#pouringdays

jordan: i just got out of class and i'm super tired jordan: but i think it'll be cool if we hang out later jordan: if you aren't too busy or have other plans jordan: plus i might just miss you a bit

      ❝ do you hear yourself? ❞ he asks, sitting on the edge of his bed. ❝ you're sitting here accusing me of cheating on you and i'm confused as to how you even came to that conclusion. ❞ fingers run through his hair, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. ❝ it's not like i come home smellin' like pussy. i'm at practice all the time, and if i'm not at practice i'm with you ––– or at a game. what do you want from me? ❞

“you’re joking... right?” pandora stared in disbelief, arms crossed firmly over her chest. “please tell me you’re joking.”  it was more of a demand than a plea. she made no effort to mask the disapproval that was so clearly written across her face, the corners of ruby lips turned downwards and pulled into a bitter frown. “you’ve taken her back?” she asked, her words followed by a harsh scoff. “you can’t actually be serious?”

"come on.” she tugged at them under the shared umbrella. a wide smile crossing her features. above them, the rain started to pour a little harder. bianca could not explain how much she liked the rain. there might have been words to put exact weight into it, but all of the ones she knew fell short. joy, cheerfulness, that was the feeling sparked by it. “let’s dance in the rain! i can sing or you can or—” somewhere, in one of the stores among that street a soft tune played. a song only to be heard by attentive ears. she could barely contain herself, while pointing in the direction of it. “i love that song!”

you have the Audacity of coming to my blog and insulting me in the public eye like this ? unbelievable.