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a me mood is just looking for new polish blog names to save every day

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ţħίήķίήģ άвόùţ νόίȡ

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still thinking about an au with st.iles growing up in eichen with nogi the whole time

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so i just picked up a semi-part time job to help supplement my shitty teacher salary because i absolutely hate living with my parents. anywho, my activity is going to be kind of here and there for awhile now, but you can find me on discord @ trash empress.#0310 !! just tell me who you are, mutuals only pls !!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋. a lone fragment of a shattered mirror, the broken bone reflection of a cruel smile. all that you are is ripped edges and cracked glass                                               𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥.

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And I’m… just stuck. And there’s all this pressure ‘cause everyone’s hovering around me waiting for me to do something or say something or flip out or yell or cry some more. And I’m happy to play my part. I’m happy to say the lines and do whatever I’m supposed to be doing if it will make everyone feel more comfortable.But I don’t… I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be this person. I don’t… I don’t know who this person is. How did this happen? How did we end up here? Why am I alone?

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it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

        ❝    𝐀𝐑𝐄    𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  ?    it    doesn’t    feel    like    JUST  .    ❞    his    breath    hitches    high    in    his    chest    on    his    exhale  ,    something    caught    in    his    lungs    like    winded  ,    though    he    has    done    little    else    in    the    past    ten    minutes    save    whine    and    whimper    over    the    poking    and    prodding    malia    gives    him  .    the    particular    pain    to    which    they    both    refer    is    the    blossoming    purple    bloom    across    his    right    shin    ғʀᴏᴍ    ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ    ʀᴜɴ    ɪɴᴛᴏ    ᴛʜᴇ    ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ    ᴏғ    ʜɪs    ʙᴇᴅ  .    ❝    it    doesn’t    feel    like    JUST    a    bruise  ,    malia  .    what    if    there’s    a    cut    you    can’t    see  ?    what    if    it    gets    infected  ?    what    if    i    die  ?    huh  ?    then    what  ,    huh  ?    you’ll    feel    like    shit    for    calling    it    𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃    a    bruise  !    ❞

☇ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 . // @taeted

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❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛           𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒       .           ❜              𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘       𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒       𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄       𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑       in       the       pit       of       her       gut       ,         𝘴𝘦𝘢       -       𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱       𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬        and       tethered       into       place       .       he       looks       more       sheepish       than       concerned       ,       but       lydia       knows       how       to       read       the       way       his       fingers       twitch       ,       some       unknown       melody       composed       on       the       grit       of       his       jean       -       clad       thigh       .       the       downward       slope       of       his       mouth       .       the       ever       -       rapid       bounce       of       his       gaze       .         STILES       CAN       LOOK       AS       CALM       AS       HE       WANTS,             mask       heavy       and       tied       tight       to       his       face       ,           (         𝙱𝚄𝚃       𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙸𝙰       𝙷𝙰𝚂       𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳       𝙷��𝙼        )      .         the       coiled       breadth       of       his       shoulders       .       the       way       he       rips       at       the       skin       around       his       nails       .            ❛         maybe       if       you       didn’t       give       me       something       to       over       -       react       about       ,       i       wouldn’t       over       -       react       .           ❜              comes       tinged       with       humor       ,       but       her       concern       is       only       thinly       veiled       .              ❛           𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨       𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜       𝙤𝙣       ?           ❜

    concerned sentence prompt    ‣    @uniewaznic​ .

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' get the hell away from me. ' ://

        𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂    /    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊    ―    the    effect    the    touch    of    her    always    had    on    him    once    upon    a    time  ,    𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵    𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩    𝘰𝘧    𝘩𝘦𝘳    𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴    over    his    as    if    she    had    ever    had    to    be    shy    with    anyone    in    her    life    (    and    certainly    never    stiles    stilinski    )  .    but    here  ,    with    barely    a    step    taken    on    his    part    to    cross    the    room    to    reach    her  ,    𝙷𝙴𝚁    𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂    𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴    𝙷𝙸𝙼    just    as    surprisingly  ,    but    leave    him    breathless    in    an    uncomfortable    way  .    the    kind    of    way    that    demands    a    kick    to    the    surface  ,    a    burn    in    the    chest    where    lungs    won’t    fill  .    ɢᴇᴛ    ᴛʜᴇ    ʜᴇʟʟ    ᴀᴡᴀʏ    ғʀᴏᴍ    ᴍᴇ  ,    snarls    lydia  ,    like    cornered    animal  ,    like    ambushed    by    the    enemy  .    is    that    what    they    have    come    to    now  ?

        stiles    offers    his    palms    for    inspection  ,    but    this    display    does    not    give    as    much    away    as    the    hurt    on    his    face  .    she    looks    at    him    like    ghost  ,    some    phantom    pain    that    she    thought    she    might    forget    but    clearly    hasn’t  .    her    tears    thread    her    lashes    together    threateningly  ,    but    she    does    not    cry  .   𝙞𝙩    𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨    𝙖𝙨    𝙞𝙛    𝙞𝙩    𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨    𝙖    𝙡𝙤𝙩    𝙤𝙛    𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩    for    her    to    keep    them    at    bay    or    perhaps    it    is    just    the    tremble    of    her    that    appears    as    her    struggle  .    ❝    LYDIA  ,    ❞    stiles    breathes  ,    horrified    and    embarrassed    and    aching  .    behind    him  ,    he    can    hear    scott    retreating    like    he    knows    there    is    a    fight    here    that    has    been    dormant    for    too    long  .    stiles    can’t    blame    him  ;    he’d    like    to    run    from    this    too  .    ❝    what  ―    let    me    just  ―    i    was    only    trying    TO    MAKE    SURE    YOU    WERE    OKAY  .    ❞

☇ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 . // @lydstm

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         A PLAYLIST DESCRIBING S.TILES !

PERSONAL ANTHEM :     something’s gotta give - all time low GUILTY PLEASURE:     anpanman - bts FAVORITE LOVE SONG :     if these sheets were states - all time low SINGS TO LOVED ONES :     hero / heroine - boys like girls SONGS THEY FIGHT TO :     panic switch - silversun pickups LULLABY :     anchor - novo amor ALWAYS STUCK IN THEIR HEAD :     all signs point to lauderdale - a day to remember SINGS IN THE SHOWER :     a party song (the walk of shame) - all time low SINGS TO ANNOY PEOPLE :     the imperial march - john williams SONG THAT MAKES THEM EMO :     terrible things - mayday parade SONG THAT MAKES OTHERS THINK OF THEM :     star wars (main theme) - john williams

TAGGED BY :     i stole it whoops TAGGING :     @lydstm , @taeted , @moonlearns , @moonseething , @redhoneyhq , @alphacalled , @griefphd , @janeives , @korezni , @crimscnmalice , @vorafox , + whoever else wants to !!

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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Fearful, inadequate, desperate.

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”