#dammitwells

[jfcjohanna-blog]

Text ⇾ Wells.

Jo: This city is just too much right now. Coleman is here. And I love him, and I am so happy to see him, but it's bringing me back so many memories. And I can't breathe.

Jo: Sometimes I wish we could just... grab our things and flight away. You and I. That would be cool.

[jfcjohanna-blog]

Text ⇾ Wells.

Jo: It took me a solid hour to even get my phone out to text you. Mostly because I've been listening to Luna Waltz and I lost myself in the sound and... reading.

Jo: Wells, it's all so beautiful I don't know... thank you.

Jo: I don't think I have the words to actually say... It is the most beautiful gift I've ever receive. And the journal? I am speechless. This, all of it, means so much to me. Thank you.

[viktoriya-dragov]

♠✘☢

send ♠  for a drunk text

text: duudddddee you’re so funny.  you’re like really funny.  so i have a joke to tell you funny guytext: well i had a joke but i forgot it but anyway it’s really funny you would have laughed so hard okay bye ignore this i’m trashed

send  ✘for a text that should never have been sent

text: is that supposed to be that colortext: jfc i didn’t mean to hit the send button i wasn’t finished with the text yet

send☢ for a desperate text

text: wells, i spilled coffee all over like five of max’s comic books and i don’t know where to go to find these can i even find them in stores anymore please help me oh my god i feel so bad right now.

[jfcjohanna-blog]

Novocaine | Jello

“Eight, nine, ten” Johanna murmured, walking around her living room in the middle of the night. She checked her phone: 3:30 a.m, she sighed, wondering how much more she could take of it. How much more she could deny the feelings to herself and the rest of the world, but most importantly, him. “I can’t have much more of this” the brunette said, taking her jacket with her and looking around, making sure her roommate wasn’t home to see her very own display of emotions she had been keeping for so long. It was brutal for her to reckon any feeling, specially if they were bound to make her feel powerless and regretful of any sort and it wasn’t any different when she realized she had real, strong feelings for the only person who knew the real her, the person she had been keeping from the world all along. Upon realizing her feelings, Johanna went from anger, to regret to finally, an unbearable panic attack, where her mind tricked her into contacting her friend and telling him how she felt. 

Just as she began to walk towards her best friend’s house whom lived only miles away from herself, Jo noticed a couple of cold drops on her face, which suddenly enough turned into 10 and then 20, until she was realised her clothing and hair were soaking, her make-up ruined “Maybe this is the signal you’ve been looking for, stupid. Go back home” she whispered to herself as she kept walking, hiding her hands on her tight pockets, looking down as she mindlessly walked, cursing under her breath for acting like a drama queen from the beginning, thanking the stars for Wells and his strong convictions and undeniable loyalty. 10 minutes passed by with a very lost and bewildered Johanna before she found herself in front of his house, staring at the door tentatively, chewing her lower lip as anxiety took over her once again, her chest pounding under her wet and cold shirt. Taking a deep breath, Johanna walked up to the door, ringing the bell loudly followed by harsh knocks” Wells, dude. Open up” she said huskily, shivering slightly as she tried to warm herself up with hr free hand “I—I need to talk to you. Andrew open up” Johanna yelled, resting her forehead on the door.

{ dammitwells }