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YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin
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@serenitys-diary
forever thinking about the fact that perlah alawi also had such a terrible awful fucking shift and managed to smile through most of it. stay her reliable self through most of it. even her emotions over louie didn't take over. she only let herself break on the roof, after the shift was done. perlah alawi I love you so so so much
OH MY GOD WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT PERLAHHH THE BLUEEEE oh god I love her I love her I love her
oh boy i’m winded
@serenitys-diary
Us being menace's in our biology class
the blep twins
Underrated the pitt character who deserve more love by fans
shirt way too big.. I’m starting a rumor
Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!
Maybe I was just a girl, Interrupted
This movie was never about aesthetics, and "Oh, I'm just a girl!" It was meant to be raw, disturbing, and send messages that people try to ignore. This movie, as well as the original book are about real people, and real experience Susannah Kaysen went through.
People tend to romanticize the movie portrayal of these characters, and normalize it in a way it shouldn't be.
Yes, we should normalize talking about mental health, and seeking help. But whay should not be romanticized is the situations portrayed, or anything adjacent to that.
Poor mental health is not an aesthetic.
I personally adore this movie, despite how raw and unfiltered it is. And I find it difficult to find movies like this now a days---specifically those that make things like mental health seem so cut and dry.
We should not normalize bad mental health, but we should support and help those who are suffering with it. It is not a costume.
This movie was monumental to me when I watched it for the first time, and it deserves more love; aside from people making it out to be something "cutsie" rather than disturbing in the best way.
This is just how I see it. This was a longer tangent than I anticipated. (This is kinda just word vomit)
i went at not writing island and saw all of you there
Me on not writing island, looking at you on not writing island knowing we’ll both be here tomorrow.
I’m staring at you, pink
Poor Decisions, and.. Even More Questionable Ones
Tags: Frank Langdon x reader (no use of y/n), slight angst??, mostly just lighthearted fun
Warnings: kissing, neck kissing, nudity at one point but it doesn't describe it, nicknames like "hun" and "sweetheart", mentioned of patient death, Robby mention (yes I'm putting him as a warning, I like the man but he pisses me off sometimes 🧍♀️)
creator note: I thought of this last night and needed to write it down lmao, my friend and I stumbled across a video of like "what pitt characters would use for showering / skincare etc etc" and I sent it to her, we both agreed on Langdon's and I started thinking of this so here you go
It had been a long day.
2 patients died on our shift, Robby exploded on me mid-surgery, and now I was in Langdon’s apartment. How did I get here? I didn’t wanna be alone, and he lives alone, so he offered to let me stay the night.
When thinking of a professional stand on this, I should’ve said no. But I was thinking with my heart, not my mind. I didn’t feel safe enough to be alone after this shift.
“You listening?” he tilted his head, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I lifted my head and met his eyes that were filled with worry, and I gave a smile that didn’t quite meet my eyes.
“I’m alright, just thinking..” It was a poor excuse and I knew it, but he didn’t push. I always loved that about him.
“Hun, is this about Robby?” he questioned, throwing his arm behind the couch to rest on my shoulders. My heart flipped at the nickname, and I tried to school my face but he caught the smile that ghosted my lips.
“Uhh.. maybe. I just can’t stop thinking about what he said.” I sighed, leaning into his side. “I know he’s under a lot of pressure, but he doesn’t have to take it out on any of us, and- god, did you even see the way he’s been riding Al-Hashimi this past week?”
Frank’s hand rubbed my arm comfortingly, “I saw.” he murmured. He turned his head to watch me, before an idea popped into his mind. “Hey, you can throw a pillow at me if this is a bad idea, but I was thinking maybe we could do something to take your mind off things.”
“Like what?”
“Uhh..” he paused, blowing a stream of air out of his mouth. “We could-”
“If you suggest anything I think you’re going to, I will slap you instead of throw a pillow.” I chuckled.
“No no, god no. We’re not to that point… yet,” he grinned while saying the last word, but he sounded unsure like he didn’t know if I felt the same.
I smiled and nodded, “Yet.” I confirmed.
I saw his face light up a bit, and he nodded. “Right, okay- anyway. My idea was that maybe we could take a shower, loosen up a bit.”
“What, like together?” I tilted my head.
“If you want?”
I thought it over for a minute, before nodding. “Okay, sure.. But, hands to yourself.”
He perked up, taking my hand and kissed the back of it. “Promise.”
It took everything in him not to stare, but it was extremely hard. Once clothes hit the floor, he had to physically pry his eyes away to focus on his own. He was a respectful guy, and he was trying to hold up to that title.
“You’ve seen me before, Frank. I don’t care if you look.” I assured him, smiling to myself.
“Right, yeah..” he tilted his head back up, his heart jumping out of his chest all over again. You were beautiful.
Once we both got into the shower, the hot water hit his back first which caused him to tense a bit. I turned to face him, but he kept his eyes strictly on my face.
“You uhm.. You’re really pretty, you know that?” His smile looked a little lopsided from nerves.
“Just shut up already.” I chuckled, leaning up to kiss him and he gladly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around me to hug me close to his body. My hands looped around to the back of his head, one playing with his wet hair and the other on the back of his neck. He let out a satisfied hum against my lips, backing me up into the shower wall. His lips trailed down to my neck and I smiled, but my eyes caught sight of something.
5 in 1 Irish Spring.
I tapped his head, “Frank.”
He hummed.
“Frank.”
He finally pulled back. “Did I do something?”
“What the fuck is that?” I pointed at the bottle.
“My… 5 in 1?” he tilted his head.
“Exactly.” I deadpanned, staring at him. “WHY do you use that??”
“Cause it works..? I don’t think-”
“Exactly, you don’t. Why don't you use separate things like a normal person??”
“Hun, are you seriously lecturing me over this?” he laughed.
“You’re so weird.” I groaned.
“You like me.”
“Debating it.”
I rolled my eyes before he kissed me again, whispering, “Say it.”
“Nuh uh.”
He nipped my neck, and I gasped a little. “Say itt…?”
“I like you.” I finally gave in, which earned a satisfied smile from him when he pulled back.
"I like you too, sweetheart."
dr. samira mohan // burn it down by daughter
digital painting, june 2026
