Self-mutilation cerita

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝗔 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗦 ✦ ✦ 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 ✦ ✦ 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 ✦ ✦ 𝗜𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝗔 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁, 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

From a young age it was apparent to Izuku that having a quirk isn't all that it was cut out to be. When his own abilities poked its ugly head, he had wanted nothing more than to grow up and save people. This however was short lived, as quirkless people couldn't possibly be a hero, now could they? Fighting between decisions that could cost him his secret, Izuku will have to manage high school in a place where quirks were everything. Not only keeping up the facade of helpless, quirkless boy to those around him, Izuku finds that he'll do just about anything for his mother, even at the cost of himself. -- Or the Izuku Midoriya Wingfic no one asked for! - WARNING: Content warning for the following themes! Read at your own discretion! - Suicide attempt + thoughts - Child abuse - Bullying - Self destructive behaviours / self harm If the makes you uncomfortable, be warned that this story may not be for you! This story is also found on Ao3 under the same title!

A cacophony of noise, heart beats like drums, the rushing of blood, the gentle exhales and inhales of the world. Water lapping, wind dancing through leaves and of fire crackling. That one's her favorite, fire. Still or moving, dead or roaring, it is her favorite. She thinks it's engrained in her very being. In the blood in her veins and the air she breaths. Of course others make it, take from a deep well of energy that wraps along their veins, runs in their blood and breath it out. Large, flowing, bellowing swells of orange, red and gold.

Teenagers always talk about love, and parents laugh at the silly notions of their children, but young love transforms teenagers. That's exactly what Anna did to Michael, but not all changes are good, and nothing is forever.

It was too sweet. It made me cry.

In a realm untouched by the races of Man, They existed. The Origins, powerful beings whose wisdom and power grew unmatched... unchecked. In time, weary of continuing on in isolation, the Origins began to weave. They wove each of them a people, a culture, a language. To each of them went a piece of the world they had resided in, and they themselves expended much of their power to weave such things. Glorious, living civilizations, each aware of the other. And so the Origins watched, for eons. As gods to their woven descendants... and guides to their paths of life. For Faravos and Enavas, the Sun-Eater and the Moon-Shadow, only the remains of their skeletal bodies remained of themselves. Yet their souls inhabited even these corpses, immortalized by crystal, as they guided the race they had built together. The Dainheim. The feathered folk. The might pair set forth their only rulings- two pairs of each biological sex, to serve as their conduits in the mortal realm. Four individuals later known as the Guardians. As Brazen, and Jayde. As Goldyn, ... and Silvyr.

The war left scars no spell can heal. Draco Malfoy has nothing left but silence until a child's trust and an enemy's stubborn kindness teaches him how to live again (TW: mention of SH and suicidal ideation)

I'm writing this book with a clear goal in mind. My goal in inspiring you is to touch your heart with that tiny spark capable of starting the fire, burning all your weaknesses. Why do you think that this is an impossible goal? Why do you keep thinking that it is impossible to be happy in your way? Why does your mind keep putting obstacles on your path? If you keep poisoning yourself how can you free yourself from this mental slavery? I'm not telling you that this will be easy because it won't. That is one more reason for you to fight, to stay strong fighting for what you believe. Don't let yourself down. However, I can't decide for you. You have to decide for yourself and make your decision. You have to choose now!

this is just a collection of poems that I wrote along with a bit of venting that i do, but I hope you enjoy. I'll put down all the trigger warnings at the beginning of each writing <3

Thomas davis is a son of a loving father. His father is a succefull professor, people have high expectations and it looks like Thomas is able to fullfill them. He just finished his finals and is able to go to the leading university in Britain. But he sees his world crumbling down on him as he reaches to an unlikely cure; drugs. * * I lost my mother, I lost my passion, I lost my happiness, I lost me. I pick up the little capsule and wash it down with some water. My mind drifts to my father. ** A story about a father who sees hi son slip through his fingers in the hands of an uncontrollable craving *disclaimer: druguse, selfharm and depression*

phoe·nix ˈfēniks/ noun (in classical mythology) a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle. a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect.

stars collide and i am left with the ruins of myself.

Encouraging quotes

Has the stars answered your prayers? Have you felt like you were never enough? Have you felt like you needed someone to answer all your questions that were left unanswered?

This world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, not everyone wins and especially not everyone lives happy and dies smiling. . . However, you will see me grow throughout the poems TW: suicide, self harm, physical abuse Read at your own risk. Highest ranking #9 In Poetry

*Breathe.* That's all I had to do, right? Breathe. Then survive until my next one. I could handle a few seconds at a time. I had to. I won't let them win. ~~~~~~~~~ TW: SUICIDAL IDEATION. SELF HARM. EATING DISORDERS. BULLYING. ABUSE OF ALL FORMS. GRAPHIC CONTENT

a collection of my poems

a scary creepypasta about Jeffy.

Self love is mandatory. Put yourself above everything. Love yourself.

Simply an account of my history in my life. Yes, all in here is fact, at least from my point of view. This is to gather my thoughts and feelings about everything that has happened so that I can, in the best way possible, talk to my therapist in a clear and concise manner. I don't care if you read this or not, since it isn't yours anyways.