#profginnycho

[dani-bradford]

beep: 2, 13

A sad text

text: I appreciate the offer to go shopping. But it’s not needed. Don’t really need to go clothes shopping for a baby if there is no baby, right?

A wrong number text

text: No, Jessica. I’m serious. Do not come. I don’t want you here. I don’t want your advice let alone having you at my place telling me how I need to deal with things. You and Mom can just back off.

[amelia-holloway-archive]

Text 📱 | mia  & gin

amelia: niko is home.

[brennan-winters]

any three for him and gin

send ✘ for an unsent text

[text]: I know she’s your best friend and you have to have her back, so I get it. But I really leaned on you before and somewhere along the lines I couldn’t anymore. And you have to be in her corner, yeah. But in the end she fucking humiliated me time and time again and it’s hard for me to look at you like the same friend you’ve always been after all of that. Cause honestly? Every time that girl fucked up she had everyone in her corner comforting her, telling her they’d hope we’d work things out. reassuring her she didn’t mess things up for good. I had one person in my corner, same guy who’s always been there, he’s all I need, but it still sucks. You’re still a friend, yeah, but a line was drawn and it’s never really gonna be the same for me.

send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[text]: You’ve got a good heart and I feel for Josh, he really likes you. But I trust you made the decision you knew was right. I hope the guy’s good to you. I hope you’re good to him. I hope you’re happy, I hope it lasts.

send ♣ for a drunk message

[text]: Is rhett gonna hate me for leaving again?

[text]: he’s gnna say he’s proud and shit bt is he gonna hate me?

[amelia-holloway-archive]

but there’s comfort in the panic

     Amelia didn’t remember much on how she got there in the first place, her hands felt around finding what felt like sheets, pillow and a warm body next to her. The last memory she had was staring at the little calendar on her phone, the one that held no importance to anyone else but her. It was one of those milestones, ones that she thought about a lot during her childhood. Staying in one place for 6 months was baffling, making it to a full year was almost unheard of but now she wasn’t that kid that lived out of boxes, she was an adult and she was running for her own demons once again. The small light that peered through the window shined enough for her to find her clothes and her phone, almost tripping a couple times when her legs could barely hold up her own weight. The lines she didn’t get to finish were on the small mirror beside the nightstand and the rolled up dollar bill with what looked to be her bank card tucked away right next to it. She didn’t dare to turn on the light, it would just show her reflection in the mirror and that wasn’t something she was ready to see. Her hands reached up to try to wipe the clamminess off her face only to find a small bit of dried blood on her upper lip, but she shook her hands quickly as if they were on fire. 

    She wasn’t exactly sure how she got down the stairs and onto the sidewalk as the cars speed past her, from the signs she could see she was in West Rockford, the one side of town she had refused to be in alone and even more so at night. Her hands patted down her body trying to feel for her keys only to coming up empty and seeing her phone barely having enough to make one call before dying. She had promised herself she wouldn’t drag him into this mess so calling Brennan was out of the question. Her lungs took in as much air as she could and looked into her favorites with shaky fingers pressed on the contact picture of the Ginny and the blonde when they were in Colorado. “Hey, can you pick me up?”  Her words were shaky and desperate, almost vulnerable as she mustered up the courage to tell her the exact location. @profginnycho

[amelia-holloway-archive]

💖 pls and thank you

I love that you are by far the most honorable person I know. You go to great lengths to make sure everyone else is taken care of before yourself. You give so much of yourself whether it’s to your students, to your parents, to Colin, and to Ken and I. You are the person people write stories about and challenge themselves to be better to even get to the same level as you.

I love that you are obsessed with everything I am. From hearing the Hamilton soundtrack on a constant loop with me to crying during the Farewell Adress and handing me tissues. I’ve known it from the day I sent you a random text saying “can we talk?” and your reply was “ If you’re looking to find hot single Christians in your area, you’ve got the wrong number, lady,” that you were my soulmate. 

I love how amazing you are but you don’t see it. And before I break out in a classic One Direction song, understand this: You are wise beyond your years, even though you’re old af, you’re as sweet as can be, and you are all around wonderful person to be around. I have never met a single person who hasn’t felt better after talking to you and that is the good you bring to this earth Virginia Cho and I’m honored to be your best friend. 

[brennan-winters]

💢 and 📷

💢 - a scared text

[text]: I don’t know how much longer I can survive without sports. I’m at my breaking point.

📷 - a text including a picture

[text]: Just figured you missed my face, so here’s your social distance you’re welcome.

[logan--mills]

📱 and 🍸

📱- a random text

[text]: I just got this weird feeling in the air, or in my bones, or in somewhere. Like.. like you were thinking of the view you had of my ass when we went climbing right now. Was I right?

🍸- a drunk text

[text]: Gorguos, cme on an aventure with me

[text]: No.

[text]: Now!

[text]: Not no... now

[quentin-wyatt]

💫, 🍸

💫 - a text that wasn’t sent

text: I want to go back to that airport. I want to not say goodbye and tell you that it doesn’t matter what is coming our way and that we are staying together. That there is nothing that could stop me from being with you until you decided you didn’t want me in that way. I want to tell you that I love you. That I will always love you and that nothing is going to stop me from loving you fully. I’d tell you that I am going to be here for every single step. That you can push me away or you can lean on my fully, I’m going to be with you. If I had just said that maybe we wouldn’t be going through this. Maybe we’d already have rings on our fingers and a house that we can add on a whole place for your parents. A place to raise those boys that I would promise to love just as much as you do. Just as much as I would love any kid that we would be so lucky to adopt together. We could have had it all without the pain if I had just refused to give up.

🍸- a drunk text

text: iit hurts how mguch i miss you

text: mit's never been like this bpefore