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[illfollowthee]

‘ i don’t think you’ve been getting enough sleep. ‘ from Misha

@interphrase

          “Is that an official diagnosis, doctor?” She smirks, her chin finding it’s way into bandaged hands as she tosses him a wink. He’s not wrong, but it’s not like it was purposeful, either. And there were so many other things to worry about, sleep seemed so far down on the list. “I don’t think you’ve been getting enough sun.” She counters, eyebrows lifting as she searches for her coffee. She’d left the mug somewhere, it wasn’t like it could’ve gone all that far. “Or enough sleep – nobody gets enough sleep.” She pauses, “I don’t want you to worry so much …”

[memestockpile]

good morning / good night sentence starters. feel free to change pronouns / descriptors as you see fit. put two sentences together if needed be. some of these are interchangeable. 

good morning.

‘ i’ll make breakfast. ‘

‘ i made you breakfast. ‘

‘ we should make a big breakfast. ‘

‘ did you sleep good? ‘

‘ good morning, sleepyhead. ‘

‘ i slept so good last night. ‘

‘ i didn’t sleep at all. ‘

‘ you’re up early. ‘

‘ you sure slept in late. ‘

‘ you have a little crust around your eye. ‘

‘ you look like hell. ‘

‘ here’s your breakfast. ‘

‘ what do you want for breakfast? ‘

‘ your favorite cartoon is on. ‘

‘ oh, i used to watch this all the time as a kid on saturday mornings. ‘

‘ your morning cleaning music woke up me. ‘

‘ i would’ve slept in later. ‘

‘ someone’s grouchy. ‘

‘ i haven’t had my coffee yet. ‘

‘ up and at ‘em! ‘

‘ hey. you awake? ‘

‘ good morning, sunshine. ‘

‘ morning, sweetie. ‘

good night.

‘ i’m going to bed. ‘

‘ go to bed. ‘

‘ back to bed. ‘

‘ let’s get you in bed. ‘

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ‘

‘ let’s take some medicine then send you to bed, okay? ‘

‘ i’ll be home in time to tuck you in. ‘

‘ up you go. ‘

‘ shhh. shh. sh. ‘

‘ time for bed. ‘

‘ can you tuck me in? ‘

‘ will you come in before you leave for work and check on me? ‘

‘ alright, sleepyhead, i think it’s time for bed. ‘

‘ you should be in bed. ‘

‘ can i stay up later? ‘

‘ bedtime. ‘

‘ it’s past your bedtime. ‘

‘ what are you still doing up? ‘

‘ this bed is comfy. ‘

‘ let me carry you. ‘

‘ do you want me to tuck you in? ‘ 

‘ can you tell me a story? ‘

‘ once upon a time … ‘

‘ when’s the last time you slept? ‘

‘ of course i can do that, honey. ‘

‘ i love you. ‘

‘ what helps you go to sleep? ‘

‘ i had a bad dream. ‘

‘ can i sleep with you? ‘

‘ i don’t think you’ve been getting enough sleep. ‘

‘ i’m expecting you to go to bed earlier. we have a big day tomorrow. ‘

‘ you had a long hard day, didn’t you? ‘

‘ you keep yawning. i’ll take it from here. ‘

‘ you, bed. now. ‘

‘ i can’t ever go to sleep on time. ‘

‘ goodnight, baby. i’ll see you in the morning. ‘

‘ go to sleep. i’ll put you to bed. ‘

‘ where’s my goodnight kiss? ‘

[illfollowthee]

[illfollowthee]

[imameme-youreameme]

Send me, “You’re bleeding.” for my muse’s reaction to yours patching up their wounds.

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[whcwashe]

“you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.”

— love at the end of the world | m.j.  (via nerezigni)

[luvneedsnosyt]

Sara Bareilles - Saint Honesty.

Shouts: Ultimate Music

[illfollowthee]

#squints

[illfollowthee]

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’ from Hector

              She’s too tired. And too upset. And there’s no right words for what she suddenly wants to say – something in between ‘thank you’ and ‘i’m sorry’, because this isn’t something he should’ve had to take on. Because he had his own, actual children to take care of, and he shouldn’t have to shoulder any responsibility for her as well. 

But it was all so fucking difficult. And she’d almost died, alone, on her kitchen floor. And she would have, if someone hadn’t checked in. And she can’t keep anything straight anymore – she’s too tired to take notes when doctors talk, she just keeps stashing it in the back of her head. Anemia, and arrhythmia, and they all thought maybe she was doing it herself. And maybe she shouldn’t live on her own, anymore. 

And she couldn’t go HOME. Not to her parents. Not when they’d practically tried to sell her to the vatican once already, she just wanted to be normal, and finish school. And someone still had to clean all the blood up off her kitchen floor. She takes a breath, holding it in and shifting to press her face into a pillow before her tears can make themselves obvious. So the “Thank you” she finally gets out is muffled, but it’s there. Because she hadn’t even asked for the help, he’d just shown up to offer it, and she didn’t know how she’d manage on her own anymore. 

“Can you ask when they’re gonna let me go home?”

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[illfollowthee]

‘ here, take my jacket. ’ from Marcus :|

@interphrase

          “I’m not cold ….” 

She’s shivering, actually, despite the fact that the weather was actually fairly moderate. Warm in the sun, even. But the sun was no match for anemia – which was an unfortunate risk when you spent so much time bleeding. She ran the gamut of symptoms. Pale. Fatigued. Freezing all the time. 

He’s got worry lines etched into his face already, though. Sometimes she wants to trace them with her fingers just to see how deep they really go. And the last thing she wants to do is make them any deeper, so she pretends she doesn’t need it, taking a breath to continue her protest before it’s dropped over her shoulders anyway. 

Oh.

Okay, fine. Sure. That’s much better. 

“Thanks …” She barely contains a yawn, leaning into him again as her head finds it’s way back to his shoulder. “I thought you said there were birds out here to see, or something …” Eyes close. She’s halfway asleep before she even finishes. “I’m not falling for birds the next time you think I need fresh air …”

@interphrase

[heavensghost]

Natalie Wee, Our bodies & other fine machines

@natalieweepoetry

[vhsmeme]

* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

[heavensghost]

Fiona Apple

[fuckyeahgreatplays]

“I’ve never been in love, never in my life. Oh, I’ve dreamed of love, dreamed endlessly, day and night, but my soul is like a fine piano that’s locked, and the key is lost.”

— Three Sisters (translaterd by Sarah Ruhl)

[nomediocre]

[illfollowthee]

❝ i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. ❞ from Marcus I mean what

         He seems like he means it. Actually, she knows that he does. So she stays silent, in favor of wiping still-fresh tears away from her face, and burying herself further into his lap, like a child. Because she doesn’t want to ask him to make a promise, just in case it’s one that he can’t keep. He carried too much guilt around with him already, the kind that she couldn’t strip away with a touch. 

And sometimes it felt like God himself had intended for her to be thrown to the wolves. Like he’d intended for her to bleed to death for people she wasn’t sure should be forgiven. Who was she, really, to complain about missing out on her life when other peoples eternities were on the line? 

She’d shed enough blood this week. There were enough stains on the floor – and she was pale enough – to prove it. She couldn’t do any more. She could barely even sleep, sorting through peoples sins in her nightmares. Still, he sounded so confident. 

And she wants to ask – if he means forever, or just until tomorrow, or next week, or whenever he has to move along. 

She swallows instead, shifting her face to blot her tears above his knee as she offers him an absent shrug. “I’ll make you a deal – I’ll try to go outside for five minutes, but you owe me ice cream for dinner.”

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[zooey-glss]

The Exorcist | ep.10