It's actually weird that Eleanor's not in Miami. This weekend is a big deal for Louis both personally and professionally. He should want her there. She has the availability and resources to be there. His friends would certainly understand her being there. If you have the opportunity to support your significant other on a big occasion, you take it.
things that house buying/renovation shows made me realize about the world:
- everyone hates carpets. no one wants their feet to be comfortable. no one wants them to be warm. no one wants to be able to lounge on the floor. they all want to throw their back out on hardwood. - everyone hates walls. i thought that houses having walls was normal, but everyone wants the only walls to be around the bathrooms and the bed rooms. children cannot leave your sight or they will be sucked into oblivion. you need to be able to see through the entire house and into hell. - people demand double vanities. when you’re a couple, apparently you have to use the bathroom in tandem. you get shackled together and you’re brushing your teeth at the same time, there are no other options available so you NEED two sinks. - showers must be separate from the tub. not counting people with disabilities and the elderly, i don’t understand why people can’t stand in a tub and take a shower. my whole life i thought tub showers were normal but apparently they are for peasants who don’t deserve to do cartwheels in their 10 by 10 shower stall. - people don’t have kitchen tables, they have islands. they need them for cooking prep, which is impossible to do at a table. they also need them to eat at in absurdly tall stools, despite the fact that the breakfast nook is 10 feet away and the dining room table is 15 feet away through their open floor plan. - stainless steel appliances are the powerhouse of the home.
hey guys, just thought i’d whip together a list of some of my favourite authors most motivational quotes. i especially love using these in bullet journal spreads. hope everyone is having a wonderful new year!
“we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”
“always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much”
“with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?”
“to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance”
“be yourself; everyone else is already taken”
“to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exist, that is all”
“it is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it"
"you can never be overdressed or overeducated”
“yes: i am a dreamer. for a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”
"there is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it"
“power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare”
“happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it”
“the cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month”
“to live without hope is to cease to live”
“i am tomorrow, or some future day, what i establish today. i am today what i established yesterday or some previous day”
“a man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors… are the portals of discovery”
“he found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible”
“life is the great teacher”
“the sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on”
“there are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”“a loving heart is the truest wisdom”
“i ask only to be free. the butterflies are free”
“we forge the chains we wear in life”
“an idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself”
“no one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else”
“start with what is right, rather than with what is acceptable”
“anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old”
“logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live”
“a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us”
“believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made”
“my ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me”
“we sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars”
“if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin”
“time sometimes flies like a bird, and sometimes crawls like a worm, but people may be unusually happy when they do not even notice if time has gone quickly or slowly”
“don’t be ruled by others; to belong to oneself- the whole savour of life lies in that”
“we’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves”
“happiness can exist only in finding acceptance"
"the essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection”
“freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear”
“laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face”
“music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent”
“curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery”
“to learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark”
“to love beauty is to see light”
“adversity makes men”
“our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds”
“there is nothing like a dream to create the future”
“all the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come”
JACKSON WANG WITH GLASSES APPRECIATION POST (a.k.a my aesthetic)
Let me bless your dash really quick with some pictures of one of the most precious people on this earth. The Wang and only (see what i did there ;) ), my King, Jackson Wang. Grab a water bottle and take a seat because you’re going to need to quench that thirst soon.
Are you ready? Ok, LET’S GO Im not ready myself
Jackson with glasses + suspenders combo OMFG kick me pls
My cute King ♥
Why does he look like Jonghyun from SHINee in this pic below? lol
I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence.
I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Joy/hopeful: 99 Revolutions, 21st Century Breakdown, Carpe Diem, Forever Now, Good Riddance (Time of your life), Holiday, 21 Guns, King for a Day, Last of the American Girls, Minority, Ordinary World, Outlaws, Revolution Radio, See the Light, Somewhere Now, Still Breathing, Sweet 16, Waiting, Welcome to Paradise, ¡Viva la Gloria!
