this playing along

❝ my first psychiatrist told me that according to the manual, grief that continues past four months is pathological and should be medicated. four months. for the life of my child. who makes these decisions? ❞ { ∂ιαиα gσσ∂мαи яρ }

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the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.

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I don’t want you to buy me a hat, I’m saying I am a hat! It’s a METAPHOR, daddy!

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                                      I tried to love you,                    how I wished I could be the mother I should –                        I tried, darling it’s true ———————

                                                       It ＫＩＬＬＳ me that I never could.

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send me ✎ for a facebook post my muse made about yours

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here’s the generator 

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natalie:

               Natalie is TRYING. If anything – she is TRYING.                It’s  not  precisely the most prominent  idea  in  her                mind,  to  reach out and help, but she  does  hear                what  can  only be the cries of a weak  woman  from                the  kitchen; an all-too familiar sound. She  doesn’t                like going home from school; it’s not a great option                between the  s c o r n  she faces at school and the                neglect  at home. If she had to choose, she  would                more   than  likely  b l e e d  than   bruise.  The                bruise  is  constant,  it  reminds. The  bleed  ends–                most              of              the              time.

               A  step   furthertowards the door, and she  cannot                believe  that  she  is allowing  herself to do this, even                with  this  insane  fantasy  that she’s devised  for  the                 both  of them. It was no more than that, of course, as                was  most of everything that she thought up, but the                thought  enough was propelling enough to p u s h the                girl  to open the door further, to  p e e r  though the crack                which       held       the      septic      tank      inside.

               Right she was,  her  mother  lay  on  the  kitchen  floor,                doing God knows what (probably off her zombifying                 medication),  and  calling out for  someone,  anyone,                to       help      her      in      her      hour      of      need.

         Natalie can’t help but think:                          Huh.  If  she knew it  was  me,                          she wouldn’t have said a word.

                A  shake off of the negativity - for now - and a step  closer,                 the door slamming behind her. Might as well play the mother                 for   the   one   who      should     be      doing      otherwise.

                   “–Mom, you’re on the kitchen floor.”

                         Good job, captain obvious.                          You’re doing well.

Her head rolls to the side slightly at the sound of a voice, seemingly miles away but nonetheless present. A hand is lifted in the air and flutters about, searching for the source of the echoing voice. As her eyes slowly open and rise to see the face opposing her, lips part in a minuscule smile. While she can barely make out any features at all, something tells her it must be her doting son coming to the rescue.

❝ Hi, Gabe. My head hurts. Gabe, I think I might have done something a little stupid. ❞

All she is able to muster is barely a whisper, while her hand still searches in the air.

❝ Are you still there, Gabe?❞

Her head throbs and her eyes are forced shut, fists clenched. As she writhes in pain on the kitchen floor, her only comfort is in knowing her son is beside her. For good measure, she calls out for him once more.

❝ —Gabriel? ❞

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mythic bitch:

                        ‘ I’M SORRY,  what was that? ‘ 

         SHE STEPS swiftly into the other girl, so wonderfully small beneath her. finger CURL like rotting leaves, eyebrows arched. it was so cute when the runts got momentary guts. all the more fun for her when she DESTROYED that courage beneath the heel of her show. 

                       ‘ BECAUSE I own this school. you think I’d let some LOSER like you make the list? take a note, lame-ass. you’ve got nerve, but I’ve got POWER. think carefully before you fuck with me. ‘

❝ Okay. Gotcha. Maybe this was a mista— ❞

Wait a second. Go big or go home, right? Diana never climbed up the social ladder beyond being a nobody. Being that girl in the yearbook who emitted a “she went here?” And damn it, she was TIRED of being nobody. Who said Heather Chandler was so goddamn scary? Suddenly, her fearfully furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes evaporated. With a puff of the chest and an arch of the eyebrows, she faced the mythic bitch yet again. FUCK. Bad idea. Diana McBride was no match for Heather Chandler. Fear reached her features again. Her moment of bravery had been just that— a MOMENT.

