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“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”



lol yes, so then i can shave.



Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”


^^^ THIS IS AMAZING

i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now

(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)
“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

OH MY GOD 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

the lAST ONE HOW DARE YOU MY HEART BROKE OMF.

Okay so I found this picture a couple of months ago and I wrote this story to go along with it, I wrote some others to, going over different situations and such but this is just the first one so, Enjoy!
Naomi sits down on my bed. She frowns and wrings her hands, a bad habit of hers. She’s nervous, I can tell. The countdown on her wrist is getting smaller and smaller as the minutes pass. 

 “Naomi,” I said, my voice catching a little, “Calm down, you’re overreacting, it’s your soulmate we’re talking about, he has to like you.”

 “But Xavier, I don’t even know him, what if he doesn’t like the shirt I’m wearing, or my hair or-”
 
 “He’ll like you, Naomi,” I cut her off. “Everyone likes you.” The countdown on her wrist is down to two minutes, thirty seconds. Twenty-nine, Twenty-eight. I watch as it ticks down slowly.  

“Bus comes in two, we should go.” I watch her get off the bed and brush off her jungle-green skirt. I take her hand. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She whispered. We walk out of my small, stuffy house into the cool air of January. There is no snow, just like there never has been any.  Naomi pulls her thin, pale blue, sweatshirt closer to her as we trek to the corner through the wet, almost ankle high grass.

The bus comes and we get on. Naomi looks around; she’s looking for him I know. Her countdown is down to thirty seconds. But there is no one on the bus but us. She turns around and looks at me, even more worried than before. Fifteen seconds, fourteen, thirteen. 

She looks petrified. Ten seconds. I hear her heart speed up or maybe it is just mine. Nine. She starts to head to the back. Eight. I sit down next to her. Seven. She buries her head in my shoulder. Six. The bus stops and the doors open. A tall boy, with a mop of  dirty blonde hair and blue eyes gets on the bus. One. I nudge her shoulder and she looks up. Zero. The boy looks at her and says:

“Whew, almost didn’t make it. Couldn’t miss meeting my soulmate though, now could I?” He smirks as I switch seats so he can sit with her. Naomi smiles back at him and they start talking and laughing as I sit a few rows ahead of them on the opposite side. 

They obviously like each other. Hot tears fill my eyes.

 I violently scratch at my countdown. It has been at zero for as long as I can remember. 

Lunchtime rolls around and I’m forced to sit in the back of the cafeteria with Patty and Pansy Bertil, the two most annoying people in the grade. 

I keep glancing over to the table Naomi and the boy from the bus were sitting at. They were laughing and talking to each other like they’d known each other for years other than the five hours they’d actually known each other. At least the boy was. Naomi keeps glancing this way, maybe at me, maybe at the giant “Got Milk?” poster above my head. I watch as she leans over and whispers something in the boy from the bus’s ear. He looks surprised, but nods. 

Naomi smiles and jumps up from her seat, I watch her straighten her skirt for the second time that day, I didn’t stick around on the bus to see if she’d straightened it then. She has the same nervous grin she had on this morning as she marched over to me in her jungle green skirt and her matching butterfly-patterned shirt. She threw herself down next to me. 

“Kyle’s really sweet, Xavier, you should come sit with us. I, you know-” she freezes and scratches the back of her neck. “If he’s supposed to be my soulmate, I want you to meet him,” her cheeks flush to a cherry red color. I smirk and reply quite simply,

“Of course.” I’m not going to bore you with every little detail about Kyle, Naomi, and I’s conversation. But there were lots of giggles, joyous smiles, and hugging; I was disgusted.

I stormed out of the building fifteen minutes into lunch, furious and depressed.

 This was not the Naomi I remembered. My Naomi was a joker, a tomboy, a fighter, stubborn, an independent person, and the love of my life. This Naomi was girly, a lover, weak, easily swayed, and seemed to depend on Kyle. She seemed to love Kyle. 

I decided to skip the rest of the school day and walked home. I couldn’t stand to take the bus again.
Naomi followed me, soon catching up to me and grabbing my wrist.

“I don’t know what you have against Kyle, Xavier. But you better get over it, he’s my soulmate. You’re supposed to be happy for me.” 

“You are so blind! I’m the one that has always been there for you, not him! Who slept in a sleeping bag next to your bed for three weeks when your dad died? Who helped you study all night when you almost failed math class? Who knows you, because it’s not that blonde boy toy that you keep saying is your soulmate?! Who knows you, Naomi?!”

