#inq;

Bee might come across as someone very cool and collected– a picture of normalcy and high-societal feminine composure. In reality, she suffers from a variety of mental weaknesses and ailments. But rather than go-in depth on every single anxiety or stress disorder she may have developed, there is only one that is in any way worth noting. 

She’s crippled by past actions and mistakes, even when most of them weren’t even her fault. She feels solely responsible for things that range from a single inconvenience to a life-changing traumatic experience. In turn, she feels the need to control every significant thing that happens to her, because things can’t possibly go wrong if she meticulously plans and prepares for every single contingency. As a result, she will internally break down if things don’t go as planned, or if something terrible happens because of her mistakes. This need for control is all-consuming and will eventually devour her.

36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?

This one’s a bit tricky, as Bee seems to be in total, irrefutable control of her emotions and feelings on the outside, but almost all of her actions are guided by some emotional pull and tug. Call her something derogatory and she’ll shrug like it has no meaning to her, but best be assured that she will make you pay later on for insulting her. The exception to this is in playful banter, of course, where she normally takes almost everything lightly and takes little offense to things most people would. She’s a very patient and light-hearted person, but one needs to be exceedingly careful to not cross any lines, or they might regret it. In short, she can control emotional responses, but otherwise, her emotions completely control her.

41. Do they get sick often?

(SMS: HEE) i only hope they’re not cheap ass sunglasses.

texts from last night.

(SMS: SUE) no shit, captain obvious. you’re a genius. 

texts from last night.

(SMS: TORI) the fuck did you do this time? 

meeting of the muses.

THE DIM LIGHTING of the bar, accompanied by the lofty smell on the beverages resting on the wood were his only company for the time being - and he would not have it any other way. The afternoon had been rather uneventful for Jesse, which was nice for a change, especially in the context of his fast-paced, stereo-blasting life. He leaned against the countertop, chin rested on his fist and his elbow rested on the mahogany. His free hand held his cellular, and he absentmindedly scrolled through social media to keep himself occupied.