Mis//Understanding

““I have a question.” He lets out a soft sigh, “you always have a question.” “Oh come on,” she moves closer to him and covers the phone he was looking at in his hand, “just one question.” “Alright, love. What is it?” Slowly taking his phone away from his hand and places it aside, she opens her mouth to ask, “If you had a chance to be anything other than yourself, what would you be?” He looks at her and ponders it for a moment. Then he reaches out and gently removes some strands of hair from her face. “Well?” “Well,” he repeats after her with a little smile, “I would be the rest of your life.””

“With a sigh, he took the bottle and poured whiskey into the glass in his hand. He stopped when the glass was half full and he reached for his phone. Staring at the glass, he remembered that he used to debate with her about the glass being half full or half empty. Half full would always be her answer. He looked at the number he once swore he would delete but he never did. With furrowed eyebrows and a messy mind, he pressed the call button next to the number and brought the phone to his right ear. He listened as a familiar soft voice started to speak. “Okay this is awkward but hey, I think I’m busy at the moment,” he smiled as the voice said, “so please leave your name and message after the beep, and I will call you back as soon as possible.” “It’s me,” he spoke after the beep tone, “you still have not changed your recorded message when you said you wanted to.” “Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” he continued after a short pause, “because I can still remember the funny yet lovely look in your eyes when you first recorded this. You asked me for some ideas because you didn’t know what to say and when I suggested this, you weren’t really happy about it.” “But you went on with it because you thought it was better than nothing and that you would make a change once you thought of something much better. It’s been five years since then. Time sure flies, doesn’t it?” “You know, I have so much that I have yet to say to you,” he sighed, “I never stopped thinking of you and I am still waiting for you.” “So please come back and I promise you that we will be better than we will ever be. We will go through everything hand in hand. We will face the world together,” he went on, his voice quiet and shaky as he tried to keep his tears at bay, “Just like what you said before, together until whenever, right?””

““Never beg for anyone to stay,” I told her, “always remember that.” As I was heading to the door, she asked, “Can I ask them to stay at least? Just a word ‘stay’, can I?” “I guess that’s alright,” I answered, reaching for the door handle. “Then stay.” I turned only to meet her soft gaze. The gaze that I could never forget. “Stay.” She repeated. Slowly I pulled my hand away from the handle and gave her a small smile, “I will.””

“With a sigh, he took the bottle and poured whiskey into the glass in his hand. He stopped when the glass was half full and he reached for his phone. Staring at the glass, he remembered that he used to debate with her about the glass being half full or half empty. Half full would always be her answer. He looked at the number he once swore he would delete but he never did. With furrowed eyebrows and a messy mind, he pressed the call button next to the number and brought the phone to his right ear. He listened as a familiar soft voice started to speak. “Okay this is awkward but hey, I think I’m busy at the moment,” he smiled as the voice said, “so please leave your name and message after the beep, and I will call you back as soon as possible.” “It’s me,” he spoke after the beep tone, “you still have not changed your recorded message when you said you wanted to.” “Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” he continued after a short pause, “because I can still remember the funny yet lovely look in your eyes when you first recorded this. You asked me for some ideas because you didn’t know what to say and when I suggested this, you weren’t really happy about it.” “But you went on with it because you thought it was better than nothing and that you would make a change once you thought of something much better. It’s been five years since then. Time sure flies, doesn’t it?” “You know, I have so much that I have yet to say to you,” he sighed, “I never stopped thinking of you and I am still waiting for you.” “So please come back and I promise you that we will be better than we will ever be. We will go through everything hand in hand. We will face the world together,” he went on, his voice quiet and shaky as he tried to keep his tears at bay, “Just like what you said before, together until whenever, right?””

God bless that ass.

tumblr user sixpenceee is the reason why I get up in the early morning. 

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At 17, I was a depressed teenager who self harmed and wondered about just how painful it could possibly be to end my life.

I just started crying.

Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.

friend: don’t you think its kinda early to be getting high?

Typing an essay due tomorrow at 3 in the morning