melissarose47

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WHAT A RELIEF THAT:

Namjoon didn’t go solo

Jin ignored SM’s street-cast

Yoongi saw BH’s flyer

Hobi didn’t quit

Jimin made it to the lineup

Taehyung went with his friend to the audition

Jungkook saw Namjoon and decided to join BigHit

BTS never gave up

WHAT A RELIEF THEY ARE 7, THAT THEY ARE TOGETHER

AND THAT THEY GOT EACH OTHER

Cr text twt post: https://twitter.com/3shells1991/status/1074110966269243393

BEST BTS AT MAMA MOMENTS

THE INCREDIBLE BODY ROLLS AT MIC DROP REMIX

TAEHYUNG SHOWING HIS BACK

JUNGKOOK FLOATING IN THE AIR

JIMIN AND JHOPE’S DANCES

THAT KEPT GETTING NOTHING BUT BETTER THROUGH THE YEARS

THE LEGENDARY STAGE WHERE JIMIN RIPPED HIS SHIRT

MAMA IS V BEING AT THE TOILET AND RUNNING TO SEE GALLANT (little does he know in the future gallant will cover his song Singularity)

MAMA IS ALSO V RUNNING FROM THE TOILET TO SEE JOHN LEGEND (Little does he know he will not only meet him later but sign his love yourself album to him)

MAMA IS WHEN WE REALIZED JUNGKOOK HAS A BIG HEART

MAMA IS THE INTERACTIONS BEWTWEEN THE ARTISTS

THE SHOCKED FACES OF  A FIRST WIN

MAMA IS THE TEARS OF HARDSHIPS

MAMA IS THE TEARS OF JOY

MAMA IS THE EMOTIONS OF A UNITED TEAM …

GETTING TOGETHER FOR A HUG TO CELEBRATE A WIN

MAMA IS EVERY MEMBER OF BTS GIVING HIS ALL FOR A PERFECT STAGE THAT WILL BECOME A WONDROUS MEMORY. MAMA IS THIS AND MORE.

Bangtan meetings part 1/??

CAN YOU PLEASE FUCKING USE THE ‘READ MORE’ TOOL IN YOUR FICS IM SICK OF SCROLLING THROUGH FIVE THOUSAND WORDS OF YOUR ‘TOTALLY ORIGINAL’ JUNGKOOK X JIMIN COFFEE SHOP AU IN THE WRONG TAGS

Don’t Trust Jung Hoseok

When you look up “whiplash” in the dictionary, all you see is this

He can be r e al cu t e one second

And real n o T CUTE the next

Squishiest squish I wanna squish his lil cheeks

Nvm

It’s okay though bc he’s a real soft boy

Excuse me sir put that thing back where it came from or so HE L P M E

I wanna protect him:(((

But I’m also extremely ready to fight

 Good luck to all the hobi stans out there

Bc your asses will need it

I found this thread here. Look at my masterpost tag for more!

Unity Web Player Browser Games

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1916

Black Rose

Catharsis

Dark Deception

Dungeon nightmares

Fingerbones

Hide and Seek

The Lost Souls

Old Fashioned Browser games

A Rabbit Fable

A Small Talk At The Back Of Beyond

Abandoned

Alice is dead series ( EP 1 - EP 2 - EP 3

Astrocities series ( First Game - Second Game )

Aurora Series ( EP 1 - EP 2 ]

Bunker 16

Cellar door

Coma

Cult Prophecy

Curse Village

Crypt Keeper

Deep Sleep Series (Deep sleep - Deeper Sleep - Deepest Sleep )

Eddies Lament

Eyes

Exmortis Series ( EP1 - EP 2 )

Free IceCream

GhostScape Series (Ghosetscape - GhosetScape 2: The cabin )

Goliath the Soothsayer

Haunted

Intruder

IRemain

Killer Escape Series ( EP 1 - EP 2 - EP 3 )

Lakeviewcabin

Morbid series ( EP 1 - EP 2 )

Purgatorium

Satanorium

Real Horror Stories

Silent Hill:Distant scars

Silent Hill: Final redemption

Silent Hill: Room 306

Time to wake up

The beckoning

The outside

The Tin Soldier

The ugly

traumata

Vorago

Escape-Games

Bars of black and white

DreamgateEscape

Edgar’s Dream

Insantatarium

Monster basement series ( EP 1 - EP 2 )

Nekra Psaria

Piece

Space Oddity Series ( EP1 - EP 2 )

Submachine Series

The infinite Ocean

ToyBox

Urbex

Downloadable Games

7Days

All Pigs Deserves To Burn In Hell

Anna

Ascension

Bad Dreams: Series

Bewilder House

Bottle Rockets

CalmTime

Hide

Freaky Science

Homesick

I see you

Imscared - a pixelated nigtmate

Lea

The Deep; True Horror Edition

The Groundskeeper

The Mask Reveals Disgusting Face

Vanish

Which

Wooden Floors

Slenderman and Slendermand knock-offs

Slenderman Original Slender: The eight Pages - )

SlenderTubbies

Forest 2

RPG-Maker Games

.flow

Death Proclaimed

Desperate Love Feast

Dreaming Mary

HELLO? HELL…O?

