Halloween Covers of "The New Yorker" magazine from 1945-2019

LEE PACE & TERRENCE MANN as EMPEROR CLEON XII in FOUNDATION S1

@sigynbandraoi-blog​ La neta, ya sabemos que Lee está como quiere pero no me quejo del ruquito eh?

Parece papá o hermano mayor de Jeffrey Dean Morgan and I am here for it.

¿Sabes que? Cuando lo ví, me encantó el porte que tiene y si le da aún aire a Jeffrey Dean Morgan que también está bien suculento. Y me encanta por qué en la serie tanto él como Lee son unos cabrones. Sugar daddy vives???🤔 Yes please!!!😆😆😆

Lee Pace as Michael & Amy Adams as Delysia MISS PETTIGREW LIVES FOR A DAY (2008) DIR. BHARAT NALLURI.

@sigynbandraoi-blog​ Ando biennnn enojada. 

Ayer vi esta película y esta escena me mató.

Me recomendaste Foundation y la estoy viendo, voy en el capítulo 3 (y eso que soy re mala para ver Sci-Fi o Fantasy).

LEE PACE ME ESTÁ MATANDO.

ESTOY CAYENDO.

ESTOY CAYENDO Y YO NO QUERÍA. YO ERA MUY FELIZ CON QUE SOLO ME GUSTARA EN BREAKING DAWN Y AHORA ESTOY EN ESTE NUEVO HOYO POR TU CULPA  😠😠😠

*se babea*

Me hiciste la tarde!!! 😂😂😂. Yo también amo Miss Pettygrew es una de mis películas favoritas de Lee. Cuando ví la serie de Foundation me acordé de ti, por qué es justo el tipo de personaje que he visto en tus historias. La verdad es que el hombre está DIVINO!!!😻😻😻 Brother Day me trae loca!!! I mean c'mon.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Y si, soy culpable.😈😈😈😈

Aparte de Lee, me encantó la peli. No sé por qué nunca había escuchado de ella. 

noooo ya me quedé viendo ese gif por mucho tiempo.

Ya valí. T___T  Pero pues…

Bienvenida!!!!! 😉💕💕💕💕

Un abrazote!!!! 🤩🤗🌹🌹🌹

Lee Pace as Michael & Amy Adams as Delysia MISS PETTIGREW LIVES FOR A DAY (2008) DIR. BHARAT NALLURI.

@sigynbandraoi-blog​ Ando biennnn enojada. 

Ayer vi esta película y esta escena me mató.

Me recomendaste Foundation y la estoy viendo, voy en el capítulo 3 (y eso que soy re mala para ver Sci-Fi o Fantasy).

LEE PACE ME ESTÁ MATANDO.

ESTOY CAYENDO.

ESTOY CAYENDO Y YO NO QUERÍA. YO ERA MUY FELIZ CON QUE SOLO ME GUSTARA EN BREAKING DAWN Y AHORA ESTOY EN ESTE NUEVO HOYO POR TU CULPA  😠😠😠

*se babea*

Me hiciste la tarde!!! 😂😂😂. Yo también amo Miss Pettygrew es una de mis películas favoritas de Lee. Cuando ví la serie de Foundation me acordé de ti, por qué es justo el tipo de personaje que he visto en tus historias. La verdad es que el hombre está DIVINO!!!😻😻😻 Brother Day me trae loca!!! I mean c'mon.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Y si, soy culpable.😈😈😈😈

Yesssss!!! Me late lo de Tom o con quien tu consideres mejor please, please, please. Te mando un abrazote, lots of of love to you too girl!!!

une toute petite bédé (où il ne se passe absolument rien mais c’est juste pour dire que l’automne est la plus belle saison de l’année, surtout en forêt)

Heart of Stone, ch 5

Heart of Stone, Chapter 5: The Battle

Summary: A bloodthirsty lord has imprisoned you on his desolate island, but there may still be hope for you. One summer evening, the most dashing corsair of the Seven Seas of Arda, Captain Thorin of The Willing Heart, makes his appearance. How is this night going to end? You tell me. An interactive story where you get to make the decisions. Let’s have some fun! :)

You can read it on AO3 here.

