Please Reblog If:

Please reblog if:

•your anxiety has made it difficult for you to voice your opinion

•your anxiety has made it difficult to dress the way you want

•your anxiety has made it difficult to ask for help

•your anxiety has made you constantly worry if you are being annoying and wonder if your friends and family are valid relationships or if they just put up with you because they have to

And please know that you are not fighting this battle alone. You are worth more than your anxiety says. You matter and so does your opinion and your say. You are awesome

The more you take, the more you leave behind

The more you take, the more you leave behind It's an odd statement, isn't it? It can go with a lot of things. Like footsteps, long and slow click clack of dress shoes pacing on a polished stone floor, or the hurried tip tap tip tap of heels, someone who's rushing to a date. Footsteps. The more you take, the more you leave behind Or maybe time? Moments, Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months Years. The more time you take somewhere, the less you have somewhere else. A clock is aways ticking somewhere, counting down. Is it counting the seconds until the next baby is born? Or is it counting the years until the earth dies? Time. The more you take, the more you leave behind. Or how about breaths? Sixteen breaths a minute. Nine hundred and sixty breaths an hour. Twenty three thousand and forty breaths a day. Eight million four hundred and nine thousand six hundred a year. Each one a bit closer to death. In one place someone takes their first breath, and in another someone else takes their last. Do you take your breaths slow, or hyperventilate them away from panic? Breaths. The more you take the more you leave behind. Breaths, Time, and steps. The more you take The more you leave behind

Reblog if you have an original story!

I’m not talking about fanfictions or AU’s based off of a video game/comic/TV series, I’m talking about a story with a world and characters that are YOURS and YOURS alone.

'A cat. It summoned a cat. I knew I took a gamble buying a summoning spell with no title, but a cat?' those were his thoughts, then the cat spoke

"What is it you've summoned me for?"

The wizards mouth hangs open in shock. He's summoned his fair share of demons, but a cat demon? He's honestly never heard of one.

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She was a Shadow

She was a shadow. That’s what she had always been, and believed she would always be. Just a simple shadow. She wasn’t anyone’s shadow but her own, and that somehow made it worse. She’d go about her days, her weeks, her months, and years- but how many saw her? How many truly saw her? To most, she was naught but a ghost. A hint of what could have been. She was a shadow. A ghost. A lost soul.

She was a shadow. But she still had a life. She still had friends, or so she thought. She would talk and laugh, but was so easily forgotten by those who saw her. To her, time would simply stand still. How long had they been gone? Been rude? Been ignoring her? She couldn’t say. But she was almost always happy to pick up right where they had left off. From a few hours, to years, she’d welcome anyone with open arms. She was a shadow, but her heart was everything to her. Always welcoming, always happy.

She was a shadow, with a big heart. She attracted the wrong crowd, but always did her best to help. She tore herself apart, shredded her heart. She was left empty and bleeding so often, she couldn’t try anymore. If someone needed help, she couldn’t. It hurt. It hurt too much. She was the leftover remains of a shadow. The hint of a ghost. The glimpse of the last of someone. She still had her heart.

She was a shadow, a ghost, a soul. She was a helper, a lover, a rock to hold to when the tide gets too rough. But the shadow was broken by light, the ghost banished, the soul left behind. The help went unthanked, the love was used, and the rock broke.

And she was nothing

She was nothing. Had not mind, nor body, nor heart left to her. She was just It. There was nothing to it, and it was to nothing.

It loved and lost, and laughed and cried, and wished and hoped and prayed

It was foolish, and kind, and smart

It was loving and caring

But it was not missed.

Do you ever just

I'm going to write I'm going to write, later I'm going to write, but not right now I'm going to write, after this thing I'm going to write I'm going to write I'm going to I promise