#this can be triggering

[icameheretowinry]

So, I just saw Beautiful Boy. It's very, very difficult to watch, but I think it portrays an incredibly accurate picture of addiction (based on what I know). Timothée Chalamet is an incredibly talented actor, and I highly recommend a watch. If you want to know the scale of emotional impact, I'm currently sobbing in an airplane over the Atlantic Ocean. (I can count the number of films I've cried to on one hand, so this is extremely significant. I'm not a crier, and my dad was amazed to see me react to strongly.)

[frenchfriequeen-blog]

Is ur body changing from exercise? What changes are you noticing! Isn't it exciting!!

It’s not just exercises for me! I’m also eating different (I eat so much, any chance I get I pretty much chow down) and drinking a LOT more water! I feel so much less sluggish and my skin is a lot clearer! I don’t know how much my body has actually changed (I think I’ve gained some weight in my thighs though) but I’m definitely a lot happier with the way I look and more importantly the way I feel! It’s really rewarding to work out in my opinion.

[lunafrejya]

[queenbreejackson-blog]

Unforgettable Meeting || Bree & Zane ||

Bree makes her way out of the girls dorm, wearing her jogging pants and a sports bra, a backpack with a water bottle and a small towel on her back. The track is only around the back, so she takes the walk, putting her hair up into a ponytail. Once she gets there she notices a guy already running. She doesn't feel like running a trail, so she puts down her backpack and starts to run the track anyways. 

Zane has been running for the last hour or so, which doesn't bother him, considering he doesn't feel the pain that most people would get after such a run. He was about to call it quits, though, before a girl started running as well. She isn't one he has met before, so he matches her speed. "Let's see, you're in the athletic program... you have decent upper and lower body strength... i'm going to go with cheerleader" he says, looking her over as they run. 

Bree nods and looks the guy over. "Good guess" she says, as she continues to run. She can't deny that the guy running with her was really attractive, and clearly confident. There was just something about him that put her off and she couldn't place it. Just kind of a feeling. 

Zane notices that she isn't saying much and gives her a look. "Pretty shy for a cheerleader" he points out. "Got a name?" he asks, as he starts to jog backwards, and still matching her speed. 

Bree bites her lip and rolls her eyes. "Showoff" she mutters. "My name is Bree" she says, jogging a little faster and pulling out her headphones from her pocket. 

Zane shakes his head and jogs beside her. "Zane." he says, "not that you asked." He watches her take out her headphones and pulls them out of her hands. "That's a little rude" he says, his voice more stern, and him dropping the headphones into a puddle next to the track. 

Bree would normally have something to say to that, but something about this guy made her really uncomfortable. Instead she stopped jogging and started to walk off the track to grab her water. 

"What, finished already?" Zane asks, following her off the track. "But we only got started" he says, with a smirk on his lips. 

"What do you want?" Bree asks, a bitter tone in her voice. "I really don't like being around people in general, let alone when I am doing something that doesn't require company" she says, putting her hand on her hip. 

Zane laughs slightly and puts his hands on the wall on each side of her, restricting her. "Why so bitter?" he asks, with a playful tone. 

Bree presses her back against the wall, feeling uncomfortable. She slaps him across his face, but he doesn't even flinch. 

Zane's smirk grows slightly as she hits him. "Oh, well, wasn't that a bad idea" he says, grabbing both of her wrists. "Don't tempt me...I have never been good at restricting myself."

Bree panics and needs to think quickly. She presses her lips against his, without thinking, kissing him desperately. 

Zane let's go of her wrist as she kisses him, bringing his hands down to her waist. "That's much better" he mutters against her lips. He keeps her pressed up against the wall as he matches how desperately she kisses him. 

Bree continues kissing him, too frightened to even comment. She tangles her fingers into his hair, making this as convincing as she possibly can. This might be the only way she will get out of this. 

After a little while of this, Zane takes a step back, looking her over. "Good that you know how to adjust your attitude... but next time, you watch your mouth the whole time" he says, before backhanding her. The power is riveting, as he smirks. "Now get the hell out of here, slut."

