i listened to the FULL Ray of Hope version the first time the other day, and i love the little clips from her other songs. At one point in the beginning I think someone says “let’s go for a ride!” which i immediately recognized from Traveling.
My mom came into my room and told me that my uncle was in the hospital. So i got all freaked out and asked her which uncle it was and then she said it was Uncle Greg.
AND I GOT REALLY CONFUSED
BECAUSE AS FAR AS I KNOW I DONT HAVE AN UNCLE GREG?
SO MOM EXPLAINS THAT ITS HER UNCLE, MY GREAT UNCLE GREG
AND HES GRANDPA JOHN’S BROTHER.
AND THEN SHE SAYS “so yeah hes in the hospital right now but ray is with him.”
And naturally i ask “whos ray?”
And she says thats his HUSBAND.
GAY UNCLE GREG
IM SITTING HERE
JUST FINDING OUT
AFTER 16 1/2 YEARS
THAT I HAVE TWO GAY UNCLES GREG AND RAY
morning!” the cheery barista at one of the on-campus cafés said, looking far
too awake for this hour of the morning. You, on the other hand, were barely
awake; you cursed your college composition professor and horrible time
management skills, which when coupled together, left you with an eight am
English class because you kept putting off registering for your classes until
the last minute. “What would you like?”
–” you said as you ran a hand through your hair,
trying to suppress the yawn that was trying to escape you. You tilted your head
up slightly to glance at the menu, but didn’t even bother to read it before you
looked back to the barista. “Just fuck me up.”
A chuckle escaped the barista’s lips at your words. You didn’t
doubt he had heard the same string of words at least once a week by a desperate
college student. “Alright,” he said, grabbing the largest cup size that carried
before turning to look back at you. “Any special requests?”
You put your elbows down on the counter, resting your head in
your hands as you looked at the barista, resisting the urge to close your
eyes. “Give me something with enough caffeine and sugar to get me through
two lecture halls.” You hummed for a second before you added, “with extra
“Gotcha,” he said with a smile as he moved away from the counter
to start concocting something.
must have dozed off for a split second, because suddenly there was a cup in
front of you. “Sorry,” you said as you reached for your wallet to pay for the
problem,” he told you before telling you the price of your “just fuck me up”
coffee. After you paid, he offered you a “good luck!” instead of “have a great
gave him a weak smile as you popped the lid off the cup and sucked up
some of the whipped cream, delighted to find that he had drizzled it with chocolate and caramel. You replaced the lid and ran your tongue over your lips, turning around and starting your trek across campus to your first class of the day.
you brought the drink up to your lips, you noticed the word HEY! written
by your thumb in tiny, messy capital letters. After taking a hearty gulp and
effectively burning the front portion of your tongue, you moved your thumb away
from the word to find a line the spiraled around the cup. You turned the cup in
your hands, following the line to an end at the tip of an arrow, which pointed
at more words that read I’ll fuck you up
anytime ;), accompanied by the name Luke
and a phone number.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, contradicting the smile that was perking up in the corners of your lips. “It’s too early for this.”
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