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28

Aug

If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
Archie’s Final Project. Dir. David Lee Miller. (via wordsnquotes)

27

Aug

genderphobia:

stuffwhitepeopleask:

If White People Were Described Like People Of Color In Literature

this is the best thing i’ve ever read

This was lovely….and has made me hungry. 

if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands

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26

Aug

kushandwizdom:

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14

Aug

They say you die twice…
-Banksy

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03

Aug

alkizen:

sjazna:

tilly-oakley:

insanihty:

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youremybrandnewday:

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livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:


“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

dammit I cry every time

And one more because why not? ;) 
I had never really bothered with my clock, knowing that I wouldn’t meet my soulmate for at least another two years or so. Sure, knwoing that I would be in my late twenties before meeting my soulmate - whoever that was - was hardly a thrill, but I made sure to make good use of my waiting by studying. I figured that it would not be a bad thing to have an education, possibly a job and maybe some savings and travelling behind me when my clock reached zero, since I couldn’t know whom I would find when it did.So I studied diligently, with my parents’ approval - though I believe that mum would’ve wished for me to find some rich hunk that could smother me with love and money for the rest of our lives, I held more reasonable standards and expectations. Studying is not exactly easy though, and like many times before I found myself facing a mountain of literature to plow through when it came towards the end of the term and the finals were but a week away. Theories, famous - and not so famous - men and women whose words had been branded immortal, examples, facts, statistics and dates. It was a lot to remember.I had just finished a chapter I had had a hard time with, reciting a particularly complicated passage that just didn’t want to stick to myself, when a figurative, sharp stab to my chest had me freeze in place. The book fell from my limp hands as I stared straight ahead into nothing. The pain subsided quickly, but between one heartbeat and the next my eyes watered, followed by my knees buckling beneath me. The impact as my knees hit the floor should have been painful, and it definitely bruised, but I barely noticed it. My breath hitched and the first sob slipped over my lips as a choked sound - and with that it was like the burst of a dam. Within seconds I was sobbing, shoulders trembling, tears streaming down my face and all my strength eluded me - I could barely support myself where I lay face towards the floor. It was a force impossible to stop, and all I could do was ride out the wave in the hope that I would not drown with it.Twenty minutes passed - but it could just as well have been an eternity to me - before I could finally calm down and drag myself to the shower to wash up, hoping that hot water would rinse away the last of the cold chills that I still felt.Thankfully, it did. I chalked it up to a breakdown caused by the intense pressure from the finals and left it at that. Many students before me had met an unlikely, unprepared breakdown out of the left field when the stress became too much - often without even knowing. Why would I be any different? I was definitely no super human or anything.That night, lying in my bed and just as I was to fall asleep, my eyes fell on my clock, stating “889 days, 14 hours, 19 minutes, 2 seconds”. A lot of numbers, but they still made me smile. They were a promise - one that I sorely needed. I think we all kind of do at times. A few moments passed when I let myself daydream about my soulmate - a guilty pleasure that I can’t imagine I am the only one doing. If it was a girl or boy, looks, habits… Little things that we could be doing. Things to talk about. Scenarios - innocent little things - played out in my head, making me relax. Then I blinked. Uneasiness stirred in me - something was wrong. Very wrong. A chill travelled down my spine, my mouth went dry and I stared at my clock while my heart rate increased until it thundered in my chest.It didn’t count down. The numbers didn’t change.They never did.

