shuttleshark:

i jst… wanted to draw mido in an old timey stripey swimsuit… dnt ask…!!!!

shuttleshark:

i jst… wanted to draw mido in an old timey stripey swimsuit… dnt ask…!!!!

sullendeer:

my sloppy hand writing is disgusting i’m so sorry„„ but here is a doodled version of my lizard prince

sullendeer:

my sloppy hand writing is disgusting i’m so sorry„„ but here is a doodled version of my lizard prince

theotherwesley:

blue-author:

Oh my gosh, this gets better and better.

FRIENDSHIP

asa-chi:

-Yellow is the colour of happiness-

Done for ywpd_69min

juicyjacqulyn:

epic-vines:

Lil guy tried to meow!

Vine by: Papa Falcon

that is the face of a person who has just died from cute

blackbanshee:

schmorgyborgy:

I put my cat in a sweater

imageimageimageimageimageimage

oh. my. GOD.

kylodious said: Well, It’ll be a minute, I gotta spam play the battle mansion to get the items I need, and I do like a round a day to keep from getting burnt out. But yeah I can help with that.

~

Alrighty then.

kylodious said: Speaking of pokemon I’ll need your help with several trade evolutions in the future.

~

I can do that for you~! Just lemme know a time and I can arrange for that. I also might ask you to help me with doing friends to a friend letting her use my 3DS.

You hold what I’m giving her for whatever, then trade it to her with my 3DS? We’ve been meaning to do that for a while now.

Yooooo, how many of my lovely followers (Or buddies) wanna join a call on Skype and play Cards Against Humanity online or talk about fandom shit cause I’m lonely?

white-flag-idiot:

Seriously guys, pity me tonight. I’m wide awake, I can talk a bit and I just need some company.

We could…

  • Talk about anime (Yowapeda, Tsuritama, Free, Pokemon, anything), games (Whatever cause yeah)
  • Play CaH online and scream at other while I groan loudly cause can’t yell.
  • Sing the Love Hime theme together and other anime songs
  • Maybe stream me playing horror games for laughs
  • Whatever else I am so bored

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Message me for my Skype name or send me yooouuuuurrsssss~. <3

Yooooo, how many of my lovely followers (Or buddies) wanna join a call on Skype and play Cards Against Humanity online or talk about fandom shit cause I’m lonely?

Seriously guys, pity me tonight. I’m wide awake, I can talk a bit and I just need some company.

We could…

  • Talk about anime (Yowapeda, Tsuritama, Free, Pokemon, anything), games (Whatever cause yeah)
  • Play CaH online and scream at other while I groan loudly cause can’t yell.
  • Sing the Love Hime theme together and other anime songs
  • Maybe stream me playing horror games for laughs
  • Whatever else I am so bored

Message me for my Skype name or send me yooouuuuurrsssss~. <3

whatreference:

links—awakening:

THEME RESOURCE MASTERPOST hey guys i really like themes so here’s stuff that i have for thatthemes (mostly redux themes, in no order) { tukut | piikmin / pkmnblack2 | transapostate | dolleye | senpiez | reduxedits | koduck | maomu | tomkirk | peerrathemes | medicine | reduxthemes | shittierthemes | vulcanthemes | rotferkelthemes | owl-doll | basedthemes | borinq | starshrine | selmasthemes | yeageralert | toukos | yurimajesty | meroku | rillaz | drsofialamb | draftworu | zeldathemes | tiredpup | gumballtheprince | risahawkeye | zealpunch | he1975 | plurthemes | redspies | skywardsword | themes-are-rad | hiccupkind | zweilous | ashtonirwn } backgrounds { unsplash | tukut | tomkirk | snaappy | toukos | chipsprites | pigletlouis | pastel-backgrounds | coroncina | oessa | maito | seers (pkmn) | subtlepatterns | odetotheorbeez | nasa | tsumdere | mannly | bakura | backgrounds-baby | sirenknights | tomhiddlcston | peekachiu | adventuresofjimmyneutron (2) | koduck | ernoticon | rillaz | nyooms | nyooms (2) | tukut (2) | germball | sceneriies | pixelscenery | backgrounds-bby | princess-leijon | pojii | anime-backgrounds | anime-backgrounds (2) | fetch-backgrounds } pixels { engrampixel | pixel-diary | pixeliette | fruchtgummi | pixel-dreams | pixel-soup | adventuresofjimmyneutron | pixelsplease | squidderydoo | acnl everything from welcometoathena | pkmn gen 6 sprites from pkparaiso | all pkmn sprites from pokecheck | pokemon-personalities | studiopixels | perfect-pixels | pixelshiba | nonty | pixels—galore | pixel-fagg0t } resource blogs (linked to their navigation pages) { squidderydoo | -jigglypuff | adventuresofjimmyneutron | 17px | yourreferences | skyref | rillaz | whatreference | pixels—galore } misc. { 'theme decoration' masterpost from peerrathemes | cursor tutorial by asdfghjkl-tutorials | updates tab masterpost from ashtonirwns | cursor masterpost from suppisunthemes | music player how-to from zuvia | favicons from nonty | favicons from pixels—galore }
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//5 hours later//
well there ya go. if there are errors, or if you want something of yours removed, send me a message. thanks guys!header pixel by brbaltering

