the feel of the paper

you know. evolving from someone mortified of speaking up in class, calling to talk to strangers over the phone, and being the first to turn in a paper all happened because i literally told myself to Stop giving a Fuck. the person on the phone probably hates talking too. someone else in class needs me to stand up and turn in that paper so they can feel reassured. i have questions and FUCK YOU i’m getting answers. Fuck Everything. i can’t stop the adult process and i am also dying and i’m grateful that being nervous and shy was the last Fuck i had to give and now i officially have No More Fucks in my Fuck Arsenal and i hope that anyone else who feels like i used to feel knows that they are good and valid and hopefully will also someday no longer be burdened by the Fuck

Rock, Paper, Soulmate AU

All their life, Character A has been extremely excited to meet their soulmate, Character B. However, Character B is completely uninterested in Character A, firmly believing that their soulmate is Character C. Because of this, Character C feels like they’re caught in the middle of the worst rock-paper-scissors game in the universe because their soulmate is Character A.


This is my favorite Duran Duran song from their latest album Paper Gods. And I just feel like not enough people have heard it, so give it a listen! 

I know most people think Duran Duran is just an 80s pop band, but this song is only a year old and it wipes the floor with anything else being released today.

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.

Holy style inconsiscencies, Batman! I got stuck at at the station for an hour today without any drawing materials on me, so I nipped into WHSmiths to get myself a cheap-ass sketch pad and a mechanical pencil and hi-ho, Silver, away!