 I yanked my arm from her grasp and sprinted the rest of the way home. As soon as I got home I collapsed in a pile of tears on my bed. It was odd, I hadn’t cried since dad got deployed four days after my fourteenth birthday. This time was different. Last time I felt as if I might lose him, this time I had lost Naomi.

The next two days were torture, having to watch Naomi and Kyle laugh, talk, hug, and kiss. Meanwhile I had to sit with the annoying Bertil twins everyday at lunch. 

It wasn’t until Friday night when I heard a tap on my window that I stopped wallowing in my own sorrow and opened the window. Naomi stood on my roof, right in front of my window, a twig stuck in her curly, brown mess of hair.

“Naomi?” I asked, flabbergasted. 

“Can I please come in?”

“Sure- I mean yeah, of course.”

 I couldn’t believe it, Naomi Roberts was climbing in my window once again. I hear her take a deep breath as she sits on my bed. 

“I am so, so sorry Xavier. I tried. I really did.”

I sat there, she looked at me and continued.

 “I tried to ignore you, and love Kyle. I tried so hard.,” there was another pause as she looked at me, “I kissed him, I hugged him, I laughed along with him at his stupid jokes, I talked to him, I- I tried to love him.”

“Naomi, where are you going with this?” 

She takes another long, slow breath.

“I realized that; if you have to try to love somebody, you don’t really love them. It’s when you have to try and not love them that you know it’s true. Xavier, I love you.”

 No. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Naomi was supposed to find her soulmate, get married to him, have kids with him, die with him.

“Naomi, I’m not your soul mate, Kyle is. You’re breaking the rules just by saying this. They decided he was the perfect match for you. He’s the one you’re supposed to spend your life with.”

“Some rules are worth breaking, Xavier!” Naomi starts crying. This is only the third time I’ve seen her cry.

 “Who says the government gets to run our lives? Why can’t we live our own lives, choose our own paths?” There’s the independence part of her.

“Naomi,” she was still crying,“Naomi, look at me.” 

I grab her under her chin and pull her up to me.

“I love you too.”
 

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generalbumi:

arnanduh:

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vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

^^^ THIS IS AMAZING

i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now

(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

OH MY GOD 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

the lAST ONE HOW DARE YOU MY HEART BROKE OMF.

Okay so I found this picture a couple of months ago and I wrote this story to go along with it, I wrote some others to, going over different situations and such but this is just the first one so, Enjoy!

Naomi sits down on my bed. She frowns and wrings her hands, a bad habit of hers. She’s nervous, I can tell. The countdown on her wrist is getting smaller and smaller as the minutes pass.


“Naomi,” I said, my voice catching a little, “Calm down, you’re overreacting, it’s your soulmate we’re talking about, he has to like you.”


“But Xavier, I don’t even know him, what if he doesn’t like the shirt I’m wearing, or my hair or-”

“He’ll like you, Naomi,” I cut her off. “Everyone likes you.” The countdown on her wrist is down to two minutes, thirty seconds. Twenty-nine, Twenty-eight. I watch as it ticks down slowly.  


“Bus comes in two, we should go.” I watch her get off the bed and brush off her jungle-green skirt. I take her hand. “Ready?”


“Ready.” She whispered. We walk out of my small, stuffy house into the cool air of January. There is no snow, just like there never has been any.  Naomi pulls her thin, pale blue, sweatshirt closer to her as we trek to the corner through the wet, almost ankle high grass.


The bus comes and we get on. Naomi looks around; she’s looking for him I know. Her countdown is down to thirty seconds. But there is no one on the bus but us. She turns around and looks at me, even more worried than before. Fifteen seconds, fourteen, thirteen.


She looks petrified. Ten seconds. I hear her heart speed up or maybe it is just mine. Nine. She starts to head to the back. Eight. I sit down next to her. Seven. She buries her head in my shoulder. Six. The bus stops and the doors open. A tall boy, with a mop of  dirty blonde hair and blue eyes gets on the bus. One. I nudge her shoulder and she looks up. Zero. The boy looks at her and says:


“Whew, almost didn’t make it. Couldn’t miss meeting my soulmate though, now could I?” He smirks as I switch seats so he can sit with her. Naomi smiles back at him and they start talking and laughing as I sit a few rows ahead of them on the opposite side.


They obviously like each other. Hot tears fill my eyes.


I violently scratch at my countdown. It has been at zero for as long as I can remember.


