histórias de Selfmotivation

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.

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!

well my life is a complete disaster and i cope by writing shitty pieces of trash! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

How far will you go to be with the one you love? Once James loses the love of his life in a horrific turn of events, his heart and mind will scramble until he takes his own life in hopes of being with his Olivia again. But when he awakens in the afterlife, he will search the darkest corners and hottest flames to find his love. Putting him through the most torturous and bloodiest events. Questioning what really is life after death and what is life without the one love?

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

Most of you will ignore this for one of two reasons-- 1- it's how you feel and you don't want to admit to it 2-you don't want to know that you could be the reason somebody feels like this. This is real though. These feelings are real. And they hurt. A lot.

Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and untamed emotions that define our journey through life. With vivid metaphors and poignant imagery, this anthology invites readers to reflect on their own struggles and triumphs, offering solace and understanding in the shared tapestry of existence.

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.

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.

A story about a man waking up from a hangover goes to the bathroom to wake himself up only to be caught up in a curse.

A collection of poetry and short stories I have written about life, some about my own experiences and others just simply for fun. All of these sort of link together in some way. I appreciate anyone who reads this!

Dark and romantic poetry about love, hate, revenge, depression, lust, loneliness and etc.... ( don't read it you are easily offended)

Max's parents came... It's parents Day but instead of how it originally went what if Max's parents came what if it lasted a week. Drama, Angst, SA, Self Harm, Divorce, Parental Troubles, Dadvid

it's just like a weird ass vent book but I don't wanna say vent book cause that's edgy as shit

"Hey, Lukey?" I heard my twin call as he once again walked into my room without knocking. I chose to ignore his presence just to teach him a lesson. "It won't stop bleeding and I'm starting to feel dizzy." "What?" That caused me to look up at him, and what I saw made my eyes widen and my chest tighten in fear. Jai was holding a blood-soaked towel tightly around his bleeding wrist. "Jai, what happened?!" I was immediately up and inning to his aid. "I had an accident, I guess." He answered vaguely. I narrowed my eyes at him as I rushed him into my bathroom and tried to stop the bleeding. He looked away when we made eye contact, so I knew he was obviously lying. "Jai..." I whispered when I unwrapped the towel and got a good look at his wrist. It was obviously self-inflicted, there was no denying it. "You wanna tell me the truth?" Now adding additional parts to this book on Patreon. Patreon.com/alovelywriter

This book was started by a seventeen-year-old guy, who found peace in writing books, and rage in the same time, writing this story until now did give him tears he didn't want, memories he wanted to forget, and feelings he wanted them to disappear. This book is a deep dive in, what will maybe be, the spiral of an endless madness, or, the story of a successful guy, that struggled for his success. It may look like a final clue to a disappearing case, or a suicide note at best, just enjoy these pages, because this may last a few months, a few years, or never, ha-ha.