me at home: i don’t have enough going on, i should reply to some starters
me at work: ABORT! ABORT! i’m not going to be able to respond to all of these when i get home!
dating an identical twin scares me bc what if i get them confused
i read a book once where this girl was romantically involved with this guy who had a twin and they would punk her all the time and be like which one is your boyfriend you have to kiss the right one and then it turned out one of them was evil and trapped her in a dungeon with a bunch of rats or some shit
but that’s like, worst case scenario
SHE’S NEXT DOOR AND I KEEP SEEING HER AND LITERALLY MY HANDS ARE SHAKING SO HARD AAGGGGHHHH WHY DOES SHE MAKE ME SO NERVOUS I HATE THIS
SO MUCH PASTA
DC is being all gritty and “realistic” and Marvel just had a movie where the galaxy is saved by a dance-off and the power of friendship
i have this headcanon that may only visits fitz in hospital early in the morning after she’s done her tai chi because that’s the only time she’s calm enough to see what ward did to a member of her team
we are in a serious drought.
stop doing the ice bucket challenge.
When I was twenty three years old I met this boy. I saw him from across the way and thought he was so lovely that I had to go speak to him. I looked into his icicle blue eyes for the first time and I saw a future.
We played guitar and sang songs out on the beach, we cuddled and watched movies, we went to arcades and took photobooth pictures, we went sneaker shopping downtown. We talked about the lives we planned to spend together, how we wanted to have kids as soon as we got married. I met his parents and I called them mom and dad. We made each other mix CDs. We were best friends. We were in love.
One night we had tickets to go see a play. When he called me I expected him to say “I’m on my way to pick you up.” Instead he told me that he was on lockdown.
This boy was a recovering drug addict, living in a sober house. Sober houses do weekly drug tests. He called to tell me that he wouldn’t be allowed out that night because he hadn’t passed the drug test. He also told me that he hadn’t done anything. That he was still clean. And I believed him.
I told my mom the whole story and she asked “are you sure you should believe him?” And that was when I realized I didn’t trust him. The problem was that my mom had implanted that. My gut instinct was to trust him. And while I want to blame my mom for swaying me, clearly I was easily swayed.
And maybe it was better that way. Because maybe we would have been married with kids when I realized I didn’t trust him. But maybe it would have grown by that point. Or maybe it was already there but I lost it when I questioned it, however briefly. I will never know. I will always regret not trusting him. But that’s on me.
It turned out that everyone in the house had failed their drug tests. The test strips had long since expired and were giving incorrect results. They all took new tests that night and everyone passed. Including the boy I thought I would spend forever with.
But it was already the end of the relationship. I went to the play with a friend that night and I hardly spoke to the boy afterward. It’s incredible to think that something so strong can be so fragile. That something so permanent can be so temporary. Incredible and unbelievable. But true. And that’s both beautiful and hideous at once.
RP partners talking about going back to school and I’m over here like..
Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What are the first three words that you see?
Love, experience, intelligence…..accurate.
love, beauty, success.
Love youth intelligence
Love lust and intelligence
Love, Honesty, Freedom
Money, happiness, intelligence.