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x You

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

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You run up to the main deck as fast as you can. It’s swarming with sailors busying themselves, clearly preparing for a battle, but you quickly spot their captain among them. Apparently, he doesn’t shy away from a seaman’s work. And then he notices you. His dark mane of hair is tied in a ponytail down his powerful back and as he turns to face you… Oh, my! His mostly bare, impressively broad chest is heaving. You can’t help but admire the sheen on his evenly tanned skin, the firmness of his pectoral muscles dusted with dark hair, the rippling tautness of his abdomen partially covered by a wide leather belt of his trousers. Dark blue tattoos adorn his masterfully sculpted body, attesting to his life on the high seas. The dressing that covers his right shoulder and runs across his chest doesn’t do much to cover his body from your widened eyes. On the contrary, it somehow amplifies the impression of raw male power. This is the body of a warrior, one who knows battle very well. Oh, my, indeed.

“My lady, it is not safe here. You need to return below deck, Lord Smaug’s ships are almost upon us,” he says in a low voice. “Midshipman Baggins?”

“Captain?” the nimble hobbit appears beside you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“We need to flee as fast as we can, captain!” you interrupt before Thorin speaks.

“The Willing Heart does not flee from battle, my lady,” he growls. His countenance darkens as he rests his stormy eyes upon you.

“We might not stand a chance against Smaug’s forces!” you oppose him.

“Only two ships are after us. I have fought with worse odds,” the corsair captain glares at you.

“Three,” you correct him, feeling Midshipman Baggins’ puzzled gaze travelling between you and his captain.

“I beg your pardon?” the corsair frowns, his lips form a thin line in the thicket of his dark beard.

“Three ships are pursuing us,” you say, but he doesn’t seem to understand you. It doesn’t surprise you. No one would unless they knew what to search for, and where. “May I borrow a spyglass?”

[Artist: Blake Rottinger]

A sharp order falls from the captain’s lips and you are soon offered Bosun Gloin’s brass spyglass. This is when you notice that the bosun has an impressive metal hook instead of his left hand. You blush in embarrassment when he notices your gaze.

“A shark, m’lady,” Bosun Gloin smiles broadly, clearly used to this kind of attention. “He found me inedible,” he winks.

“But we found him very much edible!” Mr. Nori shouts from behind him.

“Aye, our cook, Mr. Bombur, makes a mean shark stew!” Bosun Gloin confirms and you can’t help but giggle.

Your good humour disappears quickly after approaching the ship’s starboard. You quickly locate the unsettling shape in the sky. You pass the instrument to Captain Thorin, pointing him in the right direction and trying to summon all your willpower at the same time in order to ignore the impossible heat of his not-quite-fully-clad body (oh, my!) as he stands very, very close beside you.

“What is it that I am looking at?” he asks. His arm brushes against yours. A shiver ripples over your skin. You take a deep breath and somehow convince your knees not to melt under you. 

“Do you see something that looks like a dark cloud among the white ones?” you clumsily try to describe the yet unseen threat.

“I do,” Thorin replies in his deep voice, turning his face towards you, piercing you with his sapphire eyes.

“Smaug’s airship is hiding among these clouds!” you say with conviction.

“His… what?” the captain looks at you as if you have just lost your mind. 

“He has a ship that travels in the sky. It has directional sails, but it is propelled by an engine. The dark cloud we’re seeing is made of fumes that this contraption gives out!” you speak again, hoping that he will believe you.

“An airship. With an engine,” he repeats after you, raising his eyebrow.

“Think furnace with wings!” you exclaim in desperation.

Thorin’s expression is unreadable.

“A… a what now?” Midshipman Baggins’ voice wavers as he holds on to the ship’s railing, his face turning paler and paler by the moment.

“Come now, laddie,” Bosun Gloin gives him a hearty slap on his back, making the hobbit wobble. “Whatever it is, at least it doesn’t have tentacles!” the copper-haired bosun and several sailors burst out in laughter at some private joke. You might be imagining this, but the poor hobbit’s countenance turns somewhat green.

“Are you sure about this, my lady?” the corsair captain’s turbulent gaze rests on you, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, as if you were the center of his world at that very moment. It is a peculiar feeling, but one that you deem quite flattering.

“I told you that I would reveal Smaug’s secrets to you as a part of our agreement, did I not?” you ask.

“Indeed, you did. Pray, continue, my lady.”

