I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand
I’m a low life so fuckin deal with it
No, you can’t change somethin that you don’t understand.
My alarm blares the sound of a radio host droning on about traffic and the weather. I open my tired eyes, crawl slowly out of bed, and take three strenuous steps to reach my alarm. With my alarm finally off, I curl up in a ball on my bed and close my eyes in an attempt to make up for the little sleep I got last night.
The phone rings in another room.
I freeze. All my muscles tense, and my mouth gets dry. My eyes begin to water, and my hands begin to shake. My heart beats faster with each passing second. This is it. This is it. No, this can’t be happening. I’m not ready for this. I hate endings. I hate change.
Finally, I muster up enough courage to get out of my bed and walk across the hallway into my parents’ room. I tentatively sit on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest with trembling hands. The look on my mom’s face is unmistakable, but still, I pray that I’m wrong. I hear Christopher’s deep voice resonating through the phone’s small speaker, and I am again reassured that my worst nightmare is coming true. The phone clicks off, and my mom slowly turns to me. Tears pour out of my eyes before she utters the inevitable.
“He’s dead,” she whispers, wrapping my shaking body in a hug.
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s really gone. He’s dead.
“Oh yeah. We need a present for Chris,” my mom said as she jabbered on about preparations for Christmas.
“…and Mike…” I thought to myself, fixing her seemingly incorrect statement. My eyes teared up and I held my breath as I realized that it was not she that made the mistake…it was I.
for Michael, my brother. never will i get over you ♥
There’s always that person who keeps trying to walk out of your life. You fight and fight to keep them around because you think you need them. But eventually, you just have to let them go. All you need to do is ask them to leave the door open as they walk on out…and pretty soon, someone even better comes running through the door and into your life. ♥
- Teacher: Payback's a "hmmm."
- Me: Payback's a what?
- Teacher: Payback's...payback.
- Me: No, no. What's "hmmm?"
- Teacher: You're a "hmmm."
(via theimpossibilitiesoflife)
I paused at the bottom of the stairs, slowly putting on each one of my shoes. I did so at an excruciatingly slow pace as to steal a little time to compose myself. This was the first real date since it happened. All the others had been group
dates at local bars with mutual friends. For once, however, I was letting someone take me on a real date. I was letting my guard down. For what reason, I have no idea. I simply prayed that I would not regret doing so.
Suddenly the room went silent, and he and Aliya were looking directly at me. Aliya gave me her usual goofy smile and almost ran out of the room, saying something about about needing to do laundry. He, on the other hand, rose slowly from the couch and looked directly at me. His gorgeous, green eyes traced the curves of my body, and I espied a sharp intake of breath as his lips formed a smile.
Robin: You stole a blue french horn for me.
Ted: I would’ve stolen you a whole orchestra.
How I Met Your Mother, 2.22 Something Blue
Best break-up scene ever? I think so.
(originally posted by falulatonks)