whatreference:

links—awakening:

THEME RESOURCE MASTERPOST

hey guys i really like themes so here’s stuff that i have for that

themes (mostly redux themes, in no order)
{ tukut | piikmin / pkmnblack2 | transapostate | dolleye | senpiez | reduxedits | koduck | maomu | tomkirk | peerrathemes | medicine | reduxthemes | shittierthemes | vulcanthemes | rotferkelthemes | owl-doll | basedthemes | borinq | starshrine | selmasthemes | yeageralert | toukos | yurimajesty | meroku | rillaz | drsofialamb | draftworu | zeldathemes | tiredpup | gumballtheprince | risahawkeye | zealpunch | he1975 | plurthemes | redspies | skywardsword | themes-are-rad | hiccupkind | zweilous | ashtonirwn }

backgrounds
{ unsplash | tukut | tomkirk | snaappy | toukos | chipsprites | pigletlouis | pastel-backgrounds | coroncina | oessa | maito | seers (pkmn) | subtlepatterns | odetotheorbeez | nasa | tsumdere | mannly | bakura | backgrounds-baby | sirenknights | tomhiddlcston | peekachiu | adventuresofjimmyneutron (2) | koduck | ernoticon | rillaz | nyooms | nyooms (2) | tukut (2) | germball | sceneriies | pixelscenery | backgrounds-bby | princess-leijon | pojii | anime-backgrounds | anime-backgrounds (2) | fetch-backgrounds }

pixels
{ engrampixel | pixel-diary | pixeliette | fruchtgummi | pixel-dreams | pixel-soup | adventuresofjimmyneutron | pixelsplease | squidderydoo | acnl everything from welcometoathena | pkmn gen 6 sprites from pkparaiso | all pkmn sprites from pokecheck | pokemon-personalities | studiopixels | perfect-pixels | pixelshiba | nonty | pixels—galore | pixel-fagg0t }

resource blogs (linked to their navigation pages)
{ squidderydoo | -jigglypuff | adventuresofjimmyneutron | 17px | yourreferences | skyref | rillaz | whatreference | pixels—galore }

misc.
{ 'theme decoration' masterpost from peerrathemes | cursor tutorial by asdfghjkl-tutorials | updates tab masterpost from ashtonirwns | cursor masterpost from suppisunthemes | music player how-to from zuvia | favicons from nonty | favicons from pixels—galore }

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//5 hours later//

well there ya go. if there are errors, or if you want something of yours removed, send me a message. thanks guys!
header pixel by brbaltering

cottonbun:

Some Pearl doodles. Today was not a good day for drawing.

royalcrossing:

chocolat-crossing:

why the hell would you do this to me im deleting

at least they centered it

supertrout95:

seeing your NOTP (that you hate) on your dash, but understanding that it’s their opinion and ur not a hater

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addictofthefandom:

officialtrojancondom:

weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:

vonmunsterr:

ghostsneverleave:

insanihty:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:


livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:


“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.
Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.
"Mine has always been at 0 too."
And that’s when you know…

