#* ask memes.

Envía uno de los siguientes para:

💗 — para recibir un mensaje de texto afectuoso.

👹 — para recibir un mensaje de texto molesto.

🍾 — para recibir un mensaje de texto en estado de ebriedad.

😭 — para recibir un mensaje de texto triste.

👀 — para recibir un mensaje escrito para otra persona.

👻 — para recibir un mensaje en la madrugada.

😜 — para recibir un mensaje de texto aleatorio.

😘 — para recibir un mensaje de texto coqueto.

🙏 — para recibir un mensaje de texto pidiendo ayuda.

😥 — para recibir un mensaje de texto angustiado.

👄 — para recibir un mensaje de texto con un rumor.

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

adore, the devil in disguise

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

something good can work — two door cinema club

my muse’s last text to your muse

¿qué estás haciendo?

¿estás hablándome ebrix?

¿no recibiste mi último mensaje?

¡estoy muy aburridx!

el azul definitivamente es tu color 😉

ugh, desearía que estuvieras aquí!

anoche te dormiste mientras hablábamos ¡me lo debes!

¿por qué ya no me hablas?

hola, hace tiempo no hablamos.

¿puedo llamarte ahora?

dulces sueños... conmigo en ellos 😉

me gusta como suena eso.

¿quieres salir mañana?

hoy te veías muy bien.

no puedo esperar a verte.

tal vez... pueda quedarme mañana por la noche contigo.

te demoras demasiado en responderme.

ya me preguntaba a dónde te fuiste.

¿qué sucedió? ¿a dónde fuiste?

bien.

odio a los que responden con una sola palabra.

¿estás molestx?

mi mascota dice que te extraña.

te di mi número para que me hablaras, no para tenerlo de adorno.

me hablas después de esa selfie que subí, ya veo.

vi la selfie que subiste.

está bien, no tienes que mentirme.

te juro que te golpearé muy fuerte la siguiente vez que te vea.

¿mañana me ignorarás nuevamente?

     he had heard it from her a thousand times before. i love you sure as hell wasn’t a new concept for rao chantarat and linh dang. granted, it was usually accompanied by a lovely term of endearment — dumbass, dick, sweetie — but it had been said nonetheless. half-heartedly over a locker before homeroom, when he brought her an extra coffee from the diner. sarcastically in his backyard, as they raced to the end of the pool. and even very rarely genuinely, sitting side by side on the steps of the church at her dad’s funeral.

     again granted, it was usually love ya or we love you. it was never just straight up. . . not like this.

     with a frustrated sigh, he ran his fingers through his long locks, silencing himself before he said something he would regret. it wasn’t fair for linh to drop this on him in the midst of a bigger conversation. the fundamental truth was that he wanted go ; she wanted to stay. that alone made them thoroughly incompatible, didn’t it ? no matter how much they may—

     god. this should have been more amusing, if rao had paused to breathe for just a moment, that the thoughts running through his head weren’t: do you love her too ? it was if that answer was already in his brain.

     of course he did. infuriating fucking linh. there was absolutely no one like her.

          “ you’re a real asshole for using that to sway me. ” he muttered as his fingers dropped to his nose, pinching it firmly to relieve himself of the sudden growing headache. this was definitely not the moment he’d envisioned, but then again — would he have ever had the courage to say it first if linh hadn’t ?

     jesus. . . what a head fuck.

     kita had always been akin to a growing wildfire — powerful, harsh, unrelenting. from the day she took her first breath, it felt like she had only been placed into this world to fight and push forward. nothing got in her way, and absolutely nothing stopped her.

     until now, when feya said those words.

     her retreating back turned, ever so slowly, until kita was facing the other once more. a sharp exhale escaped as her body went upward and rigid, much like the soldier she’d always been taught to be. both of their breathing were shallow and eerily quiet, and she struggled with all of her to fill the void. but every time her mouth parted, her voice seemed to fail her.

     what did that even mean: love ? she knew, of course, in its most literal form. but what did it feel like to experience it ? was it chasing her brother down the palace halls as a child ? maybe, it was sidelong sly glances exchanged in the dining hall with sara. she thought that was love, but sara was forever gone and haru hated her. if what she thought she knew about love was followed by such painful endings, was it really love at all ?

     what if, though. . . what if love was choosing one person over everyone else on this earth ? even her own twin sister.

          “ i— ” 

      words couldn’t form. kita wasn’t even sure how much time had passed by. all she could do was stare at feya and realize that she never wanted to look at another single person in that moment. the thought terrified her, far more than the unbelievable weight placed on her shoulders. 

          “ i need to take a walk. ” finally, she spoke. bluntly and guarded, much like the first time they ever really talked. “ talk about this in the morning ? ”