jumping on the worm train
"I am the evil in which you have made the mistake of binding to captivity, and now,

jumping on the worm train
"I am the evil in which you have made the mistake of binding to captivity, and now,
Pocketing this for later
I don’t remember when I wrote this, but another one from the draft.
The illuminating red numbers from your alarm clock weren’t the culprit of your wide awake state at midnight.
Any minute now, your dad would walk through the front door, late from work once again. You could feel the brewed tension before it even began. Your mother would shout about slaving away to make the perfect meal just for him to not even show up to eat it, and your father would state his case just as loudly about needing to work to make money for all of the family needs.
You felt guilty, but there was nothing you could say to make it better.
The harsh yellow light next door turned on, exposing every nick-nack and detail in the bedroom of Paul Lahote. You hadn’t talked to Paul since 8th grade. Once he got to high school, he became one of the “cool” kids and forgot all about you. Now you were in your senior year, and you needed his help.
You sat up from your bed and tiptoed to your window.
“Pssst.” You beckoned. Paul’s window sat ajar, and from his sudden hault, you knew he heard you, but he purposely ignored.
“Pssst.” You beckoned again. Paul threw his head back and slumped over to his window.
“What?” Paul pressed his palms to the window sill and hurried you to speak.
You twiddled your thumbs and Paul watched you intently.
“Remember that time in 7th grade when i stayed over at your place every night for a week because my parents kept fighting?” There was silence in the air and you mentally prepared for Paul to not give a damn.
Paul lifted the window open and stepped back. He tilted his head signaling for you to come over. You moved quickly before he could change his mind.
It had been years since the last time you had been in his room. It looked so different now. He still had tons of trophies for his soccer skills; even more now than before. His bed sheets were no longer Scooby Doo themed, and the posters on his wall were switched out from Power Rangers to women on cars and a few of his favorite bands. You were in awe of how much things had changed.
Your leg bumped against his bedside dresser, knocking a picture frame forward. You rushed to pick it back up just as Paul was coming up behind you after searching through his closet for an extra blanket.
“Shoot, Im sorry.” You whispered, reaching for the object at the same time as Paul. You made eye contact and your hands brushed together, shocking you both. Paul gasped and you pulled away, feeling small under his gaze. You looked down at the picture and Paul stayed frozen in place.
You were taken aback by the image. It was of you and Paul from 8th grade. It was at your birthday party, and the last time you two had hung out before everything changed.
“It’s one of my favorite pictures.” Paul chimed in over your shoulder-“I keep it next to my bed because it helps me get through some of the bad days. Sometimes I wish that day would’ve never happened....that way, we would’ve never drifted apart. I hate that we drifted apart.”
Your breathing was slow, but your heart was erratically beating. You set the frame down and moved to the side so Paul could lay out your sleeping space.
“You can have the bed.” He spoke. He laid down on the ground just atop the blanket and bunched up his pillow under his head -“Please. I’ll be fine down here.” He assured you, noting the worry in your eyes.
You hesitated, not feeling right for him making such a sacrifice- “Maybe...maybe you could sleep up here with me.” You whispered. Paul sat up and looked for the certainty in your eyes before agreeing.
You laid down next to him on the bed, making sure there was enough space between you two.
You closed your eyes and as you began to drift off, you could hear the the shouting coming from next door. You slammed your eyelids closed but nothing made the voices go away.
Paul’s arm found its way around your torso and he gently brought you in closer to his body. The sound of his heart beat brought you an unexplained comfort, and the warmth from his body made a blanket unnecessary. You rested your arm ontop of his and closed your eyes once more.
“You’re always safe here.”
I’ll never get over the fact that Stephenie Meyer named Victoria, one of the main villains of the story, after her mother-in-law.
Every time you draw the Kwamis, I get intense Garfield vibes from an other fucking dimension.
these appeared before my third eye in a flash vision
i figured out a solution to the humans shitting at the cullens: they go into the bathroom and the cullens just stop breathing for a couple of hours i did it guys i cracked the code
why are you calling him green shrek?? shrek is already green??
No one is regular, everyone is extraordinary
Fixed
This post is a train wreck.
Why do you need to put ordinary? Shouldn’t it just be the words without the adjective?
I’m still out of it, y’all. Idk what’s wrong with me, but hopefully I’ll be back into writing this weekend...
SAM- Subway
JARED- Pizza Hut
PAUL- Taco Bell
JACOB- Chipotle
QUIL- Burger King
EMBRY- KFC
SETH- Dairy Queen
LEAH- Panda Express
Leah
Embry
Jared
Quil
Jake
Paul
Sam
Emily
Seth
no tea no shade no pink lemonade but like......it’s really interesting to see to all the nonblack ppl on here who can create memes abt jasper’s ugly confederate background for reblogs bc it absolutely could not be my black ass 😐

