have you ever considered therapy for your repressed anger issues? it would help.
they’re not repressed i’m expressing them a lot
“ Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you look gorgeous - as always, of course,” he says with a wink, throwing an arm round her shoulder and leading her inside for a moment. “ Let me just grab my wallet ‘n’ shit. ” he says, dodging the question for a moment. “ What did I do today? ” what did he do today? He did a bump, but aside from that, nothing particularly worth mentioning. “ Not much, to be honest, just watching some shit TV. Called my mum, the usual. ”
"How rude! I'll pretend you mentioned three of your favorite things, one of which is me," she said with a roll of her eyes. Nina loved Danny, and if she planned to eat her nerves away, he was the best person she could think of to join right now. "I haven't pulled out all my hair, and my eyes aren't bloodshot red, so I consider that a small victory." Never one to brag about her accomplishments, she preferred to let them speak for themselves. "I need nachos, guacamole, queso, and some birria, pronto!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "What did you do today?" {Continued from here...}
Danny has a RESTLESS MIND. Even as a child, it always seemed to be on the go, never allowing him a moment of peace. Tonight is no different. A couple of hours of restless sleep and he gives up, making his way to Carver hall for a late night snack, perhaps even a drink. He doesn’t expect anyone else to be there, and so his brows raise in surprise at Junho. “ something like that. ” he mumbles, running a hand through unkept locks. “ you ? ”
open starter!! location: carver hall
It wasn't uncommon for Junho to be the last student at carver hall. At night, he preferred to study away from the dorms so that he wouldn't be tempted to go to sleep or disrupt the others. Upon hearing some footsteps, the man glanced up from his laptop to the approaching figure. "Trouble sleeping?"
““You’ve already lost more than anyone ever should. But you’re not gonna lose me. You’re not.””
— William Tate (via mrobbiewrites)
“Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.”
— Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun
“ When there’s no one left to fight , boys like him don’t shine so bright. ” Muses tortured by charlotte
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