#itwasoneofthosedays

[keepingtarotreal]

Officially can't adult today anymore. #LazyBear #ItWasOneOfThoseDays #Bear #Cub #Beard

[suburbiawilleatmealive]

Mood. #simpsonwave #xxxtentacion #bart #thesimpsons #itwasoneofthosedays (em Entrecampos)

[lifeofmywriting-blog]

As I anxiously stood waiting for my train, he had walked down the steps of the subway with a look on his face of not a care in the world. He was Jewish, that caught my eye. I could tell it in his face and in his nose. He had a haggard way of walking, and for a second I was considering he was an older man. But from the washed out gleam in his eyes I could tell he was no older than 18. He seemed sad. Upset. Or maybe he was just tired. It was a look I couldn’t tell. He just carelessly chewed his gum and blew a bubble after every chew. I glanced at him once too many times, although I couldn’t contain myself from being intrigued by his unique character. I couldn’t tell what it was. It was something about him. I zoned back in as the train zoomed in front of me. I stepped on and found a place between two women where I felt safe. I continued letting my anxiety wonder, looking for something to keep my eyes on. I landed on my reflection on the black window of the train and stayed there. After a few long stops, he had taken a seat in front of me, lunging his head down and continuing to blow pink bubbles from his mouth. He had this way of sitting right in front of you and making you feel like he didn’t even acknowledge your presence in the slightest bit. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But something just made me want him to notice me. No matter what I did, tie my shoe or fold my legs, it was as if I wasn’t there. It was as if no one was there, to him at least. He wouldn’t even glance up to see which stop had passed. He seemed so careless. He seemed not to need to have any wonder of the world. I didn’t know what it was about him, I just wanted to know more about his unspoken character that seemed to be so loud it was ringing in my ears. I wanted to observe him forever. But I held myself back from looking and went back to my poker face I was previously staring at. It was a few more stops until he had glanced up, as if he knew he had to go without anything telling him, and stood to leave. And there he went. He was gone. Maybe I will never see him again. Well, it is more than a maybe. It’s a probably true. But all I wanted was at least a word, a glance of eye contact, something I could get to read him from within. To know of who he actually was and what he was really about.

A Boy On A Train 2/4/16 (l.a.)

[always-live-life-free-blog]

Especially when I have to deal with customers #Work #wednesdayadam #itwasoneofthosedays

[scarnabil]

Notice how I lose my balance at the end 😒 #itwasoneofthosedays #fail On the other hand, I went with the music #coincidence #letsbepositive😄

[scarnabil]

Notice how I lose my balance at the end😒 #itwasoneofthosedays #fail On the other hand, I just notice that I went with the music #coincidence #letsbepositive😄