Bree felt the pain of his hand going across her face, but she help back from making any sound, just as she did before. Bringing her hand to her lip, she feels the sticky sensation of blood. She says nothing, just runs off when he tells her to. 

[mamabro]

okay ugly rant time and i mean really ugly. i wouldn't recommend reading, i just gotta get this out

what really bothers me lately is when i see or hear comments on how people who have attempted (or sometimes even commited) suicide, making it all about the people that surround said person. To be more clear, i'm talking about when people use 'think about what it'll do to other people' as the main argument for why not to do it. 

Alright, from one side, yes it's good to remind these people of that, so that they'd be aware of that fact. but that's fucking it. it is not the curcial point in making the person change their mind about it.

Lemme tell you what's really happening when people use this. all you're doing is making the person feel more horrible and guilty (like they don't have enough reason to feel like that apperantly). the fact that this person had made this choice doesn't mean that they're ignoring the impact that it's going to have on others, they're in too much pain, agony or whathefuckever to consider that(the people surrouding them) as a reason to stay. So really when people go on and on about 'just think about how much pain you'll put us in, don't you care about us at all?' that's just making the person more miserable and putting on more weight on their already existing problems

And that usually leads to the person being guilt tripped into living. not because they want to or have overcome their problems, but because they were practically bullied into it. they just felt so horrible about it all and made the decision to not bring these people any more worries (even tho that plan is doomed to backfire).

and that's not the way it should be. a person should want to live for himself and his own life and not for the sake of others. it is great when other people support or inspire them to do so, but in the end it's them alone who are left standing. 

i made this because i've just seen and heard this so much and it has made me very angry for about half a year and i couldn't hold it in any longer. people should convince those who are troubled why it's worth for them to stay and fight rather than dwell on the concequences. staying alive just for the sake of others can be barely called living.

[piercedlittlearia]

It's happening again || Prompt

Brilliant blue eyes followed the swirls of the steam leaving the coffee cup on the table. Huh, maybe she could get to painting something like that sometime. The girl twirled her finger round in the air above the cup, drawing imaginary eights and causing the steam to create more of the interesting swirly patterns she'd been so amused by. However, something caught her eye. It took her a couple of glances before she confirmed to herself that it actually was Mark who had just walked in. A smile lit up the girl's face as she picked up her coffee cup and moved over to say hi; however, something stopped her before she was able to get there.

She hadn't experienced the same feeling since before she'd moved. God, it was the whole reason she'd moved here in the first place. Those same brilliant blue eyes which had been full of amusement seconds ago were suddenly clouded with fear as they stared down at the floor in front of her feet. She tried to relax herself and take a breath, but the air was getting caught in her throat, as if something was harshly applying pressure to her neck. No. She wouldn't fucking let anybody see her like this. The sunglasses which had been replacing a headband were harshly tugged over Aria's eyes as she half ran and half stumbled to the bathrooms. 

More than thankful at the fact that there was nobody else inside, Aria moved herself into the room. She had honestly tried to place the coffee cup on the counter-top, however her shaking fingers and the overwhelming feelings taking over her entirety didn't allow her hand to move that fast, and the cup fell to the tiles. Moving away from the rapidly growing puddle of coffee on the floor, Aria spread her palms out flat onto the cold marble sink counter-top and hung her head in an attempt to settle her breathing. God, this wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Not even moving to a whole different place wasn't fucking good enough to stop these.

The girl couldn't help it; a choked, strangled sob escaped her lips and her knees sunk to the ground. The overwhelming feelings overpowered her every fiber, and no matter how much she tried to sort herself out, her breathing got more and more uneven and her hands shook violently. She was petrified, and so angry at herself for letting this happen at the same time. Her shaking fingers clenched into tiny fists until her knuckles paled, and she forced herself to sit against the door in order to keep anybody else outside. And she cried, and tried to reverse or stop what was happening, only to disappoint herself and end up crying even more. Moving hadn't stopped them. She didn't know what she was going to do. All she knew was that she couldn't let anybody find out.