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I guess at the back of our mind, we all knew it was only a matter of time, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little freaked. I’ve walked by that exact spot on Westminster Bridge so many times. But I’m so heartened by how rapid and organised the emergency response was. We’re gonna keep doing our thing, London. 

would’ya look who it is

Today.

I woke up this morning, went to work, treated myself to a nice lunch and thought about what I was going to do later. I was going to post a new chapter of ‘Lockdown’ and my friends would come over. All in all I thought it was going to be a good day. 

Then the terror attack in Westminster happened. I was listening to the radio when a news bulletin was announced about sounds of gun fire near parliament. I checked BBC news and saw reports of a stabbing of a police officer and it all sunk in. 

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anonymous asked:

I just saw the news. Are you ok? X

i’m guessing this is about london anon, in which case it’s very sweet of you to think of me, but i don’t live there, and i’m so so lucky and incredibly thankful tonight that all of my friends and family who do live or work in the city are safe. i think my brain is still in a state of shock and i can’t really put it into words that don’t sound completely stupid right now but there are individuals and families out there tonight who aren’t as lucky and all i can think of rn is everyone who has been affected by this. ❤

The saddest thing with these senseless acts of violence, is ultimately that it’s not just a score (in this case, 4 or 5 I think) people who are dead. It’s that somewhere, whether now or in the next few minutes, someone’s going to get the hardest phone call of their lives. There are people waiting at home who won’t find out till tomorrow morning. Kids who are too young to understand where dad or mum has gone. Pets who won’t understand why their owner never came home.

These things have aftermaths too. I can’t imagine the fallout for those left behind, but my thoughts are with them too, tonight.

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.