#apsychoanalystsnightmare

[teacupwilliam-blog]

Wardrobe.

Leave “Wardrobe” in my ask and I will show you an article of clothing my muse owns

[professorcrane]

Cinnamon Sugar | APsychoanalystsNightmare

It was often the most intelligent people who were the most troubled.

Jonathan knew this, not just from firsthand experience, but from a great deal of watching. He was very good at watching, because for someone so tall and awkward, he was often as not ignored completely. Normally, he didn't mind this much. It gave him opportunities that might've been rare for someone else.

It wasn't often he saw the scrappy younger man about, but it was often enough that he could look, and wonder. Jonathan had chanced to watch him over coffee, before, sipping from his warm mug while the man wandered aimlessly, almost as if sleeping, or having some sort of disagreement with himself.

Jonathan was interested, from a professional perspective. He could not know that others had been before him, and others would be after him. He rarely saw someone quite like this who wasn't very obviously homeless. The mental health system had a great deal of failings.

The next time Jonathan saw him, he bought two coffees instead of one, and garnished the second in the same way he did the first - more cinnamon than sugar, and a bit of creamer. He figured an offering might make the difference between hostile and not.

So, offering in hand, he approached and cleared his throat. "Excuse me."

[professorcrane]

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How kind of you to return the favor. Let’s see… well, I have a shelf in my closet mostly stuffed with pumpkin-flavored candles. I have the nastiest tendency to buy them when they’re seasonally appropriate and hoard them year round.

[i probably spend way too much money on clothes .v.;;;]

[devourtheimpolite]

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[salvatit]

ᴏᴜᴛᴏғᴅᴇsɪɢɴs — -ahem- So here's the thing, anon. You do not get an opinion on how to run someone's blog, capisce? If you don't like what they post, you know where the unfollow button is. No-one's forcing you to look at someone's posts. I happen to like this person, and I happen to think they are quality and pretty awesome, so stop. Stop being an asshole because it gives you some weird sense of gratification. Get your kicks somewhere else, because you're not wanted here, you piece of shit.

thanks bby nonnie listen to them

[salvatit]

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[hostestuosdevoret-blog]

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17TH-IV-2013 

     Will continues to have nightmares that are troubling to him, and his grip on reality is fading. A misplaced sense of heroism is to blame. He feels good saving lives, and yet seems unable or simply unwilling to realise that he is losing his own. Luckily, his trust in me is unwavering. In such a chaotic time, I am glad to serve as an anchor  Though Jack may have better intentions, he doesn’t aid Will himself. Will seems to feel discouraged by Jack, and I wonder if he has told him any of what he is dealing with.      No matter. It will all come out eventually, though I hope for his sake, I am still around to help when it does. He needs someone to talk to. I am happy to be there, in that regard. I do believe he has become something akin to a friend. It is all his mind; his mind is miraculous, beautiful, and eager to learn. All that empathy, all that intelligence. I  do not think he will survive this unscathed. 

[devourtheimpolite]

More guests are being served

apsychoanalystsnightmare

sociopathic--tendencies

fearlessjinyx

neithersaintnordevil

It was definitely an odd time to be having guests. He couldn't deny that having guests was quite delightful, but he couldn't help but to wonder as to why there were so many visiting at such a strange hour.

"Good morning," he greeted as he opened the door.