classychai? Idk) shipper!!
I’m 51 🔄
I Like Horror I write Horror Stories I also love writing angst I rarely write fluff… I use Any/All pronouns
DNI: terfs, radfems, swerfs, transphobes, homophobes, misogynists, racists, ‘mspec lesbians’, ‘bi lesbians’, longsword lesbians, battle axe bisexuals, cishet men, proshippers // thanks
I am a huge Spider Man / Spider women Fan
🎸- I’m a punk (Like Hobie)
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About: autistic | queer | writer | artist | 18+
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| Arcane | Avatar: The Last Airbender | Baldur’s Gate 3 | Critical Role | Gravity Falls | Hazbin Hotel | Helluva Boss | How to Train Your Dragon | Kipo & the Age of the Wonderbeasts | Lord of the Rings | Nimona | Sanders Sides | Shadowhunters | She-Ra | Strangers Things | The Dragon Prince | The Hobbit | The Legend of Korra | The Legend of Zelda | The Magicians | The Owl House | The Umbrella Academy |
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about me
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Been on Tumblr for a few weeks now and have been pretty satisfied with the art and fandoms I’ve been following on here. Hi! My name is Reezy, but others call me Night, Nova, or Nox. I’m just an average girl who has healthy obsessions with fandoms such as Transformers, Undertale, Stranger Things, TMNT & More! I am also a juvenile and unprofessional story writer on Wattpad (@NovaDreamerZ) I have one fanfic I wrote and published nearly two years ago and plan on writing more solely as hobby and nothing more.😁✨
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Learn about the socially awkward black girl <3
Name: Pippa
Age: 16
Favorite food: Ramen
Where I want to travel to: Russia and Korea
Favorite color: Lavender <3
What my name could have been: Alexandra, Taylor, Sydney, Maybell, Florence.
What I love: My family and early sunsets!
My aesthetics: Indie/emo/preppy/that girl/villain era
My favorite shows: Stranger Things/Euphoria/Everything Sucks!/ The owl house
Men I hate: Andrew Tate
My YouTube groups: Reezy/ Dazzler/ wolfpack: Courtreezy, Daz watches and Daz games, Sssniperwolf!
Fun Facts about me <3
I love writing mysterious endings! I saw Sza in public but I was too nervous to talk to her :( I love watching the clouds. I have never been to a wedding. I like being home alone but it's scary sometimes. My favorite actors/actresses are China Anne Mclain and Caleb Mclaughin. I used to binge watch The babysitters club. I'm sick rn.
Talents:
I can lick my elbow. I can cartwheel. I can sing...kind of.
Classes I want to take
Photography, modeling, fashion classes, dance class, French classes.
Classes I do take:
Archery, art, designing, singing, math, English because I'm Nigerian and almost always speak in my native language. (For the record, I'm from a certain part of Nigeria so English is spoken less frequently!) Spanish, and cooking!
Zodiac sign: Sagittarius
Where I'm from: Igbo Nigeria
Places I've been: India, Mexico, New York, LA, China, Japan, Paris
Favorite animals: Bears, Sloths, Crocodile, Bunnies, dogs, cats
Where I live currently: New York
I loved talking with you! See you next time!
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(It is essential you know the font I uses for the “Live Reezy Reaction” writing is called “Love Ya Like A Sister.”)
LOVE YA LIKE A SISTERNSALKFKNEFK PERFECT
AND THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THIS OLD THING
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If there is anything I need to tag, please let me know. No questions asked, just automatically respecting the request(s). I might slip up, so remind me if I ever forget. I care. <3 /p /gen
Tag Meanings.
