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A Friend In Need by Baileybee63, literature

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A Friend In Need

I chased her. I chased her because someone had said she was crying and I wanted to help her the way I hadn’t been able to before. Forgetting that I had somewhere to be, not caring that I shoved through several people to follow her, this girl’s mental state wouldn’t let me get distracted by trivial things. God dammit it. I knew I could’ve stopped things from getting so bad. My mind ran over and over through things I could’ve done—things I might’ve said—to keep her from breaking down and hurrying away the moment the bell rang to end class. Regret swallowing me, I called her name over and over, b

The One Nobody Missed by Baileybee63, literature

The Aftermath of Mario's Final Game Over by Baileybee63, literature

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The Aftermath of Mario's Final Game Over

This is the story of might happen if Mario is defeated by Bowser and gives up. It's just a small one-shot that I wrote because I wanted to write something depressing so…happy reading! Mario looked over at his brother, Luigi, and sighed. He had had to give up after his fifth defeat by Bowser and, after ten years, the Mushroom Kingdom seemed to be back to normal. Mario put his head in his hands. He should never have stopped fighting. By now, Peach was probably dead and there was nothing he could do about it. But he could always… Mario looked up to see Luigi looking at him, concern in his eyes, "Luigi, I think it's time." Luigi shook his head,

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Period Poem. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature

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Period Poem.

When your stomach gurgles and spurts out blood. Another nice pair of panties out in a must. FUCK YOU UTERUS FOR USING ENERGY TO CREATE A BLOOD BED FOR A FETUS INSTEAD OF FASTER METABOLISM. (I must be psychotic, I must be demented, I must have watched "what." by bo burnham too fucking minted). Not sure if I have seen enough blood or not near enough. Not sure if I want to stab you in the nuts. Not sure if it's hormones or my unquenchable thirst for blood. Cause' women see more blood then they ever must. And I was saving those really expensive chocolates for an occasion. Well the occasion is me groaning in pain watching Netflix. I reall

An open letter to Honesty. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature

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An open letter to Honesty.

I shall be honest. Bare my cotton-dyed blanket of a soul. To you, onlooker, to your perverse desire to listen to the unthinkable. I won't judge, but you'll surely judge me by the last verse. I'm planning to make-out with her in a maze of gravestones, hidden under a morbid curve of some corpse that has long began to fester. Because as always I am more in love with the poetry of my setting than of the honesty of emotion in it. I find smoking romantic, even though my mind has been plastered with images of the horrid bloated gums that it will bring. But all I imagine is a deer-eyed blue-eyed misfit with a stumble and insomniac eyes to blow ni

Her body spilled over the lawn. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature

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Her body spilled over the lawn.

I got too big, too big to fit in my room and so I spilled onto the lawn. Veins stretched across pale flesh, arteries ready to burst like ripen cherries in the summer heat. Your taste still stifled my tongue that had engorged violet, becoming an elysian galaxy far away. Thighs melted like butter onto the pavement, discolored and putrid they stained the sidewalk. The canvas of my stomach imbued a cracked dawn of stretch marks; bone white. Soon people began to notice and they'd sit on the sidewalks and stare in wonder as I tried to pull myself back together. But as the days dragged into cool autumn evenings that ended in frosty nights that won

Norse Gods Cower at my Thunder Thighs. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature

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Norse Gods Cower at my Thunder Thighs.

I find it hilarious how we tag our body as if this life was just a temporary morgue, (one between the never present now and the tomorrow that never comes.) As if we could lump the flesh and fat and blood and rage that courses through us with a simple demeaning idea; Thunder Thighs. How dare "they" dissolve the potency of thunder into the smacking sound that thighs sometimes make in summer heat. Does the moistness that rubs between them make you uncomfortable? Well, it is the muffled screaming of the clouds that shatter into lightning! They're big and filled to the rim with cream like eclairs. Norse gods cower at their mightiness. So sta

How NOT to treat someone with Depression. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature

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How NOT to treat someone with Depression.

