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connormpreg:

pukakke:

bruised-and-abused:

aruby:

is this heaven or

heaven. yes.

can i have this

I believe this is called an asylum and you guys really don’t want to be there

The door closed. The room was bright, too bright as the light reflected off the white walls and pads.  It should have been comforting, pillowed heaven and sweet solitude, but the sounds of the other patients on the outside came through in muffled shouts or calls and the lights that shone so brightly now had the potential to be gone without permission or warning.

Small.  So small.  Was there enough air?  Could they hear you screaming on the outside if you needed them, or would the shouts be as muffled as their words coming in?  Could the locked door ever be forgotten?

It should have been comfortable, not painful… and yet the ringing, the haunting sounds from outside, the sudden darkness was all too much… And they expected you to be more sane on the way out…

(( O-Oh my, please forgive me, this popped into my head and I had to write it O_O Obviously I need to channel more into my books and less into random tumblr pictures -_- ))

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