your bed. Your laptop you have since you were 16 years old is in front
Your conversation has just ended and silence has just settled in when he asks you
what you want to do after you graduate. It’s a question that’s become a filler
throughout the years you wonder when it’s genuine. You don’t see it in the way
he shuffles through his desk while asking—but in his pixelated knitted eyebrows and choppy, curious voice.
You say you don’t know, but he keeps asking. He keeps handing you jigsaw pieces, knowing
your hands have instincts. You manage to make a loosely-fitted puzzle and say you want to
write for a living. “You can do anything, babe,” he says. You see the little
sitting in a cubicle. Your laptop you have since you were 16 years old
is in front of you. You have been accustomed to the orange light over you but
still you crave for familiarity. You finally see how the “real world” writes but your laptop without a battery bothers you. You remember it has
been dependent on its charger for a year now. You want to tell him sitting
among writers and stylists strengthens your belief that words are powerful, but
he still hasn’t read your messages you sent 3 months ago.
sitting next to your new supervisor. Your laptop is no longer in front
of you. He asks you why you transferred here. You say you want to learn
something different and that you want to know what you really want after you
graduate. You didn’t tell him you want to forget.
Computers and IP’s are not your forte, but at least the crippling fear
that you’re only good at writing about old lovers doesn’t bother you anymore. You
have been sitting in the office for more than 3 hours now. You see an airplane
through the glass window and you catch your mind saying
“Take me to California” repeatedly.
“It’s not heading there,” you say as you turn away.
So a few months ago my ex broke up with me. The relationship was awful. We were mean to eachother and I was constantly depressed. And now I’m loving training to be a manager and I have someone who’s amazing in my life and treats me so well that it fills my heart when I ever I think about him.
If your relationship is bad try to fix it. I tried and tried and tried. I don’t regret trying. I did what I was supposed to do from my side to fix us and it just wasn’t meant to be. Don’t suffer because you think you’re in love, you might just be in a manipulative relationship.
My face is screaming at me because I ate forty pounds of peanut butter and chocolate covered pretzels on the weekend… so I decided I’d try a new cream based full coverage foundation which I like but I’ve realized will probably only ever look exceptionally good if I’m not wearing glasses (glasses ruin full coverage foundation this is known) and my hair is grey and greasy and I just???????? What in the heckening
This is a request from @scp-xxx for a drabble between her candy, Angel, and Kentin. I hope that you like it and if there is anything that you want me to change, please let me know.
Decorating definitely wasn’t Kentin’s specialty, and the fine skills needed for decorating baked goods really wasn’t his specialty. But Angel seemed to have a natural talent for it. Each and every cookie that she had decorated had it’s own unique design that had nothing out of place. Hearts, flowers, stripes, polka-dots, she could do it all. Looking at his next to hers had him wanting to give up.
Then he saw the look on her face. The concentration she was putting into it mixed with the wide smile that shone in his direction whenever she looked up at him. How could he want to stop what he was doing when there was someone as lovely as her next to him? He couldn’t. When he saw her like this he wanted to stay by her side forever and watch her during her happiest moments and hold her during the saddest. To him, her name explained exactly who she was: an angel.