turn away, do not let them see you break. stay wolf, my love, there's only so much they can take.
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Vibes for Softly Tortured Characters
For the ones who make you want to wrap them in a blanket and also scream “JUST TALK TO SOMEONE.”
Always looks like they didn’t sleep (because they didn’t)
Talks like they’re about to say something else, but never does
Constantly touches their sleeves/jewelry/lip, like if they’re not holding something, they’ll fall apart
Laughs too easily, but it never quite reaches their eyes
Over-apologizes for things no one noticed
Craves affection but flinches when they get it
Body language = trying to take up as little space as possible
Flashes of unexpected rage, like pressure finally cracking glass
Always says “I’m fine” in a tone that screams “Please ask again”
Cries alone, then wipes their face like it’s a secret
Feels safest in chaos because stillness feels like waiting for pain
Thinks being loved means being a burden
Cannot remember the last time they were truly, fully relaxed
Keeps people at arm’s length, but is the first to drop everything if someone else needs help
Treats their own joy like it's a luxury they didn’t earn
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👍💗💗
pamper me to hell and back by hera lindsay bird / @ /bipdf / @/ manincaffeine / close to you by gracie abrams / love will find a way, by alivia horsley / @/tacobort on twt / fallingforyou by the 1975 / alfonsina storni / pinterest
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We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.
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the only person i'd run through an airport for is you.
antigone, sophocles / summer wars (2009) dir. mamoru hosoda / i’ll give you the sun, jandy nelson / elektra, sophocles / ruth madievsky / right now, gracie abrams / the archive of alternative endings, lindsey drager / the fall of the house of usher, steven berkoff / the replacement, brenna yovanoff / ? / fleabag (2016-2019) / practical magic, alice hoffman
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#inspo | when we all fall asleep where do we go?#inspo | for all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
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child of the moon
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Source? The fairies told me
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New bedroom who dis
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Are you becoming what you've always hated?
Isle of Dogs / Game of Thrones / Painting by Jenn Mazza / Unknown / Ancestral Memory by Hari Alluri / Unknown / Venetta Octavia / Emma Tranter / Unknown / Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo / @ machineryangel
#ares | he wears his horror like a cruel second skin#jiyong | born to be your villain#jaewon | son of the desert summer sunlight#artemis | a heart of iron and a spirit as pitiless as bronze
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i worry so often - is the goodness in me a veneer. a rough white spackling of champagne toasts and friday evenings and too-quick jokes. i feel i am always building myself back up again, always trying to stack boxes on top of a rotted foundation. i mutate myself, hoop-jumping to some semblance of normalcy by journaling and eating right and "trying harder". try as i might: i know the form i began with, and that always feels more permanent. i was born as an anvil. i could never be the weightless sword.
the happiness and the joy is malleable, fragmented. but the despair? the despair remains. every time i drag my fingers down the tide of my soul, like black sand, i watch the sapphire grief glitter in the moonlight - somehow always-there, in despite.
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“nostalgia is a villain that we are told is a hero, all it ever does is hurt.”
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Everything I say feels like a declaration that my seams are tearing apart and the ocean is rushing in
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Midnight Rain by Edward Miller (Les Edwards)
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