“This airship is one of them. I never knew it could travel that far from his fortress, but apparently, it can,” you admit. Lord Smaug has made an error. In his cruelty, he was vain enough to make a spectacular demonstration. You and your close ones paid a high price for the knowledge of the airship’s abilities.

“What more do you know of it?” Thorin’s voice is even deeper than before. 

“It has tremendous firepower and carries some kind of incendiary projectiles on board, among other things. No sailing ship can resist its attack! I saw it with my own eyes,” you shiver at the painful memory that still haunts your dreams. A few gasps and whispers from the sailors who gathered around you reach your ears.

The captain nods and quickly turns towards the deck. “Mr. Dwalin, give me full speed ahead! Let us reach the rendezvous point as soon as possible.”

“Aye aye, sir!” the warrior shouts from the other side of the main deck and starts ordering the crew. “Full speed ahead!”

“Full speed ahead!” several voices repeat the order and sailors return to their work.

Captain Thorin gives you a small nod and reaches for a shirt that lies on a barrel nearby along with other pieces of his clothing. 

Lord Smaug’s warships are steadily following The Willing Heart, you can already see their red sails. You observe the sky for a few moments, but then you hear an echo of a thundering rumble from afar and cast a terrified gaze at the corsair. He stops buttoning up his doublet and curses under his breath. You realize it is too late.

“Mr. Dwalin, belay that order, bring her about! I want her battle-ready in no time!” Thorin shouts.

“Aye aye, sir! Those bastards will not know what hit ‘em!” responds his officer with a fierce smile.

Cannonballs from the enemy warships wheeze through the air only to drown in the water with a series of loud, hissing splashes. None of them reaches the hull of The Willing Heart. You sigh in relief.

“Good,” a satisfied smirk appears on Captain Thorin’s lips. “We are not within their firing range yet. Alas, luck is not on their side today. Our firing range is greater,” he flashes his white teeth at you and there is a predatory glint in his eyes. “Mr. Bifur, fire at will. Two volleys!”

A Dwarf with a ruffled salt-and-pepper tangle of hair, a magnificent beard, and a pear-shaped nose produces a series of sounds from his whistle and disappears below the deck after receiving a short nod from his captain. 

“He doesn’t speak,” Thorin explains. “An old injury. But he is the best Master Gunner I have ever had under my command,” you can hear the pride ringing in his voice. 

The hurling noise from the gun deck reaches your ears for the second time today, followed by a series of whistles and orders shouted from several throats.

“My lady, now it is the high time for you to return–” the captain starts only to be interrupted by the cannon fire from the starboard. You cover your ears and close your eyes as the powder smoke fills the air. 

At that very moment, you hear the roar of an engine above and the hell breaks loose. Fire rains from the sky, something explodes nearby, there are howls of pain, the deck is shaking, something falls next to you with a loud thud but you can’t see a thing in the thick, black smoke that suddenly gathers around you. You can barely see the wooden planks under your bare feet. You cough and glance up. Smaug’s cursed contraption hovers above The Willing Heart. Among the clouds of smoke, you can see its long hull, the red sails on its sides that remind you of wings of a monster and the angry red fire that burns in its bowels. The airship’s figurehead is a roaring dragon. This is The Air Serpent, Lord Smaug’s newest deadly toy.

[Artist: Su Jian]

You realize that Captain Thorin’s frigate will be defenseless against an aerial attack. It will drown just like… A flood of vivid images fills your mind, full of fire and destruction. Full of death. You freeze in terror. A round of cannon fire interrupts your thoughts. Mr. Bifur doesn’t like to waste time, it seems. You hear another series of cannon shots, this time from the enemy ships. Something whizzes past your head. A familiar, strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you down towards the deck.

“Stay here, my lady,” you hear Thorin’s hoarse whisper in your ear, his hot breath against your skin, and then he’s gone. You look out from behind a large barrel, but can barely see anything through the thick curtain of smoke. 

“Captain Thorin!” an unnaturally loud, booming voice fills the air. You recognize it at once. Oh, no. Not him. “Return both my jewel and my betrothed to me and I will let you and your crew free!” Lord Smaug demands from above. His tone makes you shiver with terror. Hiding behind the barrel, you carefully raise your head once again, but can only see the glowing eyes of the dragon figurehead, dark smoke coming from its nostrils.

