KILLING SECRETS - out now | writer of stories stained by magic | doing that indie author thing | 🇨🇦
Ontario, Canada
Joined March 2009
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Laura A. Barton retweeted
𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 is proud to release this incredible piece about #BFRB resources for people of color featuring Bianca Lyder, @G_Trichster, and @saharradesert, written by @Laura_Barton! #bfrbweek #bfrbawarenessweek skinpickingsupport.com/blog/…
I've missed posting recent blogs, so here they are in one fell swoop. ⬇️
#mentalhealthmatters
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Unconventional Self-Care Tips for Mental Health Recovery | bit.ly/recoveryselfcare
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What Mental Illness Recovery Is Really Like | for @HealthyPlace | bit.ly/3PQxVtK
#mentalhealthmatters
Resilience in Mental Health Recovery: Dealing with Setbacks | new for @HealthyPlace | bit.ly/resilienceinrecovery
#mentalhealthmatters
Writing My Way to Recovery | new for @HealthyPlace | bit.ly/writingtorecovery
#mentalillnessrecovery
Big Life Changes Impact My Mental Health Recovery | new for @HealthyPlace | bit.ly/lifechangesrecovery
#mentalillnessrecovery #mentalhealthmatters
Laura A. Barton retweeted
FROM BLOOD AND ASH x SKYRIM x UPROOTED
When Adeen’s first love witnesses a murder he never should have, she has only three options:
💘Give up her own life
🍷Run away
🗡️Try to kill the man she loves
Though she chooses the third option, he doesn’t stay dead…
#MoodPitch #NA #R #F
ALT A collage on a dark-red checkered background with nature and book stickers surrounding a half-sun with a half-profile of a woman with blood-splattered skin in the center. White text on a black highlight read “Who are you? … Death?” “Sometimes. Not Today.” Dark brown text on a tan highlight read “beautiful mess.”
My cat's arched back and hiss alert me to someone at the door without a knock. One doesn't come. The darkness beyond presses in.
Whiskers plaintively yowls as shaking limbs carry me into the foyer. Still, I open the door.
My sister's sharp gaze snares mine. I'm hollow.
#flexvss
The book that’s vanished in and out of spaces around my house for weeks lands in my lap. Whiskers’s tail thrashes beside me.
My sister’s scrawl annotates the pages, and I land on one where she’s written:
We all have a reason. You’re mine.
The rest of the page is blank.
#vss365
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My cat has trapped me in my house for days. I know it sounds dumb, but any time I go near an outside door, he blocks it.
After so long, I thought I could handle what he is. Cat-like qualities mask that he’s a demon in a fur coat. His piercing hiss reminds me otherwise.
#vss365
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The breeze sifts through a window I didn’t open, a warm caress across my skin.
My sister and I used to sit by the window as kids reading stories of fairytales and magic. She believed them. She brought them to life.
It feels like, wherever she is, she’s calling to me.
#flexss
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