Love: 1,000 Hours, 80, 2,000 Light Years Away, Dry Ice, Fell for you, Hearts Collide, Last Night on Earth, Missing you, Only of you, Redundant, Scattered, See you tonight, Stay the Night, Sweet 16, The one I want, Whatsername, When it’s Time, Youngblood
Anger: Bab’s Uvula Who?, Brat, Christian’s Inferno, East Jesus Nowhere, Letterbomb, F.O.D, Ha Ha You’re Dead, Having a Blast, Horseshoes and Handgrenades, Kill the DJ, Know your Enemy, Platypus(I Hate You), Say Goodbye, Take Back, You Lied
Confusion: A Little Boy Named Train, Are We the Waiting, Armatage Shanks, Coming Clean, Going to Pasalacqua, Jaded, Knowledge, Loss of Control, One for the Razorbacks, One of my lies, The Static Age, Too Dumb to Die, Walking Contradiction, Why do you want him?, X-Kid
Sadness/Pain: Amy, Give me novacaine, Macy’s Day Parade, Misery, No one knows, Outlaws, Pulling Teeth, Restless Heart Syndrome, Wake Me Up When September Ends, Whatsername, Words I Might Have Ate
Pity/Desperation: Brutal Love, Church on Sunday, Emenius Sleepus, Hitchin’ a Ride, Lazy Bones, Misery, Murder City, Oh Love, Paper Lanterns, Pulling Teeth, The Forgotten, Walk Away, ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)
Disgust: 86, All the Time, Jackass, Nice Guys Finish Last, Platypus (I hate you), Prosthetic Head, Reject, Sick of Me, Stuart and the Ave., The Grouch
Bored: Christie Road, Last Ride In, Lazy Bones, Longview, Rest, Rotting, Sassafras Roots, Tired Of Waiting For You, When I Come Around
Afraid: 16, Don’t wanna fall in love, Don’t leave me, No Pride, Peacemaker, Road to Acceptance, Troubled Times, Warning, X-Kid, Working Class Hero
Anxiety: Basket Case, Brain Stew, Burnout, No Pride, One of My Lies, Panic Song, Stuck With Me, Suffocate, Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?
Alone: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, Castaway, Disappearing Boy, Jesus Of Suburbia, Misery, Missing You, Suffocate, Walking Alone
Jealousy: Chump, In The End, Nice Guys Finish Last, Paper Lanterns
you make waking up at 4 am worth it.
and waking up beside you makes the
butterflies in my stomach flare up.
exploding of orange and pink
as it overcomes my blues and purple.
just like sunrise. you are my sunrise.
your touch crawls inside my body.
tingling every inch of my temporal soul.
your baby blue eyes
gives me warmth and joy.
just like sunrise. you are my sunrise.
then you wrapped me in your arms.
your presence became my blanket of security.
i felt like home as we watch the world together.
then you said I’m the only one in
this world that matters.
then you kissed my lips
and i touched your face.
and our souls danced together
as we become one.
and when you look at me
you reach my deepest trench.
and when i look at you
i see an embodiment of paradise.
you said i touched your oceans.
i said you touched my skies.
and the world witnessed everything.
i am your twilight and you are my sunrise.
Every single decision I make from here on out is going to be guided by love. I will not let a bully dictate the state of our world, because as a population we are stronger than that. We are only as strong as we are united, and weak as we are divided. Stand up for your fellow humans, especially those belonging to minority groups. Fight for what we know is right. Protect one another, live with compassion and give your fellow human - regardless of race, gender, spirituality, sexuality and yes, political views - kindness. The only way we can heal the world is by coming together. Be the change you wish to see, spread your light as far as you can.
It seems that when people have actual problems you suddenly forget all about 'magic' and just tell them to seek real practical solutions
Because this isn’t Harry Potter and it’d be stupid not to.
Magic doesn’t solve all your problems. A job spell doesn’t mean anything if you never send out resumes. All the wards in the world don’t replace a lock on the front door. A friendship spell is going to have a hard time manifesting if you never leave the house. A protection amulet isn’t a brick wall that’s going to stop someone coming at you with a knife. All the prayer circles in the world don’t do anything for communities ravaged by natural disaster. We live in a world that is both physical and metaphysical, so why would a solution be only one or the other?