“Never!” the corsair roars defiantly into the air, his hair rippling in the wind. He aims his sword at the airship above in a challenging stance. “The stone belongs to me by birthright, you thief!”

“Then your grandfather should have protected it better, along with his kingdom,” Lord Smaug responds with a burst of unpleasant laughter, his voice magnified by some other contraption of his. “Give me back what is mine and I promise you a merciful death.”

“There is nothing on this ship that belongs to you!” you stand up and shout at the fuming dragon above you, its toothy maw frozen in a predatory grimace. “I’d rather die than return to your lair, you filth!”

A moment of silence.

“As you wish, Silver Sorceress,” Smaug hisses from above. His voice makes your skin crawl as he speaks your name. “Such talent will be wasted, buried at the bottom of the sea. What a shame. But so be it.”

Your eyes meet Thorin’s impenetrable gaze for an instant and then the fire starts raining from the sky with doubled intensity. 

“Fire charges!” the captain of The Willing Heart shouts a warning and his crew moves to action. Some of the charges disappear among the waves, but there are more, igniting the sails, falling on the deck, with fire trailing behind them. One of them passes you by, but you duck behind your barrel at the last possible moment. When you look out again, the captain has already disappeared somewhere among the sailors.

“Put out the fires, lads!” Bosun Gloin shouts, grabbing one of the charges with his gloved hands and throwing it overboard. You see that one of the sails is on fire now and there is a smell of smoldering wood in the air. The starboard cannons roar, there is even more smoke, more shouts, and yells.

“We hit’em good, sir!” someone reports and several sailors give out triumphant shouts. You cast a quick look above the starboard. One of Lord Smaug’s warships is damaged, its main mast broken, its red sails shattered. A moment later another cloud of smoke obscures your view.

“The bastard’s approaching on the leeward side!” you hear a shout and you hear cannon fire over the port side. It is coming from far away. These cannons don’t belong to The Willing Heart. 

“Brace for impact!” Captain Thorin shouts. You hide behind your barrel, covering your head. The ship’s hull shudders. The sound of breaking wood is more terrifying than you thought. There are yelps of pain. And fire. Something falls behind you, most probably on the aft deck. Someone cries for help.

Several loud thuds reverberate through the deck’s wooden planks. And you hear heavy thumping. And then metal clanks against metal. Blade against a blade.

[Artist: Philipp Scherer]

“Enemy aboard! To arms!” you hear Captain Thorin’s shout and only then you notice several ropes dangling in the air. Several large silhouettes slide down along them to the frigate’s deck ahead of you among the thickening smoke, joining their companions, but the brave crew of The Willing Heart attacks them fiercely. Among them, you see the young brothers, Fili and Kili, work side by side to get rid of the enemies as soon as possible, their weapons swiftly moving through the air. You scan the area, wondering where Thorin disappeared, but you can’t see him anywhere.

Instead, you notice Master Dwalin fighting three Orcs at once, his twin axes cutting mercilessly through the air and flesh alike. He stands back to back with another Dwarf with a two-pronged white beard. His companion wears a burgundy tunic and fights with a flat-bladed mace. Even though he is noticeably older than Mr. Dwalin, he moves like an experienced warrior in his prime. The way their attacks complement each other tells you that this is most definitely not their first fight together.

“Now!” someone shouts from above and you recognize his voice at once. You yank your head up and see Captain Thorin balancing on the highest spar of the main mast together with two sailors, all of them cutting the ropes hanging from Lord Smaug’s ship. You squint your eyes and recognize the young red-haired seaman called Ori who gives out a shout of triumph after a rope together with a nasty Sea Orc falls on the deck below. You don’t recognize the other sailor. He wears a funny floppy-eared hat and pierces through an Orc with his cutlass, making the foul creature fall into the sea with a scream. 

And then you see Thorin grabbing one of the ropes, flying through the air and descending quickly towards the deck. It’s swarming with Orcs by now, but he lands on top of two of the enemies, overturning them in the process. While his loyal crew finishes them, the corsair captain unsheathes his legendary sword and starts his dance with Smaug’s minions, lunging, turning, dodging, delivering a decisive blow of his blade and then rushing towards the next enemy, and then the next, defeating the Sea Orcs one by one in a series of well-trained movements. You admire the efficiency of his attacks and the grace he moves with, reminding you of an underwater predator, when something grabs you by your neck and lifts you into the air.