The funny thing was that we had all been looking forward to this day. It was supposed to be The Day. All my friends had planned a big party for me. My mum cried when I talked to her last night, telling me once again how she had met her soul mate some 20 years earlier. They all wanted to share that happiness with me. My best friend had decided to take a day off just to be able to be there with me when it happened.
I was sitting in the drivers seat, my best friend changing stations on the radio.”There must be a perfect song for this moment” she said and pressed the button again. I smiled and said “Well, it can hardly be any worse than yours. What was it? Ice Ice Baby?”. We laughed. I had been there, just like she was there with me. She met her soul mate at a record store four years ago. I had dragged her there to get some help finding a birthday gift for my brother. She had been looking through some old rock records when the Vanilla Ice song started to play in the store. We both had started to dance and goof off, and suddenly she had bumped into another person. “I’m so sorry, I just…” she had said and then realized that she was looking into the greenest eyes there ever was on this planet. “It’s alright..” the other person said and looked at their watch. “Hi, I’m Alex.” My friend shook their hand and I found myself standing a few feet away, knowing I wouldn’t getting any help today. I didn’t have to check my own clock, I knew it still was years before it was my time.
"Oh, this song is so good!" My friend started to sing along with the radio. "This is your song. What ever plays later, I’m gonna say it was this one!" We laughed as the song went on. It was a nice day in May. It had been raining for a week so it was nice to know summer was coming with this day. My friend wanted me to find my soul mate someplace romantic. I wasn’t that concerned, since I knew it would happen any time soon. As I drove the car to the next red light I decided to look at the watch one last time, just to get a hint of how much more of this I needed to endure before I too could consider myself one of those lucky soul mate-finders. 0 Years 0 Months 0 Days 0 Hours 39 Minutes 48 Seconds. I looked at the lights as they switched from red, to yellow, to green. I decided to go straight for the beach, since it was a nice day, even though it still was to cold to go for a swim. I still loved the ocean.
I never knew this happy day would turn out like this. I remember lights flashing for my eyes as the pain spread throughout my body. I heard things break and snap as the interior of my car pushed towards me. I could hear my best friend scream.
The world became black.
I opened my eyes. I saw my friend standing over me, her face bruised and swollen, her eyes teary. I couldn’t hear what she screamed at me, but I felt secure. Somehow I knew help was on the way. I blinked. Suddenly someone had put me in an ambulance. Far in the distance sirens told me this was an emergency. I could feel the speed of the vehicle underneath. I blinked once more. The halls of clinic white walls passed around me and I heard doctors and surgeons talking in medicinal terms around me. Doors opened and closed around me. They placed me in a room with green walls, beeping machines and metallic instruments all over.
"To think I would have to work on a day like this." The voice came from a door I couldn’t see. I couldn’t really make out if it was a man or a woman, but the voice sounded like heaven and all it’s angels at the same time. The owner of the voice reached me and looked at me. Their face was masked, only showing a piece of their freckled forehead and their eyes behind glasses. Bright, shiny, blue eyes. "Hi, I’m Mika, I will try my very best to fix you." Oh, Mika. I’m so happy that I finally found you. I’m so very, very happy that I got to see your freckled face. To hear your voice. Oh, Mika, I am so sorry. I know you tried your very best. I know you did everything you could. Because I know you looked at your watch before you entered that ER. I know you had hoped to take a walk at the beach during you break. That we were supposed to meet at the shore line. That I would see not only your forehead and eyes, but your whole face, your red, bright, short hair dancing in the wind. And you would not see my face swollen, bruised and bloodied. You would see me smile from ear to ear, see me nervously play with my hair as I would try to talk to you. Oh, Mika. I am so, so very sorry.

alkizen:

sjazna:

tilly-oakley:

insanihty:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

dammit I cry every time

And one more because why not? ;) 

I had never really bothered with my clock, knowing that I wouldn’t meet my soulmate for at least another two years or so. Sure, knwoing that I would be in my late twenties before meeting my soulmate - whoever that was - was hardly a thrill, but I made sure to make good use of my waiting by studying. I figured that it would not be a bad thing to have an education, possibly a job and maybe some savings and travelling behind me when my clock reached zero, since I couldn’t know whom I would find when it did.
So I studied diligently, with my parents’ approval - though I believe that mum would’ve wished for me to find some rich hunk that could smother me with love and money for the rest of our lives, I held more reasonable standards and expectations. Studying is not exactly easy though, and like many times before I found myself facing a mountain of literature to plow through when it came towards the end of the term and the finals were but a week away. Theories, famous - and not so famous - men and women whose words had been branded immortal, examples, facts, statistics and dates. It was a lot to remember.
I had just finished a chapter I had had a hard time with, reciting a particularly complicated passage that just didn’t want to stick to myself, when a figurative, sharp stab to my chest had me freeze in place. The book fell from my limp hands as I stared straight ahead into nothing. The pain subsided quickly, but between one heartbeat and the next my eyes watered, followed by my knees buckling beneath me. The impact as my knees hit the floor should have been painful, and it definitely bruised, but I barely noticed it. My breath hitched and the first sob slipped over my lips as a choked sound - and with that it was like the burst of a dam. Within seconds I was sobbing, shoulders trembling, tears streaming down my face and all my strength eluded me - I could barely support myself where I lay face towards the floor. It was a force impossible to stop, and all I could do was ride out the wave in the hope that I would not drown with it.
Twenty minutes passed - but it could just as well have been an eternity to me - before I could finally calm down and drag myself to the shower to wash up, hoping that hot water would rinse away the last of the cold chills that I still felt.
Thankfully, it did. I chalked it up to a breakdown caused by the intense pressure from the finals and left it at that. Many students before me had met an unlikely, unprepared breakdown out of the left field when the stress became too much - often without even knowing. Why would I be any different? I was definitely no super human or anything.

