Tᴏɴʏ Sᴛᴀʀᴋ.

— "Oᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ." Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ. Mᴀʀᴠᴇʟ. Sᴄᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɪɴs/SLs. Sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. — #RT.

"I need a handle of whiskey. Pronto. Let's go, chop, chop."

|| Replies coming tonight! Been busy.

❝Having a hard time choosing.❞

» And he suffered. In solitude. ⚏ ▚ Mental illness is no joke.

» the almighty man without the suit, collapsed to his knees to further suffer through his onslaught of panic. —»

» head, and forward again. It felt as if massive hands were crushing his windpipe, and puncturing his lungs. Unable to calm, —»

» Fear for the wellbeing of his life. An airy sensation came to his head — Lightheadedness. Dark eyes lulled to the back of his —»

» genius doubled over, fingers raking at his chest to claw at the searing flesh. His muscular stature trembled with excessive fear; —»

» Perspiration proceeds to bead at his hairline, body damp with sweat. Laboratory tool in hand clattered to the floor, and the —»

» amount of oxygen, his heart thunders against the cage of his chest with petrification, an overwhelming sensation of doom consuming. —»

» Chest tight, pain roping the entirety of his torso, his lungs are constricted with a n x i e t y. Unable to intake the proper —»

» All you're left with is you, yourself, and every dark place. And your mind is not your own. —»

» question your value, your worth, your pride, and even yourself overall. And you think — Over think. All fucking night. —»

» physically impossible to be one hundred percent happy. You want someone to vent to, but no one seems to understand. It's when you —»