“Ssssilver Ssssorceresss,” a repulsive Sea Orc stares at you with his one large eye. A dirty eye patch covers his other eye socket. His greenish face is contorted in an ugly smile and there is a spiked club in his left, meaty paw.

“Put me down at once,” you demand, trying to wiggle out of his painful grasp. 

“Massster wantsss you home,” he shakes his head and spits, demonstrating as many as three teeth in his mouth, all of them rotten. His pointy ears are pierced in a few places by animal bones and he gives out a smell of decaying seaweed and rotting fish.

“I’m not going anywhere!” you protest.

You don’t know what exactly the future holds for you, but there is one thing you are certain of. You are definitely not returning to Lord Smaug’s fortress. He’s not going to lay his filthy clutches on you. You take a swing with your leg and kick the Orc with all your strength, hitting his knee. He howls in pain, releases his grasp on you, and stumbles. Ah, well. You aimed at a much more vulnerable part of his disgusting body, but you’re not that picky. You’re free now, after all. And you don’t have a moment to lose. A quick look around is all you need. There it is! A boat hook lies nearby, its tip as sharp as Bosun Gloin’s hook. You lunge towards this weapon and grab its long shaft.

The green-skinned Sea Orc straightens up and growls at you, clearly dissatisfied. He raises his club and swings at you, but you’re faster than him. You dodge his attack and retreat, putting some space between you. The Orc starts running towards you but this time you face him and throw the boat hook at him as if you were throwing a fishing spear back home. Your weapon hits the Orc straight in his chest and he falls on the deck with his arms thrown to the sides.

“What a throw! Have I really seen what I think I’ve seen, brother? A warrior of a lady?” you hear Mr. Dwalin’s astonished voice behind you. You turn towards him and see his battle companion standing next to him as well.

“Ah, for Mahal’s sake, do I look like a helpless dandelion to you, Mr. Dwalin?” you retort and you are rewarded with a chuckle coming from his companion.

“Not any more, m’lady” Dwalin admits sheepishly.

“And here we were, running to your rescue, my lady Silver Sorceress,” the older Dwarf makes a deep bow. “Sailing Master Balin, the First Officer of this fine ship, at your service!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Master Balin,” you bow in turn.

And then an explosion rips apart everything around you. You fall to the ground. A wave of acrid smoke hits you, stinging your eyes and painfully scorching your throat. Your ears are ringing. You try to get up but you are too dizzy. You fall back on the wooden planks of the deck, splinters prickling your skin. You close your eyes.

You are lifted from the deck. Warmth surrounds you. Like a cocoon. It’s pleasant. He is so close to you now. You cling to his firm, familiar chest, breathing in the smell of juniper. This is how safety smells like.

“Kili, Midshipman Baggins, take her to my cabin and guard her with your life!” you hear Captain Thorin’s voice through the ringing in your ears. You can feel the comforting rumbling in his chest against your skin as he speaks. 

“Right away, Uncle!” someone says. Uncle? Who was that? Perhaps you heard wrong. Your hearing still suffers after the explosion. A pair of unknown arms supports you. You want to protest, but the reassuring warmth of Thorin’s body is already gone. There is darkness instead.

When you open your eyes again, you are on the bed in the captain’s quarters. Your body is shaking, you try to calm yourself down and fail. The hobbit ceaselessly paces through the cabin, back and forth, while the battle rages above you, deafening cannon shots are fired one by one, you hear yells and other terrifying noises coming from above, and the faint stench of smoke reaches you, and feel nauseated, and you bring your hand to your cheek, and there is blood on your fingers, and then the ship tilts on its starboard side, and you roll towards the edge of the bed. Something falls from the captain’s writing desk with a clank.

“Not good. Not good at all,” Midshipman Baggins jumps up, finding his balance, his button nose twitches, and you think it’s rather cute, and the whole hull seems to shake, and you hear more shouts and screams and cries and more thuds, and even more cannons are fired, and there is a moment of deadly silence. 

“Back in a jiffy,” the hobbit says, his face unnaturally pale, and he disappears. You are alone.

