I hate it when you really need to talk to a friend about something important because you feel like your world is crashing down on you but they act like you don’t exist until their problems occur.
I’m here for you Rue
She passed the time by counting the seconds until she could turn her head and look at him again. They had, or at least it seemed to her, made eye contact at least twice, each time she looking away quickly even though she had been caught staring. But her infatuation was not romantic. He simply seemed different that everyone else. Different like a yellow rose. not all that out of the ordinary but still eye catching regardless of its state.
His hair was a golden, yet at the same time, a dust brown. It looked nice if nothing else groomed. His appearance was not sloppy as his style would seem to allow. It was the right type of messy, if you could even call it that.
The girl assumed that he was a skater, but, oh, she could be wrong. Maybe he was a musician, or an artsy kind of guy. She wouldn’t know, they have never exchanged words. Not even a nod of acknowledgement. But they were aware of the others existence. Again not in an intense way, but they way in which you would notice a classmate, or a man on a train. They knew each other about as well as a blind man knew the sky.
Enough time has passed and she is passing glimpse at him, even if it is an obstructed view. She cursed herself for not sitting next to him when she had the chance.
In her head she makes scenarios of their first conversation. In them she want to believe that he finds her interesting, but at the same time she knows not what to say, not even in her thoughts. So she is just left, in her head, doing what she does in real life, starring. The stair at each others eyes, and they seem to know what the other is thinking, “This is awkward.” However neither are prepared to look away.
The day has ended and all things are good.
The panic attack didn’t kill her, the yellow rose was in fact a skater, and Rain was happy to see her.
Everything was fine. Not a monster insight, at least not one that turned out to be threatening.
2 Types of Smutty Fanfict
- 32 chapter fanfict with actual plot before any frick frack happens
- one-shot where the characters are at some public place and then all of a sudden someone’s dick is in someone’s ass
there is no inbetween
Reblog if you can proudly admit you’ve never sent anon hate.
I’m as proud as the moose that is proud of his hair
my best friend just realized 30 minutes before her curfew that she’s an hour away from home in the most dangerous part of the city alone with the buses no longer running so she calls the police to take her home i cant stop laughing
update the cop that came to pick her up is a hot 20 year old guy thats flirting with her and now im not laughing anymore
SHE FUCKING HOOKED UP WITH THE COP
YOU CANT CHANGE THE VOLUME OF THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
FUCKING TRY I DARE YOU
ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND ITS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MIND SOMEONE HUG ME
I CAN MAKE IT SCREAM WITHOUT GETTING LOUDER
H E L P
Holy shit whispering is the same volume as shouting as loud as I can
what have you done
We think in concepts
Concepts have no volume
Because a thought is the loudest silence of all.
whoa there socrates
MY GRANDPA WANTED TO BE AN ARTIST
BUT HE HAD 7 KIDS AND A WIFE TO FEED SO HE ENDED UP OWNING A GROCERY STORE AFTER SERVING IN WW2
TODAY MY DAD WAS CLEANING THE HOUSE AND FOUND SOME PENCIL DRAWINGS THAT MY GRANDPA DID AND ASKED IF I WANTED TO HAVE THEM AND I
CAN WE JUST LOOK AT THIS
MY BAD WEBCAM PICTURES DON’T EVEN DO THEM JUSTICE LIKE LOOK AT THESE
MY GRANDPA NEVER BECAME A FAMOUS ARTIST
BUT I WANT TO MAKE HIM KNOWN