histórias de Nomorescars

S I L E N T | P R E V I E W "I think I've always disliked the whole 'shut up and smile' theory." Brielle Granger is desperate for a distraction. She wants to run away from home, school and most importantly her own thoughts that seem to be eating away at her slowly. She can't get rid of her self hate, and the longer she keeps herself secluded from others, alone; the sooner she will give into her deadly thoughts. Ryder Shay is considered to be the freak in flannels; the punk in plaid, his presence will never go unnoticed. Ryder was born to live along the edge, he just couldn't seem to create enough chaos or get into enough trouble. When Brielle accidentally meets Ryder, she knows; he's the perfect distraction. This may be triggering for anybody who has experienced any of this... Also, the stickers/ tags on my cover just show that I am supporting these causes with this novel: #GirlLove #Weareteenqueens #ProjectCharacter #ProjectWomanUp #WriteForYou I will also be supporting these following projects <3 [But they won't be on the cover] : #nomorescars #spreadyourwings #theaccepters #ProjectNobody #WEFIGHTON #ProjectYou All of these projects and champagnes bring awareness to mental health/ illness, woman's rights, equality, diversity, accepting oneself and so on <3

❝You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on, it's already gone.❞

Intro Broken hearts and scars in only places she can see, she just wanted, she just wanted, to feel something-Molly Kate Kestner, His Daughter Not everyone is lucky. Not everyone has lots of money, lots of friends, and a great family. Alia Johnson isn't one of those people. She has all of those things. She has great grades, good looks, and lots of friends, yet somehow, she is lacking a big thing, a father. Her dad died just one year ago, when his army team was bombed as soon as he was deployed to Iraq. Since than, she lost a lot of other things. Hope, confidence, strength. She has quit dancing, and has also lost interest in music all together. She can't seem to be able to get happy, no matter how much she tries. She doesn't put forth effort to anything anymore, because she feels she has truly lost the light in her life, leaving her miserable and uselessly stranded in the dark. As the holiday season comes around, what used to be a joyus occasion, is now only another miserable time for her. Her mom has yet to notice her struggles, her friends just don't seem to care, and even if she was to have the whole world surrounding her, she could still never feel as though she wasn't alone. Her anxiety keeps her up at night, and leaves her unable to get any sleep. Her thoughts on her self-image and self-worth are also impacting everything she does, from eating, to exercising, to picking out clothes. Letting others thoughts on herself become even more important than her own. Follow Alina and her story as she fights, flies, and cries, along with many other emotions and actions through this journey of hers. Will she be able to overcome this sadness, this struggle, and these other issues she is facing? Will she be able to make it to the end of the tunnel and face the light? Or will her world fade into an even darker blackness than she had before? Find out in... Waiting for That Thing Called Light

Ana Belmonte has fallen in love with Jared O'Hare, a boy she knows she can never have unless she musters the courage to overcome the only obstacle standing in her way. She has already failed and ran away from him once, leaving behind not one, but two shattered hearts. "It's okay," and "I'll find someone better," are two lies she always tells herself in order to ease the pain and after a while she, too, starts to believe in them. Just when Ana thinks she has moved on, Jared returns home for the holidays and all of the effort she has put into forgetting about him ends in vain as she finds herself falling for him all over again. Will Ana be able to experience what true happiness feels like this Christmas, or will she allow her fear to triumph the love she harbors for Jared as it has done in the past?

What did we do to deserve this? Why does the world wrong us so bad?

Ashlynn Frathurt is a teenager who knows the definition of pain. After going through the worst, she is sent to live with her estranged mom and begin a whole new adventure at her new school. There she meets a trustworthy best friend, an amazingly sweet crush, his not so welcoming girlfriend... and to top it all off a teacher... a special teacher. Will Ashlynn learn to overcome her obstacles by rising above them all and believing in herself, or will she allow herself to be defeated, yet again and sulk back into a world of misery? * TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains depression, anxiety, substance abuse and self harm. * __________ ©BEHIND A SMILING FACE 2019 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical without permission from the writer. xripthatgirlx.

This is a campaign I am starting to help raise awareness of the struggles people face. Although our troubles may not all be the same, we all have them. Some things may be more or less difficult, harmful, or unsettling than others, but in the end it all matters. "Dear Bullies, You know the boy you pushed over earlier? Committed suicide last night. The girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The boy you teased for crying? His mom died. The man you made fun of for his scars? He fought for our country. The man you stole the little leather pouch off? He was homeless. And everyone else you've been mean to? You either hurt them really bad or ruined they're life. Post this on your profile if your against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but if you are that 1% with time and heart, then show it." -Unknown (I'm not sure who started this but I got it from geminiwolf) Dear Bullies That boy you made fun of today in class today? He killed himself a few minutes ago. That girl you called dumb? She has dyslexia. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. That women you called bald? She has cancer. That kid you called bald? He has cancer too. That man you laughed at for having scars on his face? He fought for our country. That boy you punched in the hallway today? He's already being abused at home. That child you called retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a four year old. That boy you laughed at for crying? His mother died in the hospital. You think you know them? Wrong. You don't. 97% you will ignore this, the 3% who don't, copy and paste this if you have a heart So I ask you please whatever it is ShareYourStory

TBPA summer edition gold medalist 2016. Alistair Flynn is a walking anxiety attack/accident waiting to happen. Ridden by nightmares and peer pressure of being the jock of the block, his life takes a confusing turn when a hazel-eyed boy invites himself in with no invitation. Having his nails manicured and dancing to Troye Sivan isn't the only thing confusing him anymore. The boy is the only one able to tame the beast inside Alistair's head.