You look around the cabin. It looks like a mess, a chair on the floor, maps scattered everywhere, but there is no one else here. Wasn’t the warrior, Kili, with you as well? You haven’t seen him at all. He is gone too. Everyone is gone. You are alone.

Time passes, you try counting your terrified heartbeats but you can’t focus, the cannons are thundering again, more, much more of them, and the ship seems to tilt a bit more, and you look at your shaking hands, your broken nails, and there is blood and dirt underneath them, and you recall that Thorin is wounded, and you know what Smaug does to his defeated enemies, and the necklace is so cold against your skin. And you are still alone.

All of a sudden, the hobbit returns, his cheeks are pink, his eyes sparkle. Ori the sailor follows him, still holding his cutlass and whooping with joy.

“We are saved, my lady, do you hear me? We are saved!” the hobbit chants, making a small dance of victory in front of you together with the copper-haired sailor.

“What do you mean…?” your voice is raspy. Your throat hurts. Your eyes are wet. Your lips taste like salt. 

“The Mistress of the Night and Kraken’s Fury are here, m’lady!” Ori exclaims.

Midshipman Baggins notices your blank stare and says, “These are the frigates under the command of Captain Dis and Captain Frerin!”

“Captain Dis… Lady Dis?” you ask. Your voice trembles slightly. 

He nods. 

“Yes, Lady Dis! Captain Thorin’s sister, my lady. And Captain Frerin, his brother, is here too. 

“With their help, our Captain gave Smaug a taste of Dwarfish iron right up his jacksie!” adds Ori with a grin. They both laugh. More words spill out of their mouth, wide grins on their faces, but you don’t listen to any of them any longer. Thorin is alive. Smaug is gone. You take a deep breath. The fluttering in your chest intensifies. 

His sister, the hobbit said. His sister.

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

A big thank you goes to @missiemoosie​ for helping me out with the ship’s name “Mistress of the Night”! Check out her art and fics when you have a spare moment :)

And a special thanks to @shrimpsthings​ for creating more wonderfult fanart for my ff! Do you want to see how the badass Silver Sorceress looks like in this chapter? HERE SHE IS!

Taglist: @tschrist1 @xmly-xo @shrimpsthings​

If you liked the story, don’t forget to like & reblog it so I know you’d like me to write more! Thanks! <3 

And don’t forget to tell me what you’d like to happen next :)

Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.

If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.

Dear person reading this, 

      You deserve a life full of happiness and positivity. So don’t let others get to you and believe in yourself.

I’ve always liked Tom Hiddleston but this just made me fall in love with him

I’m not gonna lie, my eyes got a little blurry.

His parents should write a book about parenting, cuz I wanna know whether they hired a sorcerer to make sure their child comes out right.

FOREVER REBLOG

I think this should be added - he is a gentleman in the truest sense of the word:

(source)

Most definitely! I would have fell down those stairs in those heels!!

THIS MAN IS TOO GOOD TO BE REAL

I usually don’t reblog anything, but this has to be spread. This man is the definition of a gentleman and I will never not love and appreciate him for all he’s done and is. 💕

I’ll never scroll past this. THIS post is the one that made me fall in love with Tom HARD. I remember reblogging it the first time  with ‘ I think I fell in love ‘ and i damn right did. Everyone should look up to this real life prince.

he is too precious for this world!

If you see this

You were visited by the magic kitten of rest. Reblog to have a good night’s sleep.

I decided to create a masterpost that would help you with what you are struggling with. Hopefully any of the links below will help you! Reminder; You’re going to be okay. What you are going through will pass, just remember to breathe. 

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Distractions;

Here are some distractions to help keep your mind occupied so you aren’t too focused on your thoughts. 

Sleep issues; 

 Uncomfortable with silence; 

Anxiety; 

Sad, angry and depressed/depression; 

Isolation and loneliness; 

 Self-harm;

Addiction; 

 Eating disorders; 

 Dealing with self-hatred;  

 Suicidal; 

 Schizophrenia;

OCD;

Borderline personality disorder; 

Abuse; 

 Bullying;

 Loss and grief; 

(Other loss and grief)

 Getting help; 

Things you need to remember; 

Please remember to look after yourself and know that you are more than worth it and you deserve to be happy. Keep smiling butterflies x

thanks bud

You all need this