Dave is such a dork
Michael Jones~ The cutest Ragequit man ever!
i dont understand how a face like that could ever be accompanied by a temper like he has
“Ew Michael is gross”
sorry
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I just made a gifset of Burnie’s adorable little feet. If you stare at the first one long enough you become one with the universe
“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”
Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”
oh my god
I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.
I’m almost afraid to want it.
John Green, we’re waiting.
“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.
“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.
SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL
Plot Twist:
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”
I’M SCREAMING
FUCK IT GOT BETTER
MUCH MUCH BETTER
SCREAMING FROM THIS PERFECTION
He only smiled that beautiful smile you’d been wanting to see for months. You ran into his arms crying and he just held you there, caressing your back and whispering sweet things in your ear. You said that it was just too good to be true, and he simply grinned at you.
He told you how long he’d wanted to touch you and feel your body and you just blushed.
“You’re the one,” he stated and then he told you to close your eyes and count to ten. When you get to 9 … he disappeared. Standing in front of you is another man.
“Oh honey,” the man said sadly. I thought you were getting better. He slowly straightens from where you sit, brushing your hair back from your forehead and checking the clipboard at the foot of your bed.
“Everyone’s worried about you. You need to let go of this book and allow yourse;f to have real connections,” he says, taking the book from the shelf. He smiles sadly at you as he walks out of the small white room you were reading in, holding the book loosely. As he closes the door, the book falls open in his hand, and for a moment, you could have sworn the pages were … blank.
As you start to cry again, another attendant comes in with a small white cup of pills amd a glass of water for you to choke down with.
“It’s alright hon, don’t worry. The doctor will be back soon to make sure you’re okay.” The elderly woman pats your hand. “It’s all for the best. As soon as you let go of the story, you can go home! Won’t that be nice?” she pats you one last time, leaving you alone once more in the sanitary white room.
NO NO NO