IB

It Moves

Lisa the first

Mad Father

Mermaid Swamp

Misao ( Original Version - Updated Version )

OFF

Paranoiac

Schuld

Somnium

Taunt

The crooked man

The Sandmand

The Wedding

The Witch’s house

[Yume Nikki] - temporarily broken link

Wait

Text Based

Mutant uprising

My father’s long, long legs

Riverside

The sagittarian Series ( EP 1 EP 2 EP 3 EP 4 )

just in case you need to be reminded

dont check up on your ex partner

dont check up on your ex friend

dont do it

it is not productive

you are better than that

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

109.2

9 pounds away from goal weight.

50 sit-ups just because I had a slice of cake today.

I hate myself.

Me without You

I cannot tell if the reason I now want to be skin and bones is because you left me. I cannot tell if that was the match hitting the strike or just some kindle to a roaring flame. Did I always feel this way? There are no words left, because you stole them all. You could have saved me an explanation, but I guess my tears were answer enough. I thought I would become a person, but I’m less now than I ever was. Just a pebble in an ocean, instead of a boulder in a pond. When you feel deep in your heart and soul that you do not matter, things start to not matter. Life does not matter. Your health does not matter. So while I try to see the inside of my skeleton, I hope she was worth it, while I sit here and die.

I think the hardest part is convincing yourself that you are not hungry. 

I binged today and now I feel so gross. I'm so full that I feel sick. 🤢

Today I attempted my very first fast. I made it to 21 hours! I'm very proud of myself! Tomorrow I'll try for the full 24 and progress from there 👍

CALLING ALL ANA’S!

Are you an ana who needs a group of friends who are like you?

Are you an ana who feels like you’re alone in your fight and you don’t know anyone who can relate to you?

Are you an ana who needs a safe space to feel accepted, loved, and supported?

if the answer to any of those questions was yes, then I have the perfect thing for you!

search petiteplease on Kik and join the groupchat for a chance to make friends with girls who are just like you. guys are welcome as well! let’s be there for each other.

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So I've been super super anxious lately. Started a new job, went back to school after summer break. And now I'm not eating. Less in a purposeful way, but more in a im not hungry and I don't know what to do about it way. I need help. But I have no idea what to do. I can't go to inpatient hospitalization because I'll probably lose my job. And I can't miss school. But everything is getting so difficult. And I'm so lost and so confused. If you have any advice, please share. I could really use it.

I'm tired of waking up and wondering, "What's gonna hurt today?" I'm tired of them saying, "You're only 22, this shouldn't be happening!" But I am 22. And this is happening. I'm tired of complaining to my friends and having them hear the same sad story every time. I'm tired of being in too much pain or too sick from painkillers to do my job at work. I'm tired of chaining myself every night to a heating pad and ice packs. Soaking in Epsom salts, bathing in lidocaine, surviving in braces and bandages. When you're too tired to work out, too tired to stand up, too tired to keep your eyes open and each and everyday the alarm goes off and you dread being anywhere but your bed because at least there is no pain there. When you decide which brace goes on which knee based on the pain you're feeling and then end up changing it halfway through the day because now the other knee is hurting. When you have to decide which body parts need to be wrapped in tape and which need a hot patch. There is no longer a definition of fun when everyday you fight back tears that shouldn't even be there because "You're 22 and this shouldn't be happening!" But I am 22. And this is happening.

Melissa Rose "Burning Bridges While I'm On Them"

It's a systematic shutdown. You will fail that test. You have no memory. You will forget that speech. Forget how to get to work. And when finally there, you will break down harder than you have ever imagined. Why are my hands shaking when my mind is so still? How can I peel back each layer of skin on my fingertips and still see God? My ghost is very gifted. However, I am not. Let me sink into this chair, the floor, the bed. Whatever holds me still and forget I ever had a name, even something as trivial as a life. When moss grows on trees people do not remark on its tentativeness, it's parasitic nature. It's ugly color. They say 'this shows me the way and covers the dead trees in life'. So when I'm screaming louder than my lungs have ever screamed and my fists make contact with my head, there is no loudness in my heart. My heart wants to die like the rest of me. But my mind hovers over my body like Brutus over Caesar and triumphs in its take over. The lion once waiting with bated breath, now cowers in hopes that maybe death will be kind and sweet. But I am now being lowered into the ground. Finding that glorious cage of health and happiness. It slips away from me every once and awhile. It hides itself, in hopes of teaching me a lesson. But this time, I'm not sure if we'll ever see each other again.

