#this is okay.

[cabkaii]

i js doodled this but lowkey he looks so cute

[moderndayportia]

Hello, I have gone outside 4 times in the last 84 days.

Work? Remote. Groceries? Delivery. Meds? Delivery. Social life? Nonexistent. Agoraphobia? Developing.

[twice-lit]

LUKE CRAIN    ––––    @generotten​ !

                                             it’s been so long. she’s been alone. all alone. she’s had no one but the voices in her head, whispering in her ear. the house. once bright and full of life, now dark and empty. too big. it’s too big for her. and yet the walls close in, and she suffocates. where is hugh ? where are her children ? she misses them, longs for them, she wants them home. come home                         she wanders never-ending halls and corridors, each turn like the next, each room like another. but where shadows and dust lie in wait, she sees a promise. she is safe here, in this house. it’s her children she frets for, out there in the world. her youngest especially. her twins. 

         a hand rises, fingertips brushing the wall she passes, bare feet on hard wood as she descends an extravagant staircase. it’s covered in vines. in shrubs and weeds and dirt, but olivia doesn’t see that. no, she sees her forever home. and her son. 

                    her heart lurches, her breath shudders as she stands on the landing above, staring down at him. her little boy.    luke.    her hand falls to her chest, poised above a heart that doesn’t beat as she stares at him unseeingly. he’s so small. so young. but he came back. like his sister. he came home. olivia smiles at him, bright and beautiful and enamoured with her little boy as she rushes down the stairs with a grace she didn’t know she possessed. she reaches out, palm cupping his cheek, hand hovering above his chest. she doesn’t notice that he’s taller than her, that the stubble on his cheek scratches at her skin or that it took no time at all to reach him. she appeared, like early morning fog, and she breathes his name with adoration in her green eyes.   ❛  i’ve missed you, my love.  ❜

[bell-askblog]

BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP

We’re here. Hop in, kid.

I hope you like snow, we’re headed straight to Alaska.

- @ask-woods + Mason

Hey.

Bell opens the door, freezes with hesitance, before climbing into the car.

...I like your car. And snow? Hm... I suppose I do like snow. I was Russian before this, so I suppose I should like snow. Haha. Maybe I'll remember something. Do you reckon that? Maybe not.

Well. Let's go then.

[hanjnah]

I get sad abt having innate difficulty connecting with ppl but I think most of the issue is really growing up+living in isolation. Like yes my brain or w/e is like that but never having the chance to learn to socialize really did not help

[solluxander]

my RA has been flaring up so looks like its crawling time after work

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

Home.