kids signs


Cassandra starred at her. “You… you don’t want your baby?”

“It’s not my baby. It’s Mortimer’s baby. It can’t be our baby because he didn’t want to be an our or a we with me anymore. I don’t want anything to do with it, and I have been telling people that for months! Why isn’t anyone listening to me?”

“It’s just… we thought you’d feel differently when the baby was here.”

“Well I don’t. I had my lawyer draw up a new agreement. It’s just as before, except he Mortimer gets full custody and he won’t ever bother me about it, and I don’t get the money. I’ve signed. You take it home along with the kid, and have Mortimer sign it and then we’ll be divorced and he doesn’t ever have to deal with me again.”

“But Dina… what if you change your mind?”

“I won’t.”

“But-”

“I said I won’t!. Now are you going to do this for me, or won’t you?”

Cassandra nodded. “I will.”

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NAME - Rose

SINGLE OR TAKEN - Single 

CRUSH – Like a real, non-fictional one? Nahh 

FAVOURITE COLOUR - Blue 

MARRIED - Nope

WANT A KID –  Nope

ZODIAC SIGN - Virgo 

LAST DRINK – Water 

GLASSES - Nope

MAKEUP OR NO – Sometimes 

CATS OR DOGS - Cats

EVIL OR GOOD – Chaotic 

FAV SPORT – Hahhahahahahahh…no

FAV ANIMALS - Velociraptors 

WEIRD - Hellla 

DO YOU HAVE ANY HATERS -  Probably 

APPLE OR SAMSUNG - Apple 

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And anyone else who wants to! 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.