Melissa Rose

I am trying to not let the world swallow me whole. Spit me back out again. Leave me scarred and bare. I am trying not to fail at a life I've already failed at. Pick up the pieces after they've already scattered in the water. Ink fading, it's almost illegible now. I have sat and watched the sun set but still feel tired with my sleeping bones. My heart is no longer dark and cold, but is now covered in thorns and cement. I chisel at it everyday, but the blood that covers my hands is too much to bear sometimes. I can feel my spine protruding, my heart anxiously beating, but I still wonder when happiness will come. Will it come when I search for it? When I find it? Or will it come when no one is looking and it moves at free will. I have lost many things, but I'm trying not to do that anymore.

Melissa Rose

I think I realized the ending of my story ten years ago when I sat in my room and cried over a lost soul and was never comforted. When the pain in my body became physical along with mental. When my empathy took control but stepped back at every possible moment. Who's to say we lead our own lives? When twisting bones and shattered minds get treated as though something were right instead of wrong. When doctors don't take a second glance at your pain or your suffering.

Melissa Rose

I thought for a while that maybe I could not handle being hurt again. That maybe my shattered heart would crack just one more time. But when in my deepest throws of sorrow, I remember that there cannot possibly be anything worse than what I've already gone through. That life has handed me the shortest stick in the pile that you cannot even use it as a matchstick. But maybe I'm okay with that. Maybe I need to lose grasp of that stick and let it fly away in the wind, like the ashes of a loved one or a dandelion for a wish. Maybe when you stop defining your life by limitations you will see that there are endless possibilities.

Melissa Rose

I can contort my body into a thousand positions. But none of them feel the same way I felt when you held me in your arms at night.

Melissa Rose

If you can speak words to me as if I was just a doll gathering dust in your attic, then you do not deserve the right to hold my heart.

Melissa Rose

The first warning sign was when you went from texting me every second of every day to barely once a day. The second warning sign was when you broke up with me because you "couldn't handle my mental illness". The third warning sign was when you only invited me over to spend the night because you knew I would have sex with you. The fourth warning sign was when you moved away and said you couldn't take time off to come see me, so I flew out there for my birthday to see you and you didn't even bat an eye about the $500 I dropped, when you knew I spent everything I had in savings just to come there. Then proceeded to take a week off to visit your friend in Chicago...without telling me. The fifth warning sign was when you wanted to get back together with me when you said "it seems like you're getting better". The sixth warning sign was when you decided that you really didn't want to get back together because I was "too sick" and you couldn't take the time to comfort me. The seventh warning sign was when you moved back home and didn't say a word to me about it. The eighth warning sign was when I'd text you and you'd never reply, even when you knew I needed you. The eighth warning sign was when I told you that I didn't want to be friends because I thought I was going to kill myself and didn't want him to be sad about it. You ignored me. What if I had killed myself? The ninth warning sign was when you texted me days later asking if I "felt better" and when I called you out on ignoring me during an extremely important time of need and told you I didn't want you in my life, you said "ok". The tenth warning sign was when you blocked me on all forms of social media after I unfriended you on Facebook. Kind of sad that it took ten horrible things to make me realize what a toxic person you were. I hope you're happy. I hope you find a girl you actually want to spend time with, whose normal and enjoys being ignored. Who has never experienced immense pain, doesn't know what the real world is like. Because she only exists in the fictional world. I hope you remain unhappy just so you can realize how shitty you are as a person and really sit down and think about what you've done. Because while to you, you just lost a friend, someone down to fuck, someone to talk to when you're bored; to me, I lost my heart, my trust, over 2 years of my life that I will never get back.

Melissa Rose

I don't think you understand when I say you broke my heart. No, no, no. You took a hammer to my heart and ground it into dust, until the only thing left was for the wind to blow it away. I don't believe in love anymore. There's no truth in that statement. "I loved a boy who didn't love me back" sounds tragic. But "I loved a boy who pretended to love me back" is even worse. Tears were wasted on an empty corpse, walking through the streets, telling me I'm beautiful, that I'm funny, that any guy would be lucky to have me. You say you keep your distance from people, but I think it's more of the fact that you don't want to rely on anyone when you're in trouble. You don't want your heart to hurt when someone dies. You don't want your thoughts to race when you don't know where she is or if she's safe. You'd rather pretend that everything's okay and then wait for the explosion. But while debris is raining down and blood is staining your clothes and the only sounds you hear are screams and the ringing in your ears, you'll still be able to smile. Because you didn't give a fuck about the victim. "Victim? I didn't even know her name..."

