I thought they were similar
I take it back. They’re not similar….
“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.
reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
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.
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?
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.
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.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
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.
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.”
xD, love, can i keep it?,
”Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…..and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal…Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.”
i think i found my favorite tumblr ever
i feel like being with liam would be a constant power struggle like you would want to be on top but he’d toss you back on your back and make you fight harder to get on top wow damn that would be hot
Just so we’re clear if I say “shut up” and you say “make me” I am instantly thinking about making out with you
finals getting you down?
here’s a post about Niall being a perverted teenage boy for your troubles (✿◡‿◡✿)
@zaynmalik: Just talking to my Main man Aiden G to the GRimshaw
@Harry_Styles: @Mr_Grimshaw call me this second!!
@Louis_Tomlinson: @Mr_Grimshaw Missing you baby cakes !
@Mr_Grimshaw: I love you babycakes! your mum text me last night!
@Louis_Tomlinson: not only was he one of my best friends he was one of the best singers in the competition.