No matter how much she doesn't want to admit it, Vanessa Dawson is still having a hard time accepting the tragedy that has been weighing her down for the past few years. The painful wounds and haunting memories inflicted upon her are still fresh and have not yet completely healed; and as indifferent and heartless she makes out to be, the cracks in her mask are slowly beginning to reveal her broken soul, piece by piece. [ book one of the pieces series ] [ beautiful cover by @XantheRowds ]

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A/N [2020]: This book will be on hold till further notice. "Sometimes, even the most different people click to one another." ================================================================================= "Wouldn't it's fun while we bond more? It's cool that we've been through a lot yet we're still here." Mary grinned as they walked around city, feeling quite cheerful and in awe. "Ya, we're like an exothermic bond," Reece smiled as he adjust his glasses, taking a sip from his coffee. "Yeah! Mary's right," Kim shouted happily but frowned afterwards, "What's an exothermic bond?" She asked. Reece was about to speak when Liam covers his mouth, "Nope, don't speak, my brains are already swollen from all those crappy reference you've been speaking a lot lately." "Hey guys!" Mary gushed, seemingly her cheerful aura radiating in waves, "What should be our group name?" she asked gleefully. "What's group name?" Liam asked, getting a smack from Mary in return, "Ow! What was that for?" "For being dimwitted and stupid," she answered, glaring. "Ohhh! I have an idea!" Kim made a fist pump, making all the others look at her weirdly. "What is it Kim?" The others asked. "We should be... The Fantastic Four!" She grinned. "But why? We don't have any superpowers," Reece whined. "And we're not that known to others, except Kim," Liam added, putting his hands on the pockets of his leather jacket. "No, it's not about superpowers and heroes, Reece," Kim said flatly and added, "Also popularity isn't." "It's about how we are so different and so unlikely to be close yet we clicked perfectly even though how hard we've been through."

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283

Being skinny isn't all that important to fifteen-year-old Rosamund Parker. Even though she's surrounded by a horde of Barbie doll lookalikes, she's happy with who she is. With her best friend, Sage, by her side, she's perfectly content. But when Sage abruptly exits her life, it's all too easy to let the whispers destroy the fleeting self-confidence Rosie has put up over the years. If everyone thinks badly of you, are you really worth anything? Or are you just a series of stretch marks, and nothing more? Cover made by @Nau2014 highest rank-- Poetry: #351 - 07/25/16 © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2016 All Rights Reserved

In which a girl learns how thin the line between life and death really is ©2019 Dianne (@euphonioux)

Fifteen year old Andie Stewarts finds herself falling down the bottomless out of depression. People are hurting her mentally, only making her fall deeper. And every time she feels herself getting pulled back out of the pit, someone pushes her back down again. This is her story, the story that started her descent down a never ending path of sadness and fear.

"Really perfection is only just impossibility." ~~~~ Sometimes I'm happy to be alone. Glad even that I'm able to enjoy me-time in peace. Other times I feel so lonely that I can't breathe without enduring the empty pain in my heart, yearning for another to embrace me, to inhale the scent of his cologne, and for it to lull me into the comfort of tranquility. I yearn for the reassuring warmth of his hug provided by his body heat. I yearn to find he who helps me up when I get beaten down, who fights my demons with me, who pushes me into situations that I fear. Someone who understands, who is always there, who makes me happy again. He who soothes me through his presence only, who laughs with me and at my lame jokes. I long to find the one that can bring me immense joy and I him. He is the person that I doubt I'm able to find. Trigger Warning! 24. 05. 2018 - #4 in #anxietydisorder 30. 05. 2018 - #25 in freementalillness 20. 08. 2020 - #1 in #Jugendliteratur

It's hard to live with yourself when you hate your own reflection. Alyssa was always the fat girl and after a series of unfortunate and uncomfortable events, she vows that she will be no more. But you can't stay fat if you don't eat, right?

#Projectacceptyou #nomorescars #nomorebullying ~~ This is a short story is based on the above ^^ I will have the #Projectacceptyou #nomorescars #nomorebullying as the campaigns. ××There may be triggering areas in this story - You have been warned×× ×All thanks to @sad_masquerade for the amazing book cover!×