Jan 21, 2015
did you want fries with that zig?
Follow our Zig!
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did you want fries with that zig?
Follow our Zig!
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How to Heal a Broken Heart || blondematlin and zigmnd
Maya sat on her bed, switching between the Photos app on her phone and the Tumblr one. She scrolled through her albums, deleting the ones titled "Cheesy" and "Tori" entirely. Though light tears pooled in her eyes, Maya refused to cry. She refused to show any sign of hurt, which would be like conceding defeat to those two monsters. Maya was going through what her sister would call the stages of heartbreak. Denial, anger, hurt, acceptance, moving on. It sounded like some corny love movie, but it was true. What a great way to be introduced to the world of dating. The little Matlin remembered she had made plans with Zig, unsure as to whether or not it was a date. She uncrossed her legs, quickly wiped under her eyes delicately with her index finger, trying not to screw up the long minutes she put into her mascara application. Maya scanned through the contents of her closet, trying to figure out what would best compliment her barely-there figure and skintone. She decided on a Peter-Pan collared shirt with a pair of maroon skinny jeans and combat boots. The blondie glanced to her dresser, noticing the receipt from Maya and Zig's first date. She smiled to herself, knowing that tonight was going to be a memorable night.
"I'm out! Love you!" Maya's voice echoed throughout the house. Making sure she had successfully smuggled two jumbo bags of chips in her backpack, she shut the door behind her, not bothering to wait for a response from her mother. With a newfound bounce to her step, she made her way to the local park. Maya hadn't felt this excited to spend time with a boy since she met Cam. Her sub-conscience smiling came to an abrupt halt as she realized that her mind always went back to Cam. The skip to her step faded away as she found herself in the park, and she slumped onto the park bench.
I am in utter disbelief.