if your mental health is ruining your education and you know it clap your hands
if your education is ruining your mental health and you know it clap your hands
If your education’s sketchy, and your life is kind of shitty
If the current state of things is a little fucked up, clap your hands.
Do u ever wanna punch urself in the face for procrastinating and ruining ur life
Beauty and the Beast (1991)
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone u n d e r s t a n d.
World’s Most Beautiful Abandoned Places
Italian product manager and web designer Francesco Mugnai recently added a collection of images to his blog touting some of the most beautiful images of abandoned spots and modern ruins that he’d ever seen. The images Mugnai has captured come from empty castles, shuttered power plants, and dilapidated churches around the world. From a sunken yacht in Antarctica to a forever-closed amusement park in Japan, these images all make up a sort of anti-phoenix; rather than rising as new from the ashes, these husks remain preserved in decomposition, forcing viewers to confront the strange beauty of ruination.
Source: Fast Co-Design
Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.
"You’re awake," Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. "You’re okay. You’re awake."
It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.
"This was a bad idea," Derek sighs into his hair. "I’m not helping."
"You are," Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. "Please, just— Don’t leave."
His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.
"I’m not going anywhere," he murmurs.