Topic: Tag
Homestuck: Homestunk
Clothing: Fashions/Fashion
Important: Importanttag
Minecraft: Minecraft
Drawfee: Drawing Coffee
Drawga: Drawing Saga
Drawtectives: Drawing Detectives
Secret Sleepover Society: SSS
Resident Evil Village: Reezie Eevil Vil
Marine Animals: Marine Critters
Animals: Animals
Kingdom Hearts: KH
Warrior Cats: WC
Creepypasta: CrepePasta
Goatlings: Goat Game
Hermitcraft: HC
3rd Life: 3L
Last Life: LL
Double Life: DL
Limited Life: LimL
Secret Life: SL
Real Life: RL
Afterlife (Origin+X Life) SMP: ALSMP
Rats SMP: Ratsmp
Hanhua Riji/God Troubles Me: Hanhua Riji
Razia's Shadow: RS
Empires SMP: Empires & Empires S2
Bring Down Heaven (The City Stained Red, The Mortal Tally, God's Last Breath): BDH Spoilers
Romantic Killer: Romantic Killer
Tiger & Bunny: TB
FAItH The Unholy Trinity: FTU3
Asks: Answered Asks (because sometimes people are nice and explain a reference I didn't get, but reblogged nonetheless because I liked it.)
Posts: Rare Post
Specific Characters: Tag
Obey Me! Characters-
Lucifer: The one who needs bonking
Mammon: The greedy one
Leviathan: The one that's basically me
Satan: The bookish one
Asmodeus: The pretty one
Beelzebub: The sweet one
Belphegor: The sleepy one
Lord Diavolo: My husband! / The Prince one
Barbatos: Goth Boyfriend / The tired one
Simeon: The writing one
Luke: Little brother! / The one quaking with anger
Solomon: The eccentric one
Lilith: The fallen sister
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How the Alphabet Got Its Order, Malcolm X and Other New Books to Read
https://sciencespies.com/history/how-the-alphabet-got-its-order-malcolm-x-and-other-new-books-to-read/
How the Alphabet Got Its Order, Malcolm X and Other New Books to Read
Throughout history, alphabetical order has acted as an unsung agent of democratization, providing an organizational framework based not on social hierarchies, but an easily memorized string of letters. As historian Judith Flanders argues in A Place for Everything: The Curious History of Alphabetical Order, “The religious no longer automatically took precedence over the secular, kings over subjects, or man over animals.”
In today’s Western world, the A-B-Cs are as self-evident as 1-2-3. But the adoption of an ordered Latin alphabet (the system used in most European and English languages) was far from straightforward. In fact, writes Flanders in the “first-ever history of alphabetization,” the protracted path toward alphabetical order spans millennia, involving such diverse entities and individuals as the Library of Alexandria, philosopher John Locke and George Washington.
The latest installment in our series highlighting new book releases, which launched in late March to support authors whose works have been overshadowed amid the Covid-19 pandemic, explores the history of alphabetical order, the woman behind Wolf Hall, the life of Malcolm X, secrets of urban design and chance’s role in shaping the world.
Representing the fields of history, science, arts and culture, innovation, and travel, selections represent texts that piqued our curiosity with their new approaches to oft-discussed topics, elevation of overlooked stories and artful prose. We’ve linked to Amazon for your convenience, but be sure to check with your local bookstore to see if it supports social distancing-appropriate delivery or pickup measures, too.
A Place for Everything: The Curious History of Alphabetical Order by Judith Flanders
The invention of the alphabet dates to some 4,000 years ago, when merchants and mercenaries in Egypt’s Western Desert developed a phonetic system of symbols that could be rearranged into words. “Just as money was a stand-in for value,” notes Joe Moran in the Guardian’s review of A Place for Everything, “so the alphabet was a stand-in for meaning, separating words into letters for ease of reordering” and allowing humans “to shape whole universes of meaning out of a small number of letters.”
Derived from an array of earlier alphabetic systems, the Latin alphabet gained traction across the ancient world following its invention in the seventh century B.C. But a widely accepted alphabetical order remained elusive. As Chris Allnut points out for the Financial Times, Galen, the second-century A.D, Greek physician, took a subjective approach in his On the Properties of Food, organizing listings by general category and level of nourishment. The Library of Alexandria, meanwhile, used first-letter alphabetical order to organize certain scrolls, but “this was just one system among many,” according to Flanders. Later, medieval monks elevated the sacred over the profane; one European abbot wrote his English dictionary in descending order, beginning with angels, the sun and moon, and the Earth and the sea and concluding with weapons, metals and gems, per the Times’ Dan Jones.
The rise of the printing press in the mid-15th century furthered the cause of alphabetization by sparking an unprecedented explosion in the dissemination of information. Still, widespread adoption of alphabetical order didn’t simply follow “hard on the heels of printing,” according to Flanders. Instead, she writes, “[T]he reality was less tidy,” owing much to government bureaucracy, librarians and an array of fascinating historical figures.
