SELF-DESTRUCTION

"Don't wipe it away, Nat. Let me have my little vicious circle." "You know, the circle is the perfect geometric figure. No end, no beginning." ((Independent RP blog for Don Birnam from the 1945 movie 'The Lost Weekend' Trigger Warning: Blog contains things related to Alcoholism and Depression))

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[text] Omg wait, who is this?

[text] I’m so sorry, I thought this was my son.

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[text] its ok this is don. do u want me to pass this on to norman lol?

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alittleimpulsive :

[text] You can’t just ignore my messages forever, Norman, pick up your damn phone before I disable your service. Don’t screw with me right now, pick up your phone when I call you. [text]

[text] mrs. bates i think u have the wrong number

[text] again

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                                                 it stares back

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                  ❝ I have never gotten my own way. ❞

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3d vintage? post cards frim my colletion part III

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am i not myself before i am your mistakes? [click + drag] // r.i.d

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(DOG DAYS)

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Carrie was nervous as she approached the door to her English classroom. With Mr. Ullman gone (thank goodness) she might be able to finally get her English grade so something beyond a high D. The substitute seemed nice enough, but Carrie wasn’t the best judge of character. 

Her hands were clammy before she pressed her knuckles to the door, the knock just loud enough to be heard.  A beat passed before she heard him speak. Slowly, she pushed the door open enough to slip in and waked in. It was strange seeing the whole classroom empty. 

With light and small steps, Carrie walked up to his desk, her folder pressed tightly against her chest. “Um — Hi.” She awkwardly said, her eyes barley meeting his. “I — I was wondering if you could help me with the material we are working with…?” Carrie would understand if he wanted to be alone, school was over.

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Carrie--five seats down in the right-most aisle of desks, always seated near the back corner. He had a habit of remembering little useless facts like where the shyest girl in class sat. 

"Of course, take a seat." he smiled--or tried to smile--kindly and gestured at the desk closest to him. "Having trouble with the book we're reading?" 

According to the curriculum, it was required that this month's assigned novel was Dante's Inferno, much to Don's chagrin. He'd have favoured one of Poe's works, albeit they were a tad morbid for school material. 

"It's alright." Don nodded nonchalantly. "I had quite a bit of trouble as well when I read it. I'm not too fond of books depicting eternal damnation, after all." he chuckled, a faint tension noticeable in his tone. 

God, how long could he keep this charade up for? The grin plastered across his face was threatening to break into the frenzied look of desperation he held back, and his hands, God his hands, they were trembling like terrified animals under the table. 

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list of aus i really need to see written:

i got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU

my stupid cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so i followed him inside and you came home earlier than i expected and found me in the middle of your living room but i swear i’m not a burglar ok

you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good???? 

i was trying to read in the park and your stray football fucking knocked me unconscious

this really cute guy rented the apartment over the bakery/flower shop/store i work at and i keep trying to find excuses to be outside when he comes home

it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD

my best mate somehow fucked up my tv and tonight is the season premiere of this show i really really like and no livestream will work on my computer so will you please let me watch it on your tv i promise i’ll go back to my flat once it’s over

look i’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a hole through my ceiling with your bed thanks

[christophs]

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The statue of the Sorrowful Mother in mourning dress in the hermitage of Our Lady of the Garden Enclosed in Warfhuizen, the Netherlands.

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Why I Draw and Don’t Talk by Sophie Cangelosi

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(DOG DAYS)

Normally, he'd find relief in the quiet privacy that followed the school day, but he found that that wasn't the case anymore.

Almost a month had passed since his last drink, and he was thirsty, like cracked, dead soil laid out under the oppressive heat. Sweat rolled down his forehead, down the stubbly expanse of his chin, and plopped onto his trousers and the floor. In the back of his mind, he remembered exactly where he had hidden his bottles of rye (one in the air vent, another behind his copy of The Maltese Falcon), and they lay there in wait for him to finally succumb to this eternal want. 

He decided then, with a comforting sense of finality, that he would give in. There was no point fighting it anymore, not when the same battle awaited him back home. Don rose from his chair and was about to cross the room to the bookshelf when a shy knock on the door shook him out of it.

"Come in." he said after clearing his throat and wiping the sheen of sweat off of his face. 

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It was probably hard to tell since her facial expression barely changed this whole time, but Jackie was actually sort of pleased about this turn of events, and it carried in her voice. “Alright then! Gimme a minute to tell ‘em, yeah?”

That said, she went to the bartender about getting him a seltzer. They didn’t seem all too enthused about it, but they rarely seemed happy about the whole bartending thing in general, to be honest. But the drink was made, so she brought it over. Wasn’t her job to do, but still.

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Don winced as he took a sip of the seltzer. It had been years since he had had anything carbonated. The last time was champagne, three years prior, at a pretentious dinner party hosted by a couple he loathed. That intrusive memory did nothing to ease his bitterness as he looked back at the girl, misery rank on his features. 

He sighed, crestfallen, sliding the glass left then right along the wet of the counter. The desperation was climbing faster and faster until he could bear it no longer. And although the embarrassment was fresh on his mind, Don faltered and asked, keeping his voice low, "Now, can I have another drink?"

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The Lost Weekend (Billy Wilder, 1945) Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)

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myownprivatetrap

replied to your

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((headcanon: don’s mom was pretty religious. which...

lmao her and canon norma bates hanging out though

((OMG PLEASE?????))

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Well, that wasn’t too bad.

There was still the problem of drinks, though. It didn’t really feel right to try and get him another alcoholic drink, but he seemed to really need one, for lack of a better word. She couldn’t really indulge his vices, could she? “Y’know… you’re not s’posed t’have anymore o’those hard drinks, sir. Can I suggest water or a soda?”

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As the outrage finally subsided, Don was starting to feel the insidious onset of his self-consciousness. He had practically exploded over being denied further service. How would that look to the common outsider? Another drunk, one of many lurking in New York, scrabbling for even a drop of rye. 

Humiliation tinted his cheeks a deep red and he finally resigned, "Seltzer then." He paused, trying to hide his shame as he glanced at the girl, and added, "Please."