People interpret magic differently. I see it as often tilting probabilities: a job spell would nudge an employer’s attention to your resume, a ward will make intruders feel that maybe they don’t need to rob you after all. You don’t chant for a while and then sit back and expect the universe to do everything else for you, and in cases where someone is being abused or has health conditions – which is usually when we bring out the mundane advice over the magical on this blog – hell yes you do everything you possibly can.
Sure, there are exceptions: a friend might recommend you for a job without you ever stepping foot outside the door, for example. But there’s a reason every experienced magical practitioner I know or whose
texts I’ve read emphasize that a) magic alone doesn’t solve everything,
and b) you’ve got to do the physical work, too. As a professional spirit worker once explained to me, her wight
protected her on magical and spiritual planes, not physical, because
that part was her job.
A witch – in my opinion – should be, above all other things, practical, and the work doesn’t end when the candle burns out.
- mountain hound
The way magick works for me is in shifting probabilities. You can increase or decrease the probability of something happen but working with small probabilities it’s extremely hard for it to matter. It’s like adding a teaspoon of water to a lake and complaining that you don’t notice a difference. Mundane things help shift the probabilities even more in my favour. Without the mundane helping it along a lot of times your magick won’t add up to shit.
Our first swim was the last swim of summer.
You said I needed boys that
Smelt like the sea;
Now that they are gone
And you are right
Memories lurk down by the wooden boats.
Things I didn’t know about;
I hate not knowing everything.
It is a reminder that the world exists without me,
That I am not a part of everything.
If only I had known then
You can only romanticise something when it’s gone,
Like some kind of consolation prize for your loss.
I will shut my eyes, open my legs
And view the world as I see it.
I find myself wishing there was only one place
I had ever known you
So I could destroy it.
There are too many places that have part of me.
We drove back the following night and you said
We had won
And I knew by you saying it that we hadn’t.
here i was, a universe of my own,
full of stars and stardust swirling
around me like a tempest of creation,
so full of everything a girl
could possibly dream of and yet,
too spread out. i’ve always wanted forever
at my fingertips without
fear of spreading myself
but now, for all of those grandiose
dreams of extending into eternity,
you have condensed the world into
a single point: namely, the one
where my lips meet yours;
can’t you see what you’ve done to me?
you’ve taken a galaxy of a girl and
given her something to collapse into.
and now i am a single point of singularity,
of infinite possibility, only waiting for
you to set me alight.
the only incompatibility i see is astrology and capitalism. the true purpose of the natal chart is so one can discover his talents, develop his passion, resonate strongly with his sense of self, and release his best qualities into the world. the idea is following your bliss so you are happy and make a living while exercising your joy. this is what you are HERE to do. astrology is the inner language that maps out a life direction that will celebrate your talents and teach you important lessons. a person with a tonne of virgo, pisces, and sixth house influence is probably here to work in health care. it FEELS good when they are in this industry because it vibrates with the same music as their soul. but maybe someone with a chart full of taurus and venus and neptune could be here to play music. but will he SURVIVE in this day and age if he plays music all day and does not participate in the working labor that brings in the money? can he really pour his talents into the guitar or the song book if he is forced to work 12 hour days just to get by? all his musical talent and passion is suppressed by the formula of modern day capitalism. or maybe he is profoundly intelligent, full of Sagittarius and ninth house planets and wants to be an academic. but he cannot afford higher education. he feels disconnected from his true self. he is working day and night and breathing but he is not truly living. it’s sad that chances are he can probably not change it right now. we are craving to exercise our joy in a world that is bound by materialism and the need to contribute economically to exist. his needs are neglected. i’m not turning this into an argument over whether or whether not capitalism is right or good. it’s the way its right now. astrologically, it makes it harder to follow the whims of our chart. this probably relates more to those who are here to practice in art, like writing, or painting, or even just those who want to work from home. there’s not many people in the world who can make a decent living doing an art, or being self ruling. this makes it hard. i’ve found people who are reflecting the direction of their chart in everyday life, prompted by astrology or not, tend to be more satisfied. it is a soul agreement after all. - cherry
To prove a point I just did what Lauren did. Sorry for the emotional fallout but I had to prove a point. Lauren is an emotional creature and she is very reactive. And as much as she may believe in what she is saying right now because of her emotions it doesn't mean that its the truth. Camren may not have been real in the sense of I'm your gf and you're my gf. But we didn't imagine those looks. We didn't imagine those touches. And we didn't imagine their chemistry. "Camren" may not have been "real" but Lauren and Camila's feelings for each other were.
