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❛ Do you think I’m pretty? ❜

❛ I think you’re beautiful ❜

❛ You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. ❜

❛ Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies. ❜

❛ I wish… we could be together. ❜

❛ Then why did you lie to me? ❜

❛ I need to protect her at all cost ❜

❛ Did you see that dress? ❜

❛ Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance? ❜

❛ She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential ❜

❛ Wild and disrespecful?  ❜

❛ Who the hell are you anyway?  ❜

❛ You beat up your dad. ❜

❛ I’d chucked my book at out teacher and called her a fascist bastard. ❜

❛ I hadn’t known what those words meant, but I’d known how to hit a moving target. ❜

❛ If you’re going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. ❜

❛ If you weren’t so psychotic, you’d be fun to hang around. ❜

❛ The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever touch me again.  ❜

❛ You screw with me, I’ll screw you right back. ❜

❛ I’m really not good with impulse control. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in angels ❜

❛ I believe in what I can do for myself. ❜

❛ I didn’t like having reasonable arguments thrown at me. ❜

❛ Oh, so that’s why you’re up here. For a pity party. ❜

❛ This isn’t a joke. I’m serious. ❜

❛ You actually did okay. ❜

❛ I had a standing arrangement with God: I’d agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays. ❜

❛ How do you feel right now? ❜

❛ I hurt like hell. ❜

❛ You’ll feel worse tomorrow. ❜

❛ The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time. ❜

❛ I find more peace with you. ❜

❛ Love and loyalty runs deeper than blood. ❜

❛ Open your eyes. ❜

❛ Don’t go to sleep on me. Not yet. ❜

❛ Don’t worry, I won’t bite. At least not in the way you’re afraid of. ❜

❛ Were you really going to attack all of us? ❜

❛ What’s with all the running, anyway? ❜

❛ If you try to turn me against them one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I’ll have ripped your throat out! ❜

❛ Still breaking hearts? ❜

❛ I don’t think this stuff it working. ❜

moodboard : hufflepuff

“please look at me.”

“is s/he really just a friend?”

“i’m just disappointed.”

“you know i’m not like that.”

“don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want with you.”

“i know you still love me.”

“i can’t think straight with you.”

“why are you so stubborn?”

“don’t do this here.”

“trust me on this.”

“please don’t misunderstand me.”

“you… you never had a problem with it before.”

“i know i shouldn’t be here.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“you deserve more.”

“can you just kiss me? one last time? that’s all i ask.”

“i’m scared.”

“i swear i’ll do things different this time.”

“s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.”

“i want to believe you, i do.”

“not everyone is going to hurt you.”

“i’m… i’m trying. i really am.”

“i can’t sleep.”

“how long will this go on for?”

“can i hug you?”

“do you ever mean the things you say?”

“you won’t understand.”

“you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

handofhonor:

would you like to talk about it?

please tell me what’s bothering you.

hey, are you okay?

i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.

i’m your friend. of course i care.

there’s nothing bad about going to therapy.

would you like to try a different approach?

i – i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.

is this helping?

i’ll try not to ask a lot of questions.

i’m always here if you need me.

shh, it’s alright. shh. 

we’re safe now. you’re safe now.

it was just a nightmare.

sweetheart, you have to tell me these things.

you know i’d never judge you for that, right?

i’m worried about you.

is something going on? 

everything you say will just be between you and me.

what method do you prefer?

do you need help falling asleep?

anything i could do to help?

why are you like this?

i understand. 

sweetie, is there something you aren’t telling me? what’s wrong?

let’s get you cleaned up.

this is good. this is important. 

you’re healing, and healing takes time. 

we can do more tomorrow.

how about you get some sleep, hm?

bedtime.

it’s ok not to be ok.

tomorrow is another day.

hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay.

breath in for seven seconds, exhale for eleven …

do you need some space?

WITH BLOSSOMS IN HER HAIR

i forgot if i posted this already or not