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 𝙷𝙸𝙼 ) . 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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