I love you Lauren but the only one who believes you is you. And she is still going through a break up and her world is being exposed for all to see so I understand her defensive response. I also understand her want/need to protect Mila. Which is what I think it really boils down to. I’m not going anywhere. I love my Munchkins and I’ll be here as long as you guys are. 😘😘😘😘💕💕💕💕
The reader has built up walls around her heart, but Jughead is determined to break them down. Based on the requested song: World Behind My Wall by Tokio Hotel
Warnings: Mentions of abusive parenting, homelessness
A/N: I’m a terrible person.
they’re telling me
i believe them
but will I ever know
Dreams are a funny thing. They either show you what you want to see, or something you never want to experience. You weren’t exactly sure where Jughead Jones fit into the equation, but he was there nonetheless.
You hadn’t known Jughead that long either, truth be told you’ve only had one, maybe two conversations with him about schoolwork, but your brain must have taken a liking to him because every night, there he was.
It was the same every night. You and him would be looking up at the stars, and he would lift his hand and point to the brightest one.
‘That one was made for you,’ he would say, ‘the light in the darkness.’
I couldn’t seem to keep ahold of anything else from the dream, except that moment.
You didn’t really mind being asleep all that much, it was better than being awake.
A part of you felt like it was fate, that maybe these dreams were because you were connected spiritually or maybe you were even soul mates.
Or then it also might just be because you’re sleeping where he was just a few weeks ago. That’s right, you were homeless. Well, you could probably go stay with your aunt and uncle, but they lived all the way across town, and you would have to go to a different high school and that was not an option. Rumour had it is that Jughead was staying under the stairs for a while after the drive-in closed, until he went to go live with his best friend Archie. It seemed too perfect that your parents had to be assholes at the exact same time an abandoned place opened up right in the middle of the school.
Not even a day after Jughead had gotten all of his stuff out, you moved in.
It had been a long time coming, though, even you had to admit. Your parents weren’t the best, always out late, always working, always drinking. They never seemed to be sober anymore, always ignoring their real problems. They had probably cheated on each other so many times they lost count. They were emotionally abusive, picking on you for every little thing you did wrong in their eyes. Only problem was, you never knew which version of a parent you were going to get, so it was impossible to please them all the time. You had started staying out later to avoid them, your grades dropped to B’s and C’s instead of A’s because of your busy schedule, and when you came home with a tattoo on your 18th birthday that you had been talking about for the past three years, they about lost their shit, and said that they didn’t know you anymore. They said if that’s the way you were going to repay them for everything they had done for you then you might as well leave, so you did.
You didn’t have very many friends, at least none that you were extremely close to that you could ask to stay with as you just genuinely tried to be nice to everyone, and you very well didn’t want to live on the streets, so the school closet it was. It was four walls, and that’s all you needed.
You woke up early, just like every day for the past two weeks, to shower and get dressed before the rest of the school arrived. You stop your alarm clock for the 5th time and drag yourself out of bed. You grab your shampoo and towel and open the door. You’re still rubbing your eyes, when you run face first into a wall.
You step back to orientate yourself, when you realize that there wasn’t a wall there, there never had been. You open your eyes all the way to see none other than Jughead Jones staring back at you.
“Uhm.. hi.” is all you manage to mutter out, not sure what to do. You’re basically a deer in the headlights.
“Who are you?” he asks, dumbfounded.
“I’m (Y/N), the new homeless person living under the stairs! Didn’t you hear? The front desk is renting it out, 10 bucks a night!” you exclaim, trying to make light of the situation. Making fun of yourself and laughing at things is how you’ve learned to deal with everything, because as long as people were laughing with you they wouldn’t be laughing at you. (Y/N) was your name and sarcastic humor was your game.
“What?” he asks, not really getting the joke.
“I’m Harry Potter, I’m living the dream, pretend you never saw me.” you tell him, turning towards the showers to try to make a speedy exit.
