#tormentbled

a  thud  is  heard  as  her  body  collides  with  the  mat  on  the  ring’s  ground.  echo’s  leg  pressing  her  middle  while  holding  her  arm,  slightly  twisted  not  enough  to  hurt,  just  enough  to  keep  her  in  place.    raven  stays  in  the  same  spot  for  a  few  moments,  unwilling  to  admit  defeat  but  eventually  tapping  echo’s  shin.    ‘   one  day  i’ll  win.  ’    breathless  but  smiling  and  look  towards  echo,  now  sitting  next  to  her. 

❝     that’s  the  one  thing  we  don’t  have !     ❞     voice  carries  out  in  the  tiny  college  dorm.     caroline  is  acutely  aware  of  just  how  whiny  she  sounds,  but,  truthfully,  she  doesn’t  care.     this  very  well  could  be  her  mother’s  last  christmas  and  they  were  stuck  waiting  for  stefan  to  find  an  extension  cord  they  can  use  for  the  christmas  light.     tears  pool  in  baby  blue  eyes  and  bottom  lip  quiver  slightly  as  she  glances  back  at  her  mother.     ❝     i  just  need  everything  to  be  perfect,  mom.     ❞

Mis sentimientos están a flor de piel, mis lagrimas fluyen cual rio despues de una larga tormenta, en este mundo de metaforas insensatas, soy yo aquella tormenta, truenos y relámpagos, son sinonimos de mi dolor, solo busco la calma... ¿Acaso esta tormenta parara?

frantic footsteps pace across the flooring of the office. with the rest out on a lunch break, she finds herself in a unique predicament. a recent heartbreak from the slew of suitors, addison has been feeling hopeless. all the feelings burgeoning within herself until it blooms -- explodes. 

“ m-maybe i should stop dating and just die alone! i-it’s as if all the good people out there are all taken or secretly trash,” she huffs before a dramatic pause. “ ...i think i’m going to die alone. ”

@tormentbled​ asked:   a phone call would've been nice.  meme.

          she winces at his tone of voice, refusing eye contact while brushing by him on the way to the kitchen. clarke knows that she should've let monty know that she was okay, that she hadn't been kidnapped or in an accident or god knows what else. it would've been the polite thing to do, informing her roommate that she was fine. really, she knows that. but.. when clarke had gotten into her jeep after her latest session with her therapist, she'd just started to drive and hadn't stopped.

          that was three days ago.

          "i'm sorry."   it's all she can offer, really. all she knows to say. lips press together as she grabs a bottle of water and lingers at the fridge, staring blankly into it. how did she explain to him that she hadn't called because she forgot how to function for three days? how did she tell him that she didn't remember driving for three days straight, didn't remember any part of the journey except the one conscious decision to come home? how did she tell him anything without worrying him even more than he was already?

@tormentbled​ asked:   shh, it's okay. it was just a dream.  meme.

          except it wasn't just a dream. no, it had been clarke's reality at one point. it had been a living, waking nightmare that she had been forced to participate in. but how was she supposed to say that? how was she supposed to throw those words in lexa's face when it had been her who had been kidnapped? when it had been her who never made it home? when it had been her clarke had looked, and looked, and looked for? she couldn't, there was no way. so instead she swallows the words, the fear, the panic. she swallows it all downs and offers a trembling half smile, nodding her head just slightly as she tries to remember the breathing techniques her therapist had taught her.

@tormentbled​ asked:   falling is the easy part.  meme.