Writing Prompt #164
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Well it’s about time you noticed.”
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Writing Prompt #164
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Well it’s about time you noticed.”
Writing Prompt #166
“You’re cute.”
“Damn. I was going for intimidating and vaguely threatening.”
Writing Prompt #167
“I hate you.”
“Are you sure that’s not the alcohol talking?”
here is a star for everyone who’s not feeling their best today (🌟)
True true !
School is no longer about learning; it’s about passing
There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you.
Björk (via quotemadness)
Until Next Time
As I pick up the leftover containers from Panda Express, I feel his hands on either side of my hips slowly pulling me backwards. He spins me around and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Juan,” I say, catching my breath, “I have to clean up and get you out of here before my parents get back home.”
He rolls his eyes, “We still have three hours Leyra, dance with me.” He takes the containers from my hands and tosses them in the trash. I take the chance at freedom and rush to busy myself with the dishes. I can not dance to save my life, there is no way I am going to embarrass myself like that. Especially not in front of him, I’d ruin any chance I could have with him.
He leans on the counter and stares at me. He’s doing that thing, trying to make me feel awkward until I give in and do as he asks.
“You know I can’t dance,” I finally say without ever meeting his eyes. I take my time rinsing off the last cup, gently caressing its sides, spinning it around, making sure every last soap suds has been washed away.
“Yes you can,” he argues “come on, just one song babe.” How can I say no to that? I have yet to meet his gaze but I can feel his brown eyes caramelizing as his focus intensifies on me.
I dry my hands off and place the towel on the countertop. Before I can turn around he has my wrists in his hands and gives a small tug, playfully pulling me towards him. I let out a small giggle at his playfulness, anyone else would think he was a big meanie but I knew better. He holds our hands at our sides, using his beautiful brown eyes to stare deeply into mine. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears as his look alone gives me chills.
He smoothly slides my left hand up and around his neck, and my right hand up to his chest. He places his right hand on the small of my back pushing me just a little closer to him in the process. He uses his free hand to quickly search for a song on his phone and it begins.
“It’s not hard okay, just listen to the beat and your body will follow,” he says as he starts swaying left and right.
“I have no sense of rhythm Juan,” I stumble a little and catch the tip of his boots with my bare toes. And the embarrassment begins.
“You’re doing fine,” he lies as he takes actual steps left and right. Its two simple steps, just like walking, and I can’t even do that.
“Leyra,” he says softly.
“Yea?” I answer.
“If you say you can’t dance, then why are you leading me?” He gives me the biggest of smirks I have seen him.
“I was not,” I blush and look at my hand on his chest. Times like these I’m so glad he’s a whole foot taller than me.
The first word I say every year is “happy” and the last is “one”
9:57pm.
Hot water is finally back on. Thank the heavens…
Two hours and three minutes away from Christmas eve…
Doesn’t feel like the holidays, not really, it just feels like pressure and awkward tensions with the environment.
Hope you all are having a good Christmas, though, I’ll give you that. ♡.
It’s cold as a mother trucker out here. And you know, mother truckers are chill as hell. “Fix my oil rig while I feed the baby, mate!”
Introverted
I’ve learned that I’m an introvert. I get drained if I’m around people for a long period of time. I need some time where its just me and my thoughts. The time I spend alone gives me a clear head. Its the best feeling ever. I feel energized and full and happy. Being around too many people takes all my evergy after a while. Right now I’m so completely drained idk what to do… And this is a holiday weekend so there are going to be people around me at all times for the next few days… I don’t think I have anything planned on Saturday though. I’m gonna try to get ouuta the house and be by myself for a little bit because I feel suffocated af in the house. I just want to breathe.
Oh my god I'm reblogging this because I have never related to something so much.
Christmassy-less
I've never felt less Christmassy in my life. How am I suppose to be grateful and thankful for everyone around me when I just wanna be alone ?
How You Know You Are A Writer
You talk.
You talk to yourself.
You talk to yourself in public.
You talk to yourself in public and not get caught.
You talk to yourself in public and get caught just once.
You talk to yourself in public even though people might think you’re weird.
You talk to yourself in public even though people might think you’re weird but who cares what anyone thinks. Your beautiful self should not be fretting…
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