1. If they trust you enough to let you in, don't grab their wrists, and twist their arm to find the scars. Not everyone cuts. It's not a measure of your pain. It's an addiction. They will probably have other, more subtle addictions invisible to your judging eyes. 2. Don't say you'll be there for them, don't lie. Cause' we are naive, broken little things. Our minds glass globes shattered in their flurries. Our hearts bitten and rotten. So don't give us those stomach-twisting smiles, say a word and move on. We don't want to bother you, we'll stand there. Silent in awe of your ease at life. 3. Don't tell us it could get worse, or to get

Diabetic Desire by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature

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Diabetic Desire

Creme Brulee skin, coated in glossy dry sugar, which I tenderly grace with my chapped lips. Unlike my creased skin, smudged by cascading veins that cut it open. Chocolate freckles speckled across your shoulders like flurries of constellations that surge forth. A sugared galaxy that sticks into my tangled hair. Unable to move, unable to think. And the candy-cane syrup drips down the oval curve of my ears. Hardening in it's crevices, punctured flesh extruding around diabetic diamond dots. Unlike my past lovers, stale late-morning cigarettes (oh she thought herself so quaint). miniscule pearly pink pearls (treading around my consciousne

About Baileybee63

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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art

Sep 7
United States
Deviant for 12 years
She / Her

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BlackBerry: Exclusive Neil Gaiman BlackBerry Badge

My Bio

I'm not very good at writing biographies.

Favourite Visual Artist

Ben Heine

Favourite Movies

Mulan, The Labyrinth

Favourite TV Shows

Naruto, Black Butler, Air Gear, Hetalia, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (I'm a bronie, what of it?)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Wookiefoot, Coheed and Cambria, Leet Street Boys, Skillet

Favourite Books

Brisingr, The Alchemyst, Alex Rider, Freefall, Physik, Maximum Ride , Mockingjay, Castle Roogna, Virtual Mode

Favourite Writers

Christopher Paolini, Piers Anthony

Favourite Games

Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks, Smash Bros: BRAWL, Avatar: The Game, Donkey Kong Returns, Mario and Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story, Kingdom Hearts: 365/2 Days

Tools of the Trade

Pen, pencil, paper

Other Interests

Soccer, random dancing, singing, playing the double bass, chillin' with older brothers

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Baileybee63

May 11, 2014

I'm back! Kinda.

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    Hi! I left for a while there, if anybody noticed. That's cool, if ya didn't, I know I didn't try to hard to make any kind of lasting impression. Aaanyway, I still won't be very active, but I will be checking back again much more often! :)

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Baileybee63

Aug 26, 2012

I'm part-nerd, part-slacker.

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Outcast [ ] You don't have very many friends. [ ] Often times, teachers forget your name. [ ] You were always picked last for kickball. [ ] You don't like to talk a lot. [ ] You tend to avoid mass social activities. [ ] You don't participate in any extracurricular activities. [ ] All you wish for is to move away or get a fresh start. [ ] Your friends have blown you off before. [ ] You sit alone in most of your classes. [ ] You have a feeling that once you leave high school or college, nobody is going to remember you. [x] You hold interest in activities that other people find strange. [ ] People don't find you friendly. [ ] You h

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Baileybee63

Aug 19, 2012

Tinea corporis.

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Blegh. Tinea corporis, a type of fungus, is growing and multiplying on my skin. Translation: I have ringworm. It's so annooooooying. I mean, it doesn't specifically bother me, but now I've been forced to waste my time trying to avoid infecting my home or non-affected parts of my skin. Basically, I've been controlling every move I make to assure that no ringworm is able to make contact with anything outside of itself. ...My cat (most likely the one who infected me) thinks I hate it now. Add in the fact that I have school in a week, and this is the worst thing that's happened to me all summer. On another note, I got a new journal. Woohoo! XD