Tempolar: Well I didn't mean to! Aerowing: Tempolar, you threw a man halfway across the city, slapped me on the ass and yelled 'DAMN BOI HE THICC', what the fuck do you mean you didn't mean to?
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Tempolar: Well I didn't mean to! Aerowing: Tempolar, you threw a man halfway across the city, slapped me on the ass and yelled 'DAMN BOI HE THICC', what the fuck do you mean you didn't mean to?
💭 cali @ dom. get me in dem doli feeeelz.
this was so fucking sad omg @ohmystudmuffin“why doesn’t he love me?”
for once, cali believed that she should’ve listened to james and her other brothers that she should not have gotten involved with dominic reyes. did she know he was bad news? yes. was he the leader of a cartel? yes. but could she stay away from him. no way. but in a way, she had thought of it as fate. when he came back to new york after that whole time, when he thought his brother was dead. heck even when she came to south america for her work in the peace corps and he was there. it was almost as if she couldn’t get rid of him, nor did she want to.
but here she was, standing in his bedroom, giving him an ultimatum. either she left with the rest of the peace corps back to italy, or she would stay here with him. the time she spent in south america was almost unforgettable. she wanted to stay. but not because of the atmosphere. not because of the food. she didn’t even care about the cartel. being raised a mob girl, she can more than live with it. but she wanted to be with dom. because she loved him. she loved dom.
but she would not stay here if the feeling was not mutual.
and now here she was, trying to get his attention, which was hard enough. “dom are you listening?” she asked him, knowing he was dodging as per usual. “i’m trying to tell you that i want to stay here with you. i don’t care about what anyone back home will think, all i care about is you.” but there he was, deflecting again. putting himself down. going on about how she should go back.
“dominic, cut the bullshit already!” she shouted at him, which she never did. not to anyone, let alone someone she cared about. she swallowed the lump in her throat before speaking again, finally getting his attention. “can’t you see how much i care about you? . . . how much i love you?” she finally said. feeling tears run down her face.. “don’t you get that? no matter how many times you push me away, put yourself down. it’s not going to change anything how i feel about you, because i love you dominic. i always have. . . but i can’t stay not knowing if you do.”
after a few moments of silence, she walked up to him, putting her hands on the sides of his face to look at her. “just tell me you don’t love me. and i’ll leave your life, and you won’t have to hear from me again. but if you do i’ll stay, and we won’t even have to think about the problems dom. it can just be the two of us.” she said, kissing his forehead. that was the ultimatum. and for a second, she thought everything was going to be right.
though the words “i don’t love you” that came out of dominic’s mouth, stabbed her so far in the chest she could feel it. her breathing felt sharper, and her chest immediately went numb, her hands shaking. she resisted the urge to slap him, before taking herself out of the room. she was afraid of what she would do if she stayed any longer.
walking speedily down the hallways, trying to get out of the place as soon as possible, she pulled out her phone to dial for one of her brothers. “james, hey , i-i wanted to tell you i decided to come to italy afterall. . . and immm marrying deacon.” when she found herself alone in the ally beside the building, and let herself cry, sliding down the side, without alerting her brother. and all she could think of repeating in her head.
“why doesn’t he love me?“
I just accidently karate kicked my dog while she was trying to jump on to the couch and she went flying towards the entertainment center and I feel bad but it was seriously so funny I can't even breathe right now (SHE IS OKAY BTW I DID NOT INJURE MY DOG)
I just wanna lay face down on the floor and scream
Photoshop just crashed... And stupid old me didn’t save my work... Like at all...
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO BANG MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL AND CRY BECAUSE TWO FUCKING HOURS OF WORK ARE JUST GONE
I KEEP TAGGING PPL IN STUFF ON MY SAVED URLS
hhhhhhaaaaaaaahahahahahhahahahaaaaaa....
I have a 125 page booklet to layout today cause the client needs their order right away.....
just....fucking wonderful......
Food Drunk
caesar salad, nachos, lobster grill cheese, 2.5 cups of coke and oreo sundae