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Waning Gibbous Moon
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Member Info
Name: Wintent
Birthday: Jan 26
Last Seen: Thu, 19 May 2016

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
*please note my message limit has been reached*

Dang it's been a while

Name:Just call me Dani

Gender:Androgynous (I use they/them he/him pronouns)




And that's my basic info I guess...

My chakra






Third Eye:open(44%)


Message me if you want! I'm hear to talk to anyone who needs to have a shoulder to lean on! Don't be afraid to seek advise or help that's what I'm here for

Tears solve nothing try violent mood swings!

Most gay teens are committing suicideod a way of escaping.

If your some of the people who would tell them it will get better and you respect them.....

Repost this I bet most of you won't but let's see what the other 5% will.

The 15 year old girl holding her 1 year old that you just called a slut.

Got raped at 13.

That girl you just called fat.

Has a medical disease that makes her overweight.

That man you just called ugly.

Got that from fighting in veitnam.

Post this if your against bullying.

1 of every 10 people born is gay. That means 1 of every 10 people is instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more.. all for something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who they ...are, put this on your profile, most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will.

I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.

I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.

I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.

I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.

I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.

I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

Repost this if you agree with it.

a persons a person no matter what, you can be rich or pore, tall or small, race or gender, catholic or atheist, a persons a person. this was not written for just humans it was written for animals and for every one. i wrote this because my best friend was geting made fun of.

re post it if you agree

Fake friends:Don't ask for food.

Real friends:Are the reason you have no food.

Fake friends:Call your parents Mr. And Mrs.

Real friends:Call them mom and dad.

Fake friends:Ditch you cause "the crowd is."

Real friends:leave and kick the crowds butt and come back smiling.

Fake friends:Will ignore this message.

Real friends:Will repost this!

Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style,you give her a mouthful?

Isn't it funny that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone?are you laughing?

Isn't it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

Isn't it funny that you don't mind your friends drinking or smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

I'm not laughing.

It's so funny that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

Isn't it funny that you can call emos,punks and goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

How you can call a girl a poster,how you can say "you're not emo" or "attention seeker" without spending a second trying to figure out why there are cuts on her wrists and why she spends her lunch times crying instead of laughing with her friends? KEEP ON LAUGHING!

Isn't it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life,without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her LIFE!

Brave isn't going up on stage and stripping!

Brave is not saying a speech or dumping you boyfriend!

Brave is going to school on mufti day and not for one second careing what the world around you is saying about your clothes.

It's listening to your own music and being proud of it!

It's going around through every day with the things people say to your face and behind your back and you still keep quiet!

It's knowing what your"FRIENDS" are saying about you and still calling them your friends!

Brave is knowing that tomorow isn't a bright and happy future,it's another day of complaining and dodging rumors! keep on laughing!

if you agree put this on your profile and advise others to do the same.

Me, behave? Seriously? As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked, Cinderella arrived home after midnight, Pinocchio told lies, Aladdin was a thief, Batman drove over 200 miles an hour, Snow White lived in a house with 7 men, Popeye smoked a pipe and had tattoos, Pac Man ran around to digital music while eating pills that enhanced his performance, and Shaggy and Scooby were mystery solving hippies that always had the munchies. The fault is not mine! If you had this childhood and loved it, repost!?

My name is Chris.

I am three.

My eyes are swollen.

I can not see.

I must be stupid.

I must be bad.

What else could have made daddy so mad?

I wish I were better.

I wish I weren't a dummy.

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all.

I can't do a wrong.

Or else I'm locked up.

All day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone.

The house is dark.

My folks aren't home.

When mommy does come

I'll try to be nice,

So maybe ill just get one whipping tonight

Don't make a sound

I just heard a car

My daddys back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse.

My name he calls.

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide.

From his evil eyes.

I'm so scarred

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words.

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more.

I finally get free

And run out the door.

He already locked

and I start to ball.

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken

And my dad's abuse continues

With more bad words spoken.......

"IM SORRY!" I scream

But its much to late

His face has been twisted

With unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please god have mercy

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Chris

I am three

And tonight

My daddy

Murdered me.

post this on your page if your against child abuse.

`Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You?ve had yet another horrible day. You?re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you?ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don?t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you?re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She?s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that ?Mommy is crying and sissy won?t wake up.? Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what?s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there?s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they?ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can?t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can?t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They?re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She?s in shock. She can?t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can?t cry, she can?t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It?s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone?s crying, your little brother still doesn?t know you killed yourself, he?s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn?t stop for days. It?s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn?t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn?t succeed like you did, but she tried?your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don?t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don?t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can?t get better if you give up. I?m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we?ve NEVER talked before, I?m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.

Think about this... You just got home from a bad day at work or school and you really wanna cry, but no tears come out. So you feel remorse for yourself and you did nothing wrong except for letting those people hurt you. You get up to go get something but then before you walk out, you look at your dresser. You start thinking and start walking towards it then you stop "What are you doing," you think, "you don't need to." Underneath all those nice, warm, fluffy, socks is a note you've written over and over. And next to it, a blade, the on that brings memories of pain. You go get the glass of water you were gonna get earlier and go to the medicine cabinet. You get the Ibuprofen, take 2 out, and go get the water and sip them down. You shut off the light, and lay down. You drift to sleep. Today your light saved you. If you can keep working, your light won't go out. Your light can burn very bright. SO LET IT!

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