– Well… what’s the worst that could happen?
Hey, whatcha talking about?
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@mkayclint
– Well… what’s the worst that could happen?
Hey, whatcha talking about?
– How weird would it be if we were in a giant video game? And reality wasn’t real?
Dude, that’s freaky. Why would you think that? Why would you say it?
–huh? Five m-more m-minutes…
You’re at a restaurant, you’re food just got here. Thought I’d wake you up.
I’d not have this be a habit. Washing it out isn’t going to be fun.
I guess so, especially with such long hair. I don’t understand how people can handle their hair when it’s so long.
Well, you’re getting words in, right? Fucking sweet. Friday night is now officially pizza night.
Yeah, I’m more of a listener though. Really? Make it a night where they have less people in demand.
I think there’s more paint in my hair, than there was on paper.
You should just use your hair to paint then.
– I… can’t believe I graduate next week…
Really? That’s amazing! Congrats!
See, okay, pretty much any teacher I’ve ever had has told me I talk to much. But, like, what actually is talking too much? I mean, if I’m talking about something relevant I should just keep going until I run out of things to say right? Hell yeah it is. Do they deliver?
Well I think you can talk too much, like when the other person can’t get a word in. Yes they do, which is the best part about the place.
Do everything with your heart.
(via myreasonforeverything)
Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever…and if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are, or they destroy you.
-Kill Your Darlings (via kingofhell-vs-cain)
moodboard: 1/? marina/clint
“Love? Love… Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!”
Christian (Moulin Rouge!)
last minute || mint
When she heard her name, she whipped her head around to find Clint’s eyes. Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, she didn’t move. After a few agonizing seconds of brain malfunction, she finally got up to greet him. “Clint. Hey,” she said softly, still some how too loud in her own head. She didn’t call him a dweeb, or even say a swear word yet, and she found herself dumbfounded. Her eyebrows came together, and she suddenly realized maybe she should go in for a hug.
She attempted it, found it weirdly unfit for the situation after she was only inches apart from him, so she then gave her hand out for a shake. Only then did she notice her hands were shaking. “What the fuck. –Sorry..” She clasped her hands behind her instead. “Let’s, um, find.. a table.” She glanced at his face once before turning to walk, finding a small, round table fit for two people and sitting down.
Clint smiled timidly at Marina as she looked up at him, happy to look into her eyes despite how sad they seemed. He was more surprised though by the way she spoke, she wasn’t being sassy or making fun of him. It took him back, but he used it to try and make it somewhat easier for them to speak. “Clint? Not dweeb ass?” Clint said trying to make it like any other day the would meet. It wasn’t though, because they were surrounded by families visiting addicts just like her. It was far from the same, and it scared him. These thoughts were taken from him though as he saw her act as awkwardly as he had. He didn’t move with her for a hug though, because in this situation he was no longer the one acting before thought. In this moment he was not quite himself, he was too stuck with reality to be himself.
Clint didn’t move his hand to shake hers, and luckily she moved her own before she could realize he hadn’t moved an inch. He didn’t mean it in a disrespectful way, he was still filled with respect and admiration for Marina. “Yeah, okay.” He said in reply following behind her, sitting down at the other side of the table. “How are you?”
Because it’s a part of growing up.
What rebellious thing do you think I should do then?
No, because you’re going to eat it and you’re going to like it.
I’m full, though. Are you okay?