#multiplemoods

❛ oh -- um, i’m -- sorry -- !! ❜ walking with your head down does help to achieve utter anonymity, but it brings about a certain risk: it’s easy to find yourself plowing directly into a broad, muscular, extremely tall man and bouncing right off before dropping all your things on the ground. because captain america. she’s run directly into captain america. THE captain america. the urge to go invisible is so strong that one hand flickers momentarily, and she shoves it behind her back, scrambling to pick up her things before straightening again.

❛ i wasn’t paying attention. i’m sorry. ❜

babe. b a be . it’s learnedskill. it me.

SEND ME A ‡‡ IF YOU LIKE HOW I PORTRAY MY MUSE.  

      ❛   do you talk to him ??  does he call??  ❜     concern etched in the furrow of her eyebrows and dawning in her eyes,   and all-around obvious with her consistent fidgeting --     for jacob.    ❛ i just..  i wanna know he’s okay.   even if he doesn’t come. ❜   to the wedding that she practically broke him with.

❛ so i know it’s awkward. ❜  they haven’t spoken in months; the silence has stretched them thin, worn bare the already frayed fabric they’d woven through mutual interest ( and mutual self-hatred ). it’s supposed to be an evening of poring over quantum theory, pushing and pulling at numbers until they make sense, waiting for that final thrill when they unlock one small secret the universe has to offer -- hiding  in the stars, in the spaces between supernovae. but now there is a lull, a different kind of space: the kind which needs to be filled by either a serious conversation or sarcasm.

❛ but you totally would’ve chosen my side. i get it. you wouldn’t want to have to confront steve. ❜