“Oh no you don’t.” Jug says, grabbing your arm before you make it too far, “I know this routine all too well.”
“What routine?” you play dumb. You were a very observant person, always listening to things happening around you. Archie and his gang were famous around here, or at least that’s what it seemed like. You couldn’t help it if you got to school early every day to avoid your parents and just so happened to overhear his conversation with Archie about his living situation. It was all timing and coincidences.
“Are you living here?” he asks, an odd look of concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, the last guy couldn’t keep up with rent, so I thought it was a steal.” you joke, cracking a small smile.
He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you, no smile. It’s completely silent in the hall, and you swear that if a pin dropped, you would be able to hear it. Your smile disappears.
“All right, all right, I get it. ‘But (Y/N) can’t you go home? Don’t you have family? It would be so much better if you could just get along with your parents,’” you mimic, “I don’t have time for this. I have to shower before the sane people who get to wake up at normal times start arriving.” you tell him, finally taking your arm away from his grip.
You walk away from him, not turning around, because you know that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him everything.
That night you lay down to sleep, hoping that he will be there to greet you.
one day i will be
ready to go
see the world behind my wall
Lunch time was the only time you could be alone. You enjoyed the time, being able to sit and observe others, make up stories about what’s going on in their minds. You always imagined that their lives were actually put together. You loved to daydream. Sometimes you would sit and observe and daydream about having a best friend, someone to rely on. Of course, you had a few friends, you were nice to everyone, but you were always someone’s second choice. All of your friends seemed to have better best friends. A best friend and a not shit family was the most prominent thought in your mind, and so that’s what your daydreams consisted of.
You pick at your food, unable to eat most of it from the cafeteria. You had been getting free meals since you can remember, your parents not bothering to fill out any paperwork. The school just assumed you were poor, but it was food, so you couldn’t complain.
You’re in the middle of making up a story for a couple sitting on a blanket under a tree when a figure appears in front of you, casting a shadow over your face and blocking the view.
“Hey, this is quality TV, what are you doing?” you tease, motioning for them to move. Only when your eyes move up to meet theres do you realize that it’s Jughead Jones.
You roll your eyes, managing to smile slightly at the look he’s giving you. It’s almost like he was a disappointed, concerned husband.
He didn’t say anything, only sat down and started to eat his lunch. Since he didn’t respond you just kind of stare at him, and then look around to see if any of his friends are in this lunch period, and sure enough: Betty and Ronnie, Archie, and Kevin are all there.
So why was Jughead sitting with you?
Maybe he just wanted to be nice, because after all, he did just discover you the other day living in a closet in the school. This was probably his way of trying to be nice to you or something, so you let it pass. It was probably nothing in his eyes anyway.
At least, that’s what it seemed like for the first day.
Every day for a month, Jughead would come and sit by you. He wouldn’t say a word, he would just sit at lunch to keep you company. He also didn’t tell anyone about your living situation. He didn’t report it to the school, and he certainly didn’t tell his friends. Every now and again they would look over at where you were sitting with Jug and you knew they were probably talking about you both, but oddly enough you didn’t care.
Every night for that same month, Jughead would appear in your sleep.
‘That one was made for you,’ he would say about the star, ‘the light in the darkness.’
It was getting cooler out, and on a nice autumn day you had decided to finally ask him why.
Why did he sit with you?
You got to the table a little early that day, the crummy food from the cafeteria getting cold on your tray already. You anxiously look around, pulling your sleeves down over your hands.
You watch the same couple from under the tree, making up a new story than the one from yesterday and the day before. A familiar figure soon blocked your view.
“Hey, this is quality TV.” you would always say, his cue to sit down across from you, which is exactly what he did.
You sit in silence for a few minutes, picking over your tray once more.
You finally glance up, only to see him looking back at you. Did he always do that?
“So.. uhm..” you start, unsure of what to say. You’d been daydreaming about telling him for so long now that it was the real deal you weren’t exactly sure how to say it.
He just looks at you with expectant eyes, his mouth pinned in the straight line it always was. His hair curled perfectly underneath his signature beanie.
“Why are you sitting with me?” you blurt out, flinching at your own words. Your voice didn’t sound like yours at this time of day, you rarely use it.