❝ As I was saying— a mistake… ❞

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henry:

At the mention of her son Henry felt a sort of shift. He’d only heard this son talked about a couple of times. There was that first dinner and the birthday cake, and Natalie’s explanation, and that was pretty much it. Natalie didn’t talk about him much if she could avoid it. Henry knew he hadn’t heard Mrs. Goodman talk about him as if he were dead, and it probably took a lot for her to actually say that out loud. He didn’t know how often she’d admit to it.

He could see Natalie’s response to all of that about her mother caring for her. Henry could just muster a nod. “I know.”

But he didn’t know. He didn’t think she was necessarily lying but how could he really understand any of that? Mothers were supposed to care and love their children, of course, and he supposed he did believe her that she did for Natalie, even if it wasn’t the sort of love mother’s should have.

“No,” he said after a moment. “I guess you probably don’t.” Who would know what they were doing about burying a teenage daughter? But if they didn’t, Henry sure didn’t have the answers either. “I…I hope he gets some rest soon then. Whatever you guys decide to do for her, I’m sure it’ll be nice.”

❝ I—um—I hope so. I hope it’s nice. Of course, whatever we do throw together— I’d like for you to come. I think you made her happy. Really. ❞

A small smile crossed her blank face for all of two seconds before she stood with a start. Brushing her hands over her skirt, a curt nod was aimed in the boy’s direction.

❝ Anyways— I’m glad you stopped by. It’s, uh, nice to see somebody other than my reflection around here. ❞

Though the house all but echoed emptiness and sorrow, Diana understood that she couldn’t keep the poor kid captive any longer. He must have been uncomfortable.

❝ But I’ll let you off the hook now. ❞

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             ❝ i don’t think it’s many girls’ dreams to be a                                            RECEPTIONIST.

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dan:

– ◁ –  Damn it. 

           Letting his own disappointment clearly splay across his lips had been a mistake. As soon as he had, his wife had taken the terrible plunge from the cliff she stood precariously upon. She danced across it, her life taking place in the long F A L L, somewhere between here & the ground.

            He quickly picked up the phone, his ear filled with the monotonous ringing, which was somehow more comforting than the circumstance he was currently in, but soon thought better of it and hung up before calling the ONLY number on speed-dial. 

                                          ‘Diana, Di! We’re going to be alright.’  

             Dan cautiously moved towards her, reaching out a hand to her cheek. There was no telling what she would do when she was like this. It had been so long since, he believed the worst was over. What a FARCE hope was, he felt it shattering against his own perplexed mind. 

As Dan’s hand reached her cheek, Diana’s eyes fluttered for a moment, gazing up at her husband’s face with an expression that begged “help me"— not purposefully, of course.

Realizing how deeply she leaned into his touch, she quickly backed away. Dan would be of no help to her. Dan did not understand. Her expression of complete helplessness transformed into one of anger, of frustration. Alright. He said they would be alright, but nothing about the situation at hand indicated that this statement was at all true. Her head shook involuntarily at the idea. If she weren’t so distraught, maybe she would have laughed at the absurdity of Dan’s hardly comforting words.

The man who stood before her— her husband— was the same man who had insisted on taking her to that doctor, on her taking all that fucking medicine While the fury she felt towards him in that moment boiled up inside of her, it lacked the strength to push aside the grief that consumed her at the sight of Gabe’s cake, a painful reminder of what ceased to exist.

❝ It’s his eighteenth birthday— what would you have me do? N O T H I N G ? ❞

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; I was going to do all of my drafts but alas I realized, oh yeah! I deleted all my fucking icons like two weeks ago bc I thought I wasn't going to rp again and they were taking up storage. I love how the hundreds of icons I spent hours making have now gone to waste!!!!!!! and therefore, due to my own stupidity, I have to roll of for a while to make icons hooray yippee

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                                 neato edit for nxmbing

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Send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.

