table love

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.

I think my favorite part of the YOI fandom are the Victuri non-believers after all.

Victor and Yuuri could get married and they’d still be all like “I don’t know, man, they didn’t seem too convinced when they said their vows, and those rings are completely platonic, you know, that’s something two guys give each other all the time, and they didn’t show their kiss at that altar clearly enough so yeah, guys, they’re just reaffirming their friendship, can’t you tell? They’re married as best friends, alright, this show was just queerbaiting from beginning to end, there’s absolutely nothing gay about two guys promising to spend the rest of their lives with each other, y’all got played.”