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair5 seconds: i give the man my money0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

I looked around frantically in the crowded concert, the house music making my entire body vibrate in rhythmic waves. Bodies pressed against my own sticky skin, and I couldn’t for the life of me discern who might be my soulmate. Faces were masked in darkness, and I never felt so anonymous. How would she ever find me?
Every bodies wrists were covered, a trend that made finding your soulmate both calculated and spontaneous. Looking at those wrists waving sporadically in the air, lights flashing psychedelically, I felt the smallest wave of confidence surge within me. That courage was all I needed.
As the numbers counted down, my knitted bracelet long forgotten, I shimmied and danced my way through the crowd, dodging drinks and flailing arms. Something in my chest started swelling, like a piece of my heart was missing all this time and only now have I found that final part. It was amazing, it was a rush. I never wanted to let go of this feeling of completeness and, it dawned on me, I’d never have to. 
I could feel her presence like I could feel the presence of a finger or a strand of hair. It felt almost as if she was a part of me.
Lights exploded into a mirage of color, illuminating the crowd. There she was, her pbr can still half full and her hair messy from copious amounts of head banging. The tattoo on her hip spelled out “obsession,” and I was determined to find out what that meant to her. I moved closer, until we were only a breath apart. Why did she look so confused?
Eyebrows knit together, I pull back her wristband to show her that row of zeroes, explain to her the gravity of the situation.
0026d 05h 54m 09s
My ears felt like they were submerged in water, the concert blocked completely from my mind as I processed this. Her wrist pulled itself from my limp fingers, and the wrist band returned to its rightful place on her arm. 
Was this what a heart shattering felt like? Because it felt like a mallet to the chest. It felt like the cocktail I drank was a mix of forlorn and helpless and it just kicked in now. “How,” I whispered, tears swelling up and running down my cheeks. She flashed me an insincerely apologetic look and left, her no longer illuminated silhouette swallowed by the crowd forever. 
She was my soulmate, yes. But I was not hers.

Welp…

addictofthefandom:

officialtrojancondom:

weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:

vonmunsterr:

ghostsneverleave:

insanihty:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.

Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.

"Mine has always been at 0 too."

And that’s when you know…

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair

5 seconds: i give the man my money

0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

I looked around frantically in the crowded concert, the house music making my entire body vibrate in rhythmic waves. Bodies pressed against my own sticky skin, and I couldn’t for the life of me discern who might be my soulmate. Faces were masked in darkness, and I never felt so anonymous. How would she ever find me?

Every bodies wrists were covered, a trend that made finding your soulmate both calculated and spontaneous. Looking at those wrists waving sporadically in the air, lights flashing psychedelically, I felt the smallest wave of confidence surge within me. That courage was all I needed.

As the numbers counted down, my knitted bracelet long forgotten, I shimmied and danced my way through the crowd, dodging drinks and flailing arms. Something in my chest started swelling, like a piece of my heart was missing all this time and only now have I found that final part. It was amazing, it was a rush. I never wanted to let go of this feeling of completeness and, it dawned on me, I’d never have to. 

I could feel her presence like I could feel the presence of a finger or a strand of hair. It felt almost as if she was a part of me.

Lights exploded into a mirage of color, illuminating the crowd. There she was, her pbr can still half full and her hair messy from copious amounts of head banging. The tattoo on her hip spelled out “obsession,” and I was determined to find out what that meant to her. I moved closer, until we were only a breath apart. Why did she look so confused?

Eyebrows knit together, I pull back her wristband to show her that row of zeroes, explain to her the gravity of the situation.

0026d 05h 54m 09s

My ears felt like they were submerged in water, the concert blocked completely from my mind as I processed this. Her wrist pulled itself from my limp fingers, and the wrist band returned to its rightful place on her arm. 

Was this what a heart shattering felt like? Because it felt like a mallet to the chest. It felt like the cocktail I drank was a mix of forlorn and helpless and it just kicked in now. “How,” I whispered, tears swelling up and running down my cheeks. She flashed me an insincerely apologetic look and left, her no longer illuminated silhouette swallowed by the crowd forever. 

She was my soulmate, yes. But I was not hers.

Welp…