The butterfly project:
The butterfly project was something created
to help and encourage self-harmers to stop
cutting.
RULES:
1. When you feel like you want to cut,
take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw
a butterfly on your arm or hand.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that
really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it
off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve
killed it. If you dont cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of
them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are
extra special.
Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly
anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after
someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and
tell them. It could help. Try get this to the top
quotes so everyone of your witty sisters can see
it.
Copy and paste this for everyone to see.
Youre all beautiful.
btw. this isnt mine
Stay Strong
20 Day Witty Challenge.
TheHuntress
Chapter 4
I felt horribly unaccomplished. I'd been sent here to take
care of that stupid criminal and I've ended up sight seeing.
I looked up and saw The Museum of Modern Art, what could it hurt
to just take a peek? I walk in and look around. Just as I'm
about to step into a different room of art, Jason comes running
toward me and grabs my arm.
"What are you doing?" I shout at him.
"Keeping you alive," He shouts back.
"Huh?" I ask. No sooner than we're out of the
building, it blows up. We dive for the cover of a car which
isn't all that smart but it's all we have.
"How did you know I'd be here?" I ask him.
"Easy," he says and grabs my bag from me.
"Hey-!" I start but he pulls a small button that would
be on a sweater off my bag.
"Tracker," He says simply. I feel my jaw drop
slightly.
"Did you put it there?" I ask. He nods.
"Why?" I ask.
"Well, you're trying to kill my uncle, I thought I might
be of some help," He says. This guy never seases to amaze
me.
"But, why? If he's you uncle i mean," I say.
"Well, some things just have to be done right?" He
asks. I nod.
"He killed my dad, he's after your dad, your after him,
I'm helping you, to sum things up," He offers.
"Ok, but, just so you know, if this is a trap, I will get
out of it, and you'll be the first one I come after," I
tell him.
"I wouldn't expect anything less," He says. I smile
and nod.
"Well, were do you suppose we start?" I ask.
"The better question would be where do you suppose we
don't start," he muttered.
"Ok, then, where do you suppose he was last," I
ask.
"Here," He says.
"What?" I ask.
"Who else do you suppose set off the bomb?" He
asks.
"Well... I dunno," I say.
"Exactly, now I think I might know where he's going, if
you'll trust me," He says. I nod. This was dangerous. I
probably shouldn't trust him, but I didn't have much
choice right now. I didn't have any other leads.
* Sheridan: polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=42699498| Jason:
polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=42700662 |:)
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