In the top left, we see Aria sipping her drink, poking at it and taking little sips like she is “tasting” it. Then Adam comes up. Here we all freak out because of the way she writes the second A in her name. Yup, great, and it may very well be a clue, but I think it is there to distract us from what is really going on, the fact that she is waiting to be drugged.
The next picture, she pushes the drink to the edge of the table and looks away as the good old QOH comes up and slips her the drugs. In the last picture, she turns, sticks her fingers in her drink again and the camera cuts away from her. Why would you stick your fingers in your drink unless you were testing to see if something had been added to it? The whole thing is suspicious.
This opens us up to two new questions:
What is her motive for doing this? and Who is the person that drugs her? Motive can be an easy one. If she was worried ppl were getting suspicious of her, this is the perfect alibi.
As for who, if we are assuming that Aria is in on her drugging, then we have to ask ourselves who does she trust enough to drug her? I would say Ezra or Byron. We know something went horribly wrong between her being drugged and her becoming Garrett’s crate buddy, so either her accomplice double-crossed her or she was supposed to just be trapped in the box alone and safe and then after a while her accomplice could “save her” giving her a perfect alibi, until someone decided to stick Garrett in there with her and give them the shove.
But I am me, and you are you. We’re Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you’ve ever done, the darkest thought you ever had, I will stand by you through anything. Because I love you.
(Fonte: ccaptain-oats, via beautiful-unfolding)
“My mum always said, things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.”
(Fonte: towerandbishop, via gryffinwhore)
“All I Can Say”
David Crowder Band“So, what brings you here today?” my new therapist asked me.
“Well, I’ve had depression for about five years, and I guess I just haven’t been feeling that great recently.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know. Tired, less motivated, I guess …”
I was just giving lines from a textbook, a typical symptom list for depression. That’s not to say I was lying—those were all things I was feeling. But I didn’t know how to articulate just how lost and broken I also felt.
Lord, I’m tired, so tired from walking. And Lord, I’m so alone. And Lord, the dark is creeping in, creeping up, to swallow me.
This wasn’t my first time at a therapy session, although it had been over a year since I had been to one. I had figured I was getting better and I didn’t “need” it anymore. But after encouragement from some people who cared about me, I agreed to go back.
I felt dumb because this therapy thing should’ve been way easier than it was. I’d done it before—but I had nothing to say. All I knew was I was hurting. That was the only way my brain could make sense of it.
And this is all that I can say right now. I know it’s not much, but this is all that I can give. Yeah, that’s my everything.
I couldn’t give much more of myself that session; sometimes we just don’t have the words we want.
Like when I couldn’t explain to a set of parents why they’d lost their son to suicide. When I didn’t have the words that could take away the pain of a friend who was self-injuring. When I couldn’t assure another friend he would never see the inside of a psychiatric hospital again. I don’t have that kind of knowledge.
But I told them I loved them, I was there for them, and I wanted to help in any way I could. It always felt like that wasn’t enough, but it was all I had at the time.
And now that I look back, maybe that was OK.
This is all that I can say right now. Oh, I know it’s not much. But this is all I can give, yeah, that’s my everything.
As a writer, I’ve seen how incredibly powerful words can be. They can hurt as well as heal. But sometimes the words we want won’t come—the words that make everything better and put our lives back to normal. Maybe those don’t always exist.
Sometimes, all you can say is:I’m hurting.
I need help.
I just don’t know.
And sometimes, all you need to hear is:I love you.
I’m here for you.
How can I help you?
Not every question needs a novel-length response; not every question can even be answered. Sometimes, the phrases above are all you have—and being present is worth more than words can say.
– Emily, Spring 2013 intern
gif meme: hermione granger + up close and personal (asked by thedailywatsons)
(Fonte: doctorwhos, via wolfprentiss)