That night, lying in my bed and just as I was to fall asleep, my eyes fell on my clock, stating “889 days, 14 hours, 19 minutes, 2 seconds”. A lot of numbers, but they still made me smile. They were a promise - one that I sorely needed. I think we all kind of do at times. 
A few moments passed when I let myself daydream about my soulmate - a guilty pleasure that I can’t imagine I am the only one doing. If it was a girl or boy, looks, habits… Little things that we could be doing. Things to talk about. Scenarios - innocent little things - played out in my head, making me relax. 
Then I blinked. Uneasiness stirred in me - something was wrong. Very wrong. A chill travelled down my spine, my mouth went dry and I stared at my clock while my heart rate increased until it thundered in my chest.
It didn’t count down. The numbers didn’t change.

They never did.

The funny thing was that we had all been looking forward to this day. It was supposed to be The Day. All my friends had planned a big party for me. My mum cried when I talked to her last night, telling me once again how she had met her soul mate some 20 years earlier. They all wanted to share that happiness with me. My best friend had decided to take a day off just to be able to be there with me when it happened.

I was sitting in the drivers seat, my best friend changing stations on the radio.”There must be a perfect song for this moment” she said and pressed the button again. I smiled and said “Well, it can hardly be any worse than yours. What was it? Ice Ice Baby?”. We laughed. I had been there, just like she was there with me. She met her soul mate at a record store four years ago. I had dragged her there to get some help finding a birthday gift for my brother. She had been looking through some old rock records when the Vanilla Ice song started to play in the store. We both had started to dance and goof off, and suddenly she had bumped into another person. “I’m so sorry, I just…” she had said and then realized that she was looking into the greenest eyes there ever was on this planet. “It’s alright..” the other person said and looked at their watch. “Hi, I’m Alex.” My friend shook their hand and I found myself standing a few feet away, knowing I wouldn’t getting any help today. I didn’t have to check my own clock, I knew it still was years before it was my time.

"Oh, this song is so good!" My friend started to sing along with the radio. "This is your song. What ever plays later, I’m gonna say it was this one!" We laughed as the song went on. It was a nice day in May. It had been raining for a week so it was nice to know summer was coming with this day. My friend wanted me to find my soul mate someplace romantic. I wasn’t that concerned, since I knew it would happen any time soon. As I drove the car to the next red light I decided to look at the watch one last time, just to get a hint of how much more of this I needed to endure before I too could consider myself one of those lucky soul mate-finders. 0 Years 0 Months 0 Days 0 Hours 39 Minutes 48 Seconds. I looked at the lights as they switched from red, to yellow, to green. I decided to go straight for the beach, since it was a nice day, even though it still was to cold to go for a swim. I still loved the ocean.

I never knew this happy day would turn out like this. I remember lights flashing for my eyes as the pain spread throughout my body. I heard things break and snap as the interior of my car pushed towards me. I could hear my best friend scream.

The world became black.

I opened my eyes. I saw my friend standing over me, her face bruised and swollen, her eyes teary. I couldn’t hear what she screamed at me, but I felt secure. Somehow I knew help was on the way. I blinked. Suddenly someone had put me in an ambulance. Far in the distance sirens told me this was an emergency. I could feel the speed of the vehicle underneath. I blinked once more. The halls of clinic white walls passed around me and I heard doctors and surgeons talking in medicinal terms around me. Doors opened and closed around me. They placed me in a room with green walls, beeping machines and metallic instruments all over.

"To think I would have to work on a day like this." The voice came from a door I couldn’t see. I couldn’t really make out if it was a man or a woman, but the voice sounded like heaven and all it’s angels at the same time. The owner of the voice reached me and looked at me. Their face was masked, only showing a piece of their freckled forehead and their eyes behind glasses. Bright, shiny, blue eyes. "Hi, I’m Mika, I will try my very best to fix you." Oh, Mika. I’m so happy that I finally found you. I’m so very, very happy that I got to see your freckled face. To hear your voice. Oh, Mika, I am so sorry. I know you tried your very best. I know you did everything you could. Because I know you looked at your watch before you entered that ER. I know you had hoped to take a walk at the beach during you break. That we were supposed to meet at the shore line. That I would see not only your forehead and eyes, but your whole face, your red, bright, short hair dancing in the wind. And you would not see my face swollen, bruised and bloodied. You would see me smile from ear to ear, see me nervously play with my hair as I would try to talk to you. Oh, Mika. I am so, so very sorry.

(Source: illness-and-instruments)

22

Jul

The funny thing about introverts is once they feel comfortable with you, they can be the funniest, most enjoyable people to be around. It’s like a secret they feel comfortable sharing with you. Except the secret is their personality.
(via just-another-pov)

(Source: c0gnaclilac)

24

Jun

Kevin is so creepy….

The word fuck is enormously satisfying.

Tom Hiddleston (via wordsnquotes)

That does it, angel. Marry me.

(via duoblackwhite)

(Source: wordsnquotes)

okay seriously reblog if you’re older than 12

elisa-1135:

image

COME ON PEOPLE, THERE HAS GOT TO BE MORE. image

(Source: feelings-fluctulating)