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Dangers of the “Morning Pill” for minors.

Educate yourself, you just might save your life or others.

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Everyone who takes one (being under the age bracket where it is safe) should read this up & know a thing or two about it. Effects are as irreversible as being pregnant.

(via 10knotes)

Source : CNN

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Could it really be
That a household set aflame
Burn completely to the ground,
Memories and photography,
All together with it?
Could this catastrophic horror
Really occur while I still remain in slumber,
Gripping the iron match and fuel
And seeing nothing but a dream?

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inkskinned:

“I once told myself I was in love because I felt nothing for him, now I feel so much but I tell myself I’m not in love.”
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“I once told myself I was in love because I felt nothing for him, now I feel so much but I tell myself I’m not in love.”

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There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”






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Words hurt. Think before you speak



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stand-up—speak-out:

recoveryofabrokenteen:

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

(via TumbleOn)
Words hurt. Think before you speak
Relevant to my life right now.

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Love is merely a madness
William Shakespeare (via larmoyante)

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Two words and it’s already begun 
While I’m wrapped in my sleeping bag 
With Zerk curled at my feet, his head 
Draped across my calves. Two words. 
The flag is dropped, rippling like hell-fire
Around the flower I used to hold for you. 
Not just those words, but every one I find 
Is fuel to bulldoze bricks and beams of 
Our temple with the justification that IF 
It were not there, then the machine would 
Idle its engine (and disappear). But it never 
Ever goes away, or at least it has not. And 
While whatever controls you resumes shaking 
Hands over dinner, and smiling for the camera,
There has somehow developed a logic that
What goes on after you turn your back simply isn’t. 
And the fault becomes I did not turn with you, 
That is why. That is always why. I. 
Two words, or an infinity of words, 
My words began this war. Sure. 
I’ll accept that. But not because it salves you
Of all people. 

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10knotes:

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

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The heaviest millstone 
I have learned to swallow 
With its hooks and barbs 
That catch upon my throat, 
Has been my bedroom cell. 
I wish to never spend a day again 
In this walled off place, 
But at the same time 
Behind locked doors and one 
Screen window I
Could easily sleep forever. 

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Just Tell Me.

penniesinthewells:

Let me be your rock, I ask, 
And you may build your house
Upon my solid shoulders.
I shall protect you from all harm
No malice shall beseech you.
But will you still love me,
Answer me this,
When I hold you up high
Above the riptide waters
You reach for and want? 
Or will you chisel my body
A set of marble stairs,
My selfless body, 
Painted in bloody tears.
Will you still love me?

-Jeremy.Morgan

Someone just liked this from a year ago. 

Thanks, appreciative wanderer. 

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The Poet Dreamer: epiphany-delirium: theparadoxymoron: crimestotheear:...

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z3kro:

“Your assignment is to write a short fictional story”

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“But keep it realistic, no fantasy worlds”

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EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO ME IN INTRO TO CREATIVE WRITING

I had a teacher like that. I sent her a very strongly worded e-mail to the tune of WOW FUCK YOU! TOLKIEN, SHAKESPEARE, ASIMOVS! WHAT FUCKING HACKS WITH THEIR FAIRIES AND EPIC SAGAS!


Only I said it very politely and in, essentially, a long form essay format.

Because I am one cultured motherfucker.

I think there’s some validity to have aspiring/beginning authors write mainly realistic fiction to begin with. It has to do with learning the tools of the trade before going for the extravagant stuff, especially since many people who start off writing fantasy/sci fi thereby never properly learn how to conduct character development or drive plot. They rely too heavily on the plot devices provided to them by their world and not enough on strong characterization and story. 

Of course, past a certain point, people should write what comes to them naturally, whatever idea that is. But one should know the right time to pursue the right idea, you know?

I totally get what the teachers are trying to accomplish, but the whole stereotype of fantasy/sci fi with poorly developed characters/plots needs to go away now. Give people more credit! 

The teachers are trying to teach those things before going to complicated genres.  It’s an intro course.  You need to learn the basics before moving to the complex stuff, and intro courses will hardly - if at all - touch the complex stuff.

That person sent a “strongly worded letter” to someone for doing what wasexpected of them.  The best part of that is when they compared themselves to Shakespeare and Tolkien; like, hello, you’re in an intro course obviously you are not as good as either of them.

Tolkien was a professor of English, and he probably taught the same damn way for his intro courses.

Be creative. Why did Tolkien write fantasy? because these themes existed in history as rumors and legends. Rather than write about the world of legend, write about the world of now dealing with the legends. The rumor of an elf, without one present, or the suspicion of magic is an excellent “legal” theme.

Sci-Fi as well, Stargate is an excellent example of a sci-fi theme in current times. It doesn’t really become sci-fi per se until the gate is opened. The discovery of an artifact of obvious extraterrestrial origin would be a “legal” theme, how do you prove it? who are the naysayers. 

I hope to take my first intro to creative writing class this fall. Given that I have dug up Jack-The-Ripper for October Horror at Tumblr… I might actually make the professor wished he/she allowed sci-fi/fantasy worlds. :)

I took my first Intro to creative writing course this semester. It pretty much ran the same way, though I bent the rules a little bit with my drama piece. I essentially took a humanistic theme of addictions and centered it around iconic horror monsters - each representing a different stereotype in our culture. 

Personally, I enjoy creating universes (Asimov, Jim Butcher, Tolkien) and I think it’s the best way to make a good series, but if you’re beginning your career that way then I agree that you lose parts of the necessities the course offers. ^Like being able to parallel the real with the unreal, and learning to find create clever subroutes to an end than “SCIENCE!” 

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