“Hm?” he questions, raising his eyebrows.
“Why have you been sitting with me all this time? For the past month you’ve come here every day and just sat with me, not saying anything, I might add, and for what? Your friends are right over there, why sit with me?” you ramble, trying to avoid eye contact. Despite sitting with him every day you really didn’t know anything about him.
“I figured you might need some company. Someone to talk to, when you were ready. I figured, why keep thinking about it, when I could just do it? So I did.” he states plainly.
You’re speechless for a minute, not sure of how to respond. Your normal humor wouldn’t work, that seemed like such a genuine response.
“Well, I think I’m ready.” you say, finally looking in his eyes. You weren’t sure, but you were almost positive that you could see a hint of a smile playing on his lips as you both took a sigh of relief.
i’m ready to heal
i’m ready to feel
You tell Jughead everything. You tell him about your parents, your non-existent friends. Hell, you even tell him about the struggles of living in a cabinet under the school.
He just nods, listening to everything. He doesn’t judge, and seems to show interest in every detail of your woes.
When you are finally finished, he just looks at you for a minute, blinks a few times, and says, “Let me take you to Pop’s after school.”
You couldn’t say no, it’s not like you had any real obligations to attend to after school.
You smiled, excited at the possibility of an actual dinner.
The bell rings before you can respond.
He meets you out front right at the end of school, a smile on his lips as you walk down the steps.
“For a minute I thought you wouldn’t come.” he says as you begin the trail to Pop’s.
“And miss food? Are you insane?” you say with a chuckle. Your arms are swinging lightly in the wind, feeling free as you’re not confined to the small four walls you were used to.
He just smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulder bag behind his back. He starts kicking rocks along the road, trading off and even letting you kick some.
This continues the entire way there, giggling and laughing like you haven’t done in years.
In no time your at Pop’s, ordering burgers and milkshakes.
“I have a question.” you say, getting his attention. He has his laptop out, typing away.
“Hm?” he raises his eyebrow, the cue to continue talking.
“How did you know?” you look him dead in the eyes, the question burning in the air.
“I had a dream about it. About someone under the stairs. A girl. You.” he states, glancing up for only a moment, “I had to at least go check.” he admits.
“Why though? Why not just push the dream aside?” you wonder, seeing if you can get him to admit anything else.
“It would nag at me if I didn’t. And if I was wrong, I could move on. If I was right, which I was, I might add, then I knew that the universe was probably trying to tell me something.” he breathes out, the last part of the sentence so soft and airy you can barely make out the words.
Suddenly you get an idea. It’s crazy, and probably a little insane, but you have to try.
“Come with me.” you say, sliding out of the booth and grabbing his arm, just like he did to you the first time you had an encounter.
You lead him outside, back down the path and onto the football field, racing him. He is surprisingly fast, able to keep up with you. When you reach the field you turn to face him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, breathless. You were honestly surprised he keeps putting up with your antics.
“Just wait.” you say, releasing his arm and going over to the light box. You flip the switch, turning all the jumbo lights off, revealing the starry night above you.
“I’ve always wanted to see what this looked like for real.” you say as you walk back over to him.
He looks up at the sky, then back at you, and in this moment you know that you are going to tell this boy everything. You’re going to feel and you’re going to heal again because of Jug. You admit to yourself that you like him, but if you were being honest with yourself you knew you always had. You couldn’t deny it any longer.
“You see that?” he asks, pointing to the brightest star in the sky.
You nod as he takes your hands, making your heart skip a beat.
“That one was made for you,” he says, “the light in the darkness.”
You nearly have a heart attack at the words, speechless to say or do anything.
“What?” is all you can manage.
“(Y/N), you’ve been the highlight of my day for the past month, just sitting there and looking at you looking at everyone else. You were a mystery, and you still are, but somehow I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner, that I didn’t see you sooner.” he says, one hand going to cup your cheek, “Please, come stay with me.”
You lean into him, a huge smile on his face.
“Jug, I-” you begin, but he stops you by placing a kiss on your lips, bringing you close to his body. You feel safe, you feel loved, and you know that no matter what anyone says, the universe is somehow trying to tell you something.
You just hope you can remember that when you wake up.