m rey

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.

Luke is either gonna be Jokester Yoda Master or Salty Sad Ben Master in Episode 8. There is no in-between.

Although I personally would love it if he developed an Obi-Wan level of depressing sass.

“Back in my day, our Death Stars only destroyed one planet at time. This is just ridiculous.”

“Are we sure Han died? There may have been a vat of Carbonite down there. Someone go visit Jabba’s son, just to be sure.”

“Why did I choose Ahch-To? Well, I’ve been on planets of all sand, cloud, and ice, and I hated all of them. I thought maybe all water would be a good change of pace. It’s not. Get me the fuck out of here, my ship malfunctioned years ago and everyone thought I was being edgy when really I was just stranded.”

“Oh great, another helmeted murderer I’m related to.”

“Rey, pray to the Force that you’re not actually part of this family. Nobody wants to be part of this family.”

“If Yoda could do it at 900, I can do it at 60.” *promptly dies out of spite*

“Your friend is a stormtrooper, huh? You know, I was a stormtrooper once. Yeah. Yeah, I was great. Tallest one there.”

“There is no luck, only the Force… and the Force likes to be very unlucky around me.”

“Uh, thanks for bringing the lightsaber that holds only memories of pain for me, but I have my own. In green. With a custom handle. You can keep that one.”

“Just kidding, watch me duel-wield.”

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.