Lunchtime rolls around and I’m forced to sit in the back of the cafeteria with Patty and Pansy Bertil, the two most annoying people in the grade.


I keep glancing over to the table Naomi and the boy from the bus were sitting at. They were laughing and talking to each other like they’d known each other for years other than the five hours they’d actually known each other. At least the boy was. Naomi keeps glancing this way, maybe at me, maybe at the giant “Got Milk?” poster above my head. I watch as she leans over and whispers something in the boy from the bus’s ear. He looks surprised, but nods.


Naomi smiles and jumps up from her seat, I watch her straighten her skirt for the second time that day, I didn’t stick around on the bus to see if she’d straightened it then. She has the same nervous grin she had on this morning as she marched over to me in her jungle green skirt and her matching butterfly-patterned shirt. She threw herself down next to me.


“Kyle’s really sweet, Xavier, you should come sit with us. I, you know-” she freezes and scratches the back of her neck. “If he’s supposed to be my soulmate, I want you to meet him,” her cheeks flush to a cherry red color. I smirk and reply quite simply,


“Of course.” I’m not going to bore you with every little detail about Kyle, Naomi, and I’s conversation. But there were lots of giggles, joyous smiles, and hugging; I was disgusted.


I stormed out of the building fifteen minutes into lunch, furious and depressed.


This was not the Naomi I remembered. My Naomi was a joker, a tomboy, a fighter, stubborn, an independent person, and the love of my life. This Naomi was girly, a lover, weak, easily swayed, and seemed to depend on Kyle. She seemed to love Kyle.


I decided to skip the rest of the school day and walked home. I couldn’t stand to take the bus again.

Naomi followed me, soon catching up to me and grabbing my wrist.


“I don’t know what you have against Kyle, Xavier. But you better get over it, he’s my soulmate. You’re supposed to be happy for me.”


“You are so blind! I’m the one that has always been there for you, not him! Who slept in a sleeping bag next to your bed for three weeks when your dad died? Who helped you study all night when you almost failed math class? Who knows you, because it’s not that blonde boy toy that you keep saying is your soulmate?! Who knows you, Naomi?!”


I yanked my arm from her grasp and sprinted the rest of the way home. As soon as I got home I collapsed in a pile of tears on my bed. It was odd, I hadn’t cried since dad got deployed four days after my fourteenth birthday. This time was different. Last time I felt as if I might lose him, this time I had lost Naomi.


The next two days were torture, having to watch Naomi and Kyle laugh, talk, hug, and kiss. Meanwhile I had to sit with the annoying Bertil twins everyday at lunch.


It wasn’t until Friday night when I heard a tap on my window that I stopped wallowing in my own sorrow and opened the window. Naomi stood on my roof, right in front of my window, a twig stuck in her curly, brown mess of hair.


“Naomi?” I asked, flabbergasted.


“Can I please come in?”


“Sure- I mean yeah, of course.”


I couldn’t believe it, Naomi Roberts was climbing in my window once again. I hear her take a deep breath as she sits on my bed.


“I am so, so sorry Xavier. I tried. I really did.”


I sat there, she looked at me and continued.


“I tried to ignore you, and love Kyle. I tried so hard.,” there was another pause as she looked at me, “I kissed him, I hugged him, I laughed along with him at his stupid jokes, I talked to him, I- I tried to love him.”


“Naomi, where are you going with this?”


She takes another long, slow breath.


“I realized that; if you have to try to love somebody, you don’t really love them. It’s when you have to try and not love them that you know it’s true. Xavier, I love you.”


No. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Naomi was supposed to find her soulmate, get married to him, have kids with him, die with him.


“Naomi, I’m not your soul mate, Kyle is. You’re breaking the rules just by saying this. They decided he was the perfect match for you. He’s the one you’re supposed to spend your life with.”


“Some rules are worth breaking, Xavier!” Naomi starts crying. This is only the third time I’ve seen her cry.


“Who says the government gets to run our lives? Why can’t we live our own lives, choose our own paths?” There’s the independence part of her.


“Naomi,” she was still crying,“Naomi, look at me.”


I grab her under her chin and pull her up to me.


“I love you too.”

 

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valkyrieaproudrace:

You’ll will never know what hit you.| I’m gonna make you suffer.
- For women who will love to death. And who will suffer with the thought of killing him.

Women like me do not fall gracefully, we stumble over our spines, trip over our vowels, and collapse into your arms.

[…]

Women like me will love you from a distance of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed, we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when we leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people. - Kayla Renee