A Place for Everything is peppered with tales of such individuals. Among others, the list of alphabetical order’s early proponents (or detractors) includes diarist Samuel Pepys; poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge; George Washington, who kept his records in an “alphabetted” ledger; and 13th-century Dominican monk John of Genoa, who prefaced his alphabetized Latin dictionary with a note stating, “I have devised this order at the cost of great effort and strenuous application. … I beg of you, therefore, good reader, do not scorn this great labor of mine and this order as something worthless.”
Mantel Pieces: Royal Bodies and Other Writing From the London Review of Books by Hilary Mantel
In March, Hilary Mantel concluded her much-lauded trilogy on statesman Thomas Cromwell with The Mirror & the Light, which follows the last four years of the Tudor minister’s life. Her next work—a collection of 20 essays previously published in the London Review of Books—expands the universe inhabited by Cromwell, deftly detailing Tudor figures like Anne Boleyn’s infamous sister-in-law, Jane; Henry VIII’s best friend, Charles Brandon; and 67-year-old noblewoman Margaret Pole, who was brutally executed on an increasingly paranoid Henry’s orders.
Mantel Pieces also moves beyond 16th-century England: “Royal Bodies,” a polarizing 2013 essay that employed Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge, in its broader discussion of how the media, royal family and public treat female royals, appears, as do meditations on Madonna (the pop icon), the Madonna (or Virgin Mary), Britain’s “last witch” and a pair of 10-year-old’s headline-grabbing 1993 murder of 2-year-old James Bulger.
The author herself—the only two-time woman winner of the United Kingdom’s highest literary award, the Booker Prize—takes center stage in several personal essays. Tackling events including her first meeting with her stepfather, a showdown with a circus strongman and the aftermath of a major surgery, Mantel demonstrates that “[a]s a memoirist, [she] is without parallel,” per Frances Wilson of the Telegraph.
As Wilson concludes, “It is only when her essays are laid out like this that we can see the inside of Mantel’s huge head, bulging with knowledge and a million connections.”
The Dead Are Arising: The Life of Malcolm X by Les and Tamara Payne
When Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist Les Payne died of a heart attack in 2018, his daughter, Tamara, stepped in to complete his unfinished biography of Malcolm X. Two years later, the 500-page tome is garnering an array of accolades, including a spot on the 2020 National Book Awards shortlist.
The elder Payne started researching the civil rights leader in 1990. Over the next 28 years, he conducted hundreds of interviews with Malcolm’s friends, family, acquaintances, allies and enemies, tirelessly working to tease out the truth behind what he described as the much-mythologized figure’s journey “from street criminal to devoted moralist and revolutionary.”
The Dead Are Arising traces Malcolm’s childhood in Nebraska, brushes with the law as a teenager in Michigan, time as a petty criminal in Boston and Harlem, emergence as a black nationalist leader of the Nation of Islam, and 1965 assassination. The result, writes Publishers Weekly in its review, is a “richly detailed account” that paints “an extraordinary and essential portrait of the man behind the icon.”
The 99% Invisible City: A Field Guide to the Hidden World of Everyday Design by Roman Mars and Kurt Kohlstedt
Based on the hit podcast “99% Invisible,” this illustrated field guide demystifies urban design, addressing “mysteries that most of us have never considered,” writes Kenneth T. Jackson for the New York Times. Why are manhole covers round? Why are revolving doors often sandwiched between traditional ones? What do the symbols painted on sidewalks and roads mean? And why are some public spaces so intentionally “hostile”?
Co-written by host Roman Mars and “99% Invisible” contributor Kurt Kohlstedt, The 99% Invisible City is “an ideal companion for city buffs, who’ll come away seeing the streets in an entirely different light,” according to Kirkus. Case studies range from metal fire escapes to fake facades, New York City’s Holland Tunnel, the CenturyLink Building in Minneapolis, modern elevators and utility codes, all of which are employed to illustrate broader points about inconspicuous and conspicuous design, geographic delineations versus designations, and the influence of government regulations on city landscapes, among other topics.