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something next to normal, that’s the thing I’d like to try.  {insp}

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                   our little pride && joy ;                                             our PERFECT PLAN…

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dan:

– ◁ –  A promising success had ultimately turned to a complete failure before Dan’s eyes in the span of a single moment. TWO MONTHS. She had been doing seemingly well, their family not yet torn apart, & for two blissful months, the man believed he could have time to breathe. 

                                              He should have known better. 

              The forgotten candle wax dripped on the table as Natalie ushered her boyfriend out, leaving Dan forced to look at Diana. Everything in his life was unraveling at the seams, beginning with the woman he couldn’t imagine his life without. Words were hesitant upon his lips, eyes distant & forlorn. 

                ‘You’re still seeing him?’ 

nxmbing

For a moment, Diana’s eyes were locked on her husband— the disappointment splayed across his familiar face. As they tried to meet his in that short moment, her eyes were brimming with fresh tears. Ripping her gaze away from his distant eyes, she swatted angrily at the fresh tears beginning to make a trail down her cheek. With one aggressive, swift flicker of her hand, the cake in question was face down on the kitchen floor. Fists clenched tightly, she raised her eyes.

❝ Fuck it. ❞ Her volume was barely above a whisper.

Shaking her head suddenly, she turned to give the cake a good kick across the floor, leaving a path of frosting behind it.

❝ F U C K IT! ❞

As her shout resonated throughout the room, Diana’s expression was wild— eyebrows furrowed deeply, eyes ablaze, and lips parted ever so slightly. ❝ Fuck it, Dan. ❞

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onlythedusk asked: “I studied for this test all week! How did I only get an 8%?”

❝ I hate to break it to you, but— you’ve got to have some kind of natural talent to fail that badly. Many of us have had our fair shares of 55s, maybe a 40% on that photosynthesis test… but an eight percent? That’s fucking — that is a grade you have to go above and beyond for. ❞

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High School Themed Sentence Meme

“Apparently I was the only one that got the email saying to wear your pajamas to school today.”

“Getting really tired of teachers saying whatever they want to me and when I try and defend myself, they send me to in school suspension.”

“I had to come in early to make up the test I missed last week. I’m pretty sure the school would make a fortune if they had a coffee vending machine.”

“I have a near perfect GPA, but that apparently means nothing if my shorts are too short.”

“I studied for this test all week! How did I only get an 8%?”

“I’m not sure if that was sex ed or Sunday school.”

“If you don’t do your share of the work, I’ll take your name off the project and you can take a zero. You’re not getting the grade for doing nothing.”

“My locker is jammed again. I’m ready to find a lockermate and just be done with it.”

“My parents didn’t believe that the homework said to only do the even numbers on the worksheet and wouldn’t let me eat dinner until I did the entire thing.”

“No one told me there was a two hour delay today so I spent half an hour trying to get into the building before a police officer showed up and broke the news.”

“So I found your phone number on another bathroom stall.”

“The teacher caught me with my phone out and took it away. They gave it back at the end of the day and everything but my background was a picture of their face.”

“The vice principal pronounced my name wrong in the morning announcements again.”

“There’s a locker number and combination in the back of my textbook. Are you up for an adventure?”

“Wait I’m sorry, did you say you have a cat in your locker?”

“We don’t have to be friends but we do have to be lab partners.”

“What do you mean you didn’t do the homework last night? I was going to copy off of you before class!”

“When are they going to understand that no one in this school is interested in eating tuna melts every Tuesday?”

“When my locker neighbor slammed their locker shut, my shirt somehow got closed in it and they didn’t notice so there I was with two options: Take my shirt off or wait for help and I really didn’t feel like getting sent home for dress code today.”

“Yes, I absolutely think it’s a terrible idea for you to try to seduce our chemistry teacher.”