Them

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Show & Tell
DEAR READER
Claire Keane

Love Begins

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Them
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The cold metal of her truck bed was a welcome relief, its hard surface offering an unexpected comfort as it pressed against the warm skin of her legs. Beca let herself sink further into it, her body becoming heavier with every breath, as if the truck had somehow become an anchor, grounding her in the midst of the whirlwind in her mind. The evening air was crisp, the kind that nipped at your skin just enough to remind you that the world kept moving, while she could barely find the strength to move herself.
A set of Bechloe memes have appeared, which means you're going to have a great day today!!! 😄✨
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is the first time I’ve logged onto this tumblr account in about 5 months, and I know I’m the worst for updating my fics but I hope there are still some people who will read this.
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He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he stepped closer. “I've figured it all out,” he said, the gears in his head locking into place.
She usually would have just walked away from him, not caring what he had to say, but there was something about his tone that unsettled her. “What are you talking about?”
She still hadn't backed down, and she didn't intend to. Beca had had enough of his blackmailing, his stupid smirks and the power he thought he had over her. She was going to stand her ground and get him to back off once and for all. She wasn't going to let him treat her like shit anymore, she had put up for it for years and she was finally going to put a stop to it. If Chicago wouldn't get out of her way, then she was going to make him.
She knew she couldn't do too much - as far as she knew, Chicago still had the emails, and had every intent to continue blackmailing her. But she couldn't keep doing nothing. She also wouldn't let him get away with continuously flirting with other girls when he supposedly liked Chloe. She deserved so much better than that - than him.
“Seriously, what the fuck man? Haven't you done enough? I did what you wanted.”
Her words clearly had no impact on him because Chicago took another step towards her, he was close enough that Beca could feel his breath against her cheek. She let out a shaky breath as he leaned closer to her, his mouth next to her ear.
“I know you're in love with Chloe,” he whispered.
— virginia woolf, from a letter to vita sackville-west ↳ ❅ for @cressidascowper
How am I supposed to comfort myself when I don't even feel like I know myself and I don't even feel real most of the time?
Sometimes my brain feels like this vague, unreachable thing, miles and miles away
I can't even understand or hold onto what I am feeling
I see everything, including myself, through a haze that doesn't clear until all of a sudden every suppressed emotion rushes at me at once
By then it's all too much for me and I just want to find an easy way out or way to run away from it all
People talk about wanting to recover so that they can re-gain their old selves, their old passions, their old interests
What do you do when you don't have an old self to go back to and re-gain? There wasn't a 'me' before mental illness or if there was I don't remember them
When you start struggling with your mental health at a young age, it becomes all that you know and your identity can become distorted around it
Now I'm an adult who has no idea what they like, what they enjoy or even how to comfort themselves
What am I supposed to do with myself and how am I supposed to find reasons to recover when it feels like drowning is all I know?
BECA AND CHLOE | PITCH PERFECT
"The little bit of space that had been between them in the group photo is not present in this one. They’re pressed close, Chloe’s eyes shut, her forehead resting against Beca’s cheek. Her arms are looped around Beca’s neck, fingers laced through her hair. Chloe’s hat on Beca’s head and Beca’s sunglasses perched in Chloe’s curls. Beca’s smile is soft and content, a little sleepy. Her wrists are crossed behind Chloe’s back, knuckles brushing along either side of her spine. The LEDs from the pool have painted them pink and blue and their friends are just blurred shapes in the background."
- All I Ask of You chapter 22
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Made a polaroid version @kailoraurelius 👀
Sometimes I forgot you can put a polaroid in your wallet
Gotta have some faith in the sound.
My Favorite Pitch perfect 3 moment
What a dysfunctional squad.
this is me letting you go by heidi priebe
keep calm she could fix her
I miss them T.T