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The Psychology Of Turning Someone.

As you’re aware, I’m very interested in psychology and I’m a dark urban fantasy author, so I quite often ponder the intersection between the two. That led to me considering the potential psychological problems and disorders that could arise when someone is turned. 1,278 more words

Shifters

Riley

I can’t remember who was in hospital first. Me or Riley. But I knew that as soon as I saw him I liked him. Not in a “love at first site” way, but in a “You look awesome and I can’t wait for us to be friends” sort of way. 640 more words

Depression

History

The strands
so varied in color
each a story half`told
the unraveling fabric
of lives but only
half`seen

One strand
a glad poet song
colored all blossoms… 62 more words

Poetry

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Many strands, many-colored lives... poet Peter Notehelfer writes poetry with phrases that will touch you, make you smile. Happy Sunday. Meredith.

promising hope

We lived that dream…

we dreamed it, already;

PROMISING

I love you

in tones

of desperation.

every day, every day

we said it;

remember?

(so many times a day) 22 more words

Disassociative Identity Disorder

Flower Turns Transparent in the Rain

Diphylleia grayi also known as the skeleton flower. native to moist wooded mountainsides in colder regions of China and Japan, has petals that turn transparent with the rain. 47 more words

Photography

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and then, there appeared the crystalline flowers to walk mindfully among, thanks to e-MORFES. happy friday, all. ~meredith

The Train

Every time I see those lights approaching from the end of the tunnel I get this rush, this exhilarating thrill. And then the wind sets in. 86 more words

Dying

Continuously Drowning

I feel… I feel like the world is crashing down on me again. I feel like I can’t breathe. Every breath is unfulfilled, is shallow. As if I’m continuously drowning  I feel alone. 133 more words

Dying