“Sometimes I Miss It. The Power, The Rush. The Feeling Of Being Unstoppable. But That Was Just That.

“Staring into the mirror, my eyeliner smeared on my face, my hair resting gently on the side I looked like the poster child for the misunderstood broken hearted.”

“Your mother wouldn’t have wanted this!”

“You’re right. She would have done much worse.”

counting the steps to the door of your heart ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆

how to be a true YEARNER (jk yearn how u want)

⇴ person a watching person b trail further and further off, and person a is frozen in place. person b—though walking away—seems closer than ever through person a's gaze

⇴ being completely hyper-focused on a book, yet every page, every beautiful metaphor reminds person a of person b

⇴ you two are both lying next to each other and you feel asleep. the person next to you has to try their hardest to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. just one stroke of the cheek is all the desire—the chance to have their hands brush across your soft skin.

⇴ "i just can't do it man" "do what?" "i can't just sit in front of them and act like everything's normal. i want more, but i know that it would be wrong to have it. but i need them. i feel crazy—am i crazy?"

⇴ person a keeps thinking about person b, even though they've only met once. once their eyes meet person b's, everything slows. nothing else matters except for the smile on their face. something clicked.

⇴ "have i ever told you that you were the one thing that just made sense?" "no, but go on." and the other person malfunctions because... well where do they start. how do they go about this w/o rambling, or letting their true feelings out?

⇴ the constant need to reach out. the constant need to grab their hand, rub their arm, and put your head on their shoulder.

⇴ wanting to know everything about them—little or big: their daily schedule, what shampoo they use, whether they are feeling the same as you. any crumb of information would be satisfactory

⇴ anxiously bouncing your knee in hopes that you can see them and have a conversation. finding any excuse to come up and talk. you just want to see them and have your eyes fall on their silhouette.

⇴ they laugh at something you said, and the melodious sound of their chuckle carries around the room, gracing your ears. now, you start planning another joke, hoping to hear that warm sound again.

⇴ "i don't think i can hide it anymore. how it's like my heart is on the verge of a heart attack when you text me. how i've delved into all your favorite movies, books, and tv shows ever since you've told me about them. how i wanted to be close to you—not just physically."

⇴ "i kept doing all these things just to see if you would do them with me. i really wanted you to be there with me."

⇴ the way that everything is fine and under control until they take one look at your lips.

⇴ "you're doing that thing by the way. when you lie to make someone feel better? you bite the inside of your bottom lip and nod, then you make this really pitying look with your eyes. like a squinty thing." "...wow"

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“God, it’s gorgeous out here.” “Won’t be so gorgeous if you fall forty feet and slam into the pavement.”

“Just because you’re afraid of losing them, doesn’t mean-”

“Lesson one, don’t tell me anything about myself. Lesson two, learn to keep your mouth shut!”

“Did I ever get a chance to say I’m proud of you?”

“Do you even want me around? ‘Cause you certainly don’t act like it.”

“Us misfits have to stick together or we’d have no one.”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to do anything when I’m this tired.”

“Look, you’re super clumsy and having you around this highly flammable project is like asking for trouble.”

“Bribing me with your cooking works every single time.”

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Winnie the Pooh

Au

Everyone has their own animal as a companion and guardian from birth until death. You discover your soulmate when your animals plays with theirs.

“For you, I’d throw it all away. My morals, my goals, my life. I would. Please don’t ask me too.”

Prompt #125

“I love you.”

“Why? I literally tried to kill you yesterday?”