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Hello everyone and sorry for my lack of activity! Will try my best to post just life before but going through a bit of a mind fuck of a time so bare with me please!

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Juxtaposition: the pleasing balance of eccentricities.

(via bellisvintage)

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"When things seem to be going down hill, just remember that they might perhaps be falling into place"

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I'm here

It feels strange. The thought that you don’t want to tell me. Hiding that certain side of you you don’t want me to see.

Is it because you’re ashamed? Ashamed of how you feel? Simply trying to mask the truth that these feeling are very real.

I feel like it’s something i’ve done- like i’ve pushed you way too far but all i want to do is help and let you realise who you are.

You are a human with feelings, we all get them, some good and some are bad. The best one being that you’re the first person i’ve ever had

There to help me through the bad and celebrate through the good. To help me unlock my potential and realise that i could.

So please don’t lock away your feelings, i know it’s really tough. But babe at this moment in time you’re just a diamond in the rough.

Things can only get better and go up and on from here. I can’t bear the thought of losing someone i’ve come to love so dear.

I know it’s hard, i know how you feel for i’ve been there before myself. But you were there when i needed you for guidance, love and help.

So open up, talk to me and tell me what is wrong. I’ll be here to listen and cherish you until the bad feelings are gone.

- Creative Aficionado

Please never be afraid to ask for help. There’s always someone that will listen ❤

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Remember me

He loved and lost she loved and lost but also was set free, they tried so hard but sadly it was never meant to be. While his heart ached hers was slowly breathing a sigh of relief- she was unhappy, stuck, trapped yet not wanting to leave. Torn apart and weak she decided to leave it all behind, pushing all those thoughts and memories to the very back of her mind. But part of her was holding on there was still a little part of her left that didn’t want to leave him alone and draw the final breath. Considering the circumstances there was no other choice, she had tears in her eyes while holding his hand and said in a tender voice. “Remember who i was back then not who i am today” She closed his eyes as she closed hers…as she peacefully passed away

For Nana ❤ - Creative Aficionado (Chloe)

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What do you see?

Look a bit closer, look inside my eyes. Look just beyond the hurt and just beyond the lies.

Can you see the pain, the pain and the hurt? The emotional scars from being treated like dirt.

But a little bit further you’ll still sort of see the love and kindness that’s still inside me.

I’ve been cheated and lied to and more or less used but you can’t see the scars- it’s emotional abuse.

I’ve overcome my fears and beaten this pain but every now and there’s a surge in my brain.

The one little thought, that memory of you that effected me deeply, the things that you’d do.

But along came someone new, so handsome and tall, he made me forget the pain, forget it all.

He made me feel loved and made me feel wanted- love me for me, although i’ve been faulted.

Through him i had realised i am beautiful and free. He makes me feel happy and that’s all i want to be.

These eyes have seen hurt, witnessed lies and the pain but thanks to you, i can love again.

- Creative Aficionado

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the turkey swiss on rye incident

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Misery

In a dark miserable room was a dark miserable door and through the dark miserable door was a dark miserable man. He got up and laughed his dark miserable laugh and walked out of his house down a dark miserable path. He turned down a corner to a dark miserable street where he paced and followed his dark miserable feet. His dark miserable feet led him to a dark miserable creek where there he stood staring at the dark miserable deep. He looked and he laughed beyond the dark miserable deep as he jumped and drowned in the dark miserable creek.

- Creative Aficionado

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Wholesome

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The Mist- a short story

It was a strange day. The house was cold and the atmosphere was dead. The silence echoed throughout the house. Anna was all alone. She felt isolated but she knew too well that she was not alone. The walls watched her every move- never letting her out of sight. No one believed what was going on- not Josh, not her mother. No one. At night she’d stare into the corner of the darkness and see a floating mist. The emptiest mist you could imagine; imagining. That’s what she hoped she was doing. That morning, she had experienced things moving around on their own, objects being thrown and furniture being moved but she was convinced it wasn’t real. But what was real was that same mist. Josh had just got home from work. But instead, all she was fixated on was the glowing devil eyes that stuck out from the depressing mist of misery. She thought she was going crazy because Josh couldn’t see it even though she said it was right in front of him. She feared the worst. And she had every right to do so. “Josh I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t believe you don’t see it its right in front of you!” Anna cried as she chased Josh up the stairs. He looked round and gave her a blank look. Probably not wanting to acknowledge the fact that he too had seen what Anna had seen. They crawled into bed-afraid as to what might happen. They turned round and stared at each other but not necessarily lovingly. They just stared at each other and said nothing and for the first time in a while both of them felt a sense of normality and peace. Like everything that was worrying them had just gone away. But then, just as they were falling asleep, all the good feelings were gone and the fear returned. A mist descended over Anna’s face. She opened her eyes to reveal these glowing orbs. Josh fell out of the bed in terror. To him, it looked like he was staring into the eyes of the devil. “Anna, what the hell is wrong with you?!” The two kept eye contact- not even blinking. The room turned cold, Josh glanced at the door, then turned back to Anna. They were both trapped. She was trapped in a mist, and josh was trapped in a weird devilish trance. He couldn’t move- glued to where he stood. The whole room started to turn into a blur- Josh saw the mist gather in front of him. There was a deafening silence… He ran. Ran for the door. As he exited, an immense force dragged him back into the room. Josh tried to claw himself free but he was fighting against nothing. His legs were being torn apart by the needle like claws of the mist. He kicked and wrestled his way free and rolled around the floor in a blind panic. He ran over to the bed where he’d left Anna. She was gone. He frantically screamed for her. But she had disappeared without a trace. “ANNA! ANNA WHERE ARE YOU?” He ran down the stairs and investigated every room. Turned furniture upside down, checked cloakrooms and closets a hundred times over. Nothing. But he still wasn’t alone. The eyes were watching him. Feeding off his pain and worry. Tormenting his loss and bewilderment. He sat for a while; dazed and confused, staring into nothing. Time passed and he found himself just staring- not sure at what, but staring. He felt paralyzed but was woken from his paralysis with a blood curdling scream. Anna. He lapped the house once more only to look out the window and found her being held up high over the pool by her throat- gasping for air-gasping for help. Josh turned to run back down the stairs but was confronted at the top by the misty shadow… ***** The police came round a few hours later after a disturbance call from a neighbour. What they found went down as one of the strangest murder cases of all time. There were no signs of struggle. No signs of anyone else being there other than the 2 victims…all they found was a body at the bottom of a bloody pool and a snapped neck at the bottom of the stairs. By Creative Creations/Creative Aficionado

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