Melissa Rose

Sometimes I twist myself into a little ball of broken bones and tattered hearts and just try to imagine what life would be like if my brain stopped running on this treadmill it cannot get off of. Sometimes I lay so still, I imagine I'm part of the carpet. The ceiling is my companion, the bed my lover. And while my heart beats so rapidly the entire stadium can hear it, my flesh begins to fade away and I am nothing more than a brain and some trembling fingers. If I don't think about it, it is not there. If the monsters in your closet do not rest, then you sleep peacefully because then at least you are not alone. If my dreams are not real, then my nightmares are not real either. If you watch the clock change, then time moves slower. What would you do with those extra minutes?

Melissa Rose

I swear it’s following me around. I’ve told people about it, but they don’t believe me. In the shower, I’m terrified to close my eyes. What if it sneaks in from the drain and puts its skeleton hands around my waist and won’t let go until I’m drowning under the spray of water and can no longer scream for help? I lay in bed at night as it knocks at my window. “Let me in”. No. “Let me in”. I close my eyes but then the feeling comes back again and I realize now that I’ve opened the window. Now it’s staring at me. It grins. It tells me it’s sweet stories, tongue licking at my ear as it lulls me to sleep. But in the morning, when I wake, I can barely move. I’m sluggish, disoriented, confused. Each step is like standing on hot coals, but I cannot get my body to move further than the end of my bedroom. And I hear it again, “Don’t go out there. Stay in here. It’s so much better in here. Isn’t it?” I stand as still as a painting as the voice repeats itself over and over. I know it won’t stop until I’m under the covers, until I’m in bed and don’t leave until I’m nothing but a skeleton and some tears. But I slam my first against the door. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. I mumble under my breath, but she cannot hear me. “What did you say darling? I know you’ll feel better once you get back to bed…” I slump against the door, wondering if maybe the bed is the safe haven I’ve always been searching for. But then that feeling comes back. “Im hungry.” I say defiantly, as I rip the door open. There is no one there. Just wisps of black flying out the window. But I know she’ll be back. But as I slip into the bathroom, I tremble as I stand on the scale. I hope for above 100. That’s all I need. Something to cling on to. I hear her claws against the window but I stare at the numbers until my eyes lose focus. 99. I can deal with that. I lift my shirt, my ribs are showing, but when I run my fingers along the expanse of my body, I do not feel all bones and misery. She claws again. “You’ll feel better when you don’t eat.” She whispers from outside. But how can I feel better when I can barely stand? How can I feel better when my body starts to collapse inside itself imploding like a broken star? I stumble out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “There’s nothing here you want.” She says. But my stomach is growling and I don’t care what I eat anymore as long as it’s food. No more crackers. No more skipped meals. No more fainting. I read a book about a girl with an eating disorder. Bulimia. She died alone in a seedy hotel room when she threw up one too many times and ripped her esophagus clean open. Choking to death, in order to be perfect. I may be skin and bones and I may think about dying. But I will not let this monster take me. She speaks kind words into my ears and part of me wishes for the warmth of my bed, the calm of my room. Maybe she is right. Maybe everything will be better when just the skeleton of me exists. And I turn around and take a step towards my room, and she smiles. “Good girl,” She coos, like I’m a little baby, learning how to walk. But I’m learning much more than how to walk, im learning how to survive, how to be perfect. But someone once told me that there was no such thing as perfect, and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And the last time he told me I was beautiful, my heart sank into the depth of the earth, growing like a tree ready to reach the sunlight above. So I reach for that candy bar, and she screams, “Stop stop stop stop. What do you think you’re doing??” And I remember what it feels like to eat cotton balls, the cloth sticking to my mouth like peanut butter, but it was not peanut butter. I remember checking boxes for calories, when I should have been checking for prices. I remember crying alone in my room, wondering who’s going to save me, or maybe I’ll die alone in a hotel room, like that girl in that book. But when I bite into that candy bar, the monster dissipates. I no longer have to hear her cries, her soft words, her screams. And suddenly I remember how good chocolate tastes, how real food feels in my mouth. And when my friend calls me to go to dinner, I reply “yes”. This will be my first full meal in two months. I think I’m going to cherish it.

Melissa Rose

SING IT SUGA SING IT😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY for not posting yesterday 😢