The authors’ enthusiasm for their subject is apparent in both the book’s wide-ranging scope and attention to detail. As Mars and Kohlstedt write in the introduction, “So much of the conversation about design centers on beauty, but the more fascinating stories of the built world are about problem-solving, historical constraints, and human drama.”
A Series of Fortunate Events: Chance and the Making of the Planet, Life, and You by Sean B. Carroll
Biologist Sean B. Carroll opens his latest book, A Series of Fortunate Events, with an anecdote about North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Il, who claimed to have scored five holes-in-one the very first time he played a round of golf. North Korea’s propensity for propaganda, coupled with the fact that golf champion Tiger Woods has scored just three holes-in-one in the entirety of his two-decade professional career, casts immediate doubts on Jong-Il’s account. But the scale of the lie is made all the more evident by Carroll’s employment of hard facts: As he points out, the chances of an amateur golfer achieving four holes-in-one are around 1 in 24 quadrillion—or 24 followed by 15 zeros.
In this case, the odds are against Jong-Il. But A Series of Fortunate Events demonstrates that similarly unlikely occurrences shape individual lives and the fate of the universe alike. “[B]reezy, anecdotal, informative and amusing,” notes the Wall Street Journal’s Andrew Crumey, Carroll’s work renders hefty topics accessible, exploring the perfect storm of events responsible for evolution, the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs and every living person’s conception. (In the scientist’s words, “it’s time to think about your parents’ gonads, and the moment you were conceived.”)
Acknowledging the “razor-thin line” between life and death or existence and extinction may seem like a terrifying prospect. But doing so can also be liberating.
“Look around you at all the beauty, complexity and variety of life,” writes Carroll. “We live in a world of mistakes, governed by chance.”
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i'll drop by for christmas, hope u guys r still w me !!!!
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You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, media player, etc and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people. One rule: no skipping. Thank you for tagging me @street-cycle 1. Childish Gambino - Not Going Back 2. Hitmane Kokirimix - Bandz A Make Her Dance 3. Nujabes - Mystline (Chanbara 'Hiphop Mix) 4. GrandeMarshall - Lupin III 5. 2Pac - All About You 6. Lupe Fiasco - Kick Push 7. Nujabes - The Space Between Two Worlds 8. C-Reezy - Inamorata 9. Nujabes - Feather 10. G-Eazy - Let's Get Lost (Bass Boosted) 11. T.I. Ft. Chris Brown - Private Show 12. Childish Gambino - Sober 13. Jarreau Vandal - Be Alright 14. Didrick - A Part Of You (WRLD Remix) 15. Calvin Harris - Summer (Mike Stud Remix) 16. G-Eazy - Been On 17. M.O.V.E. - Gamble Rumble 18. Sky Rizzo - Mind Plays 19. G-Eazy - Lady Killers II (Christoph Andersson Remix) 20. Dom Kennedy - Watermelon Sundae I usually have a mix of oldies and randoms. I tag anyone that wants me to listen to what kind of music they enjoy.
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A little introduction...
Hi my name is Reezy, I’m 25 years old and I live in the Netherlands. And i have depression. I can’t really remember when it actual starting to creep in but I suspect I lived with a luring depression during puberty and it evolved to a beast when I hit adulthood.
It was hard, I come from a very dis-functioning and broken family so it’s hard to ask for help when you feel like they wil never understand and this was making me very lonely. I had little friends who tried their best to understand but often fail. I’ve lost a bunch of friends because of my depression although they would never admit it themselves, offcourse you loose a friend or 2 because faith had other plans but this was different.
Now I want to share my word and story with others so that other people would never feel like they don’t belong here or that they’re alone in this world. and this is also a good therapy for me as well, it a great feeling for me to write my emotions down and get them out of my head and onto paper.. or onto a screen in this chase..
If you feel the need to talk to me about something what’s on your mind or if you want to share your story with me or you’re just looking for someone to chat who knows the feeling about being depressed just go head and messaged me.
Ps. Please don’t mind the grammar, English is not my native language and it is hard enough to write down my feelings and thoughts in my own language let alone to translate it. I will do my best to dubbel check.
wel that was it for now. I hope you will enjoy my blog Stay save !
And Remember that the bad times.. Are just times that are bad.
Love you all..... XxxReezy
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I can never eat when I'm depressed....
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