Well that was unexpected.
Heh love ya too and all that no-homo shit.
Yeah but fuck you for getting all responsible and being serious and shit.
Fucking lovely..
And the chances of me getting out…very unlikely.. Sweet.. I’m Mikayla, by the way.
I’m practically brain damaged but I do remember that from last time we meet, love.
I’m Brett, you probably don’t recognize me without half my face swollen.
Lisa flinched slightly, staring downwards still, “I-I’m not pre-pregnant. I n-never thought I was, b-but Nora ta-takes things.. I g-guess you could say o-out of pro-proportion? She got a p-pregnancy test,” she cringed as she said those two words, “and it was n-negative. No need t-to worry.” If she had been pregnant, her entire world would have come crashing down, Lisa would have hidden away from everyone. The first thing she would have done was tried to find a way to an abortion clinic. With the mind state she was in, she wasn’t really fit to be a mother.
Brett let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled her against him. Hugging her tightly. “Oh thank god.” Her brushed his hand through her blonde hair and kissed her head. “So…you’ve got a lot of people who care about you.” He smiled and slowly released her, tilting her chin up and smiling down at her. Her gentle, sweet face.
(via superiormordecai)
Oh I try. I have plenty of stuff to keep me occupied in this corner until I’m needed. I’m sure life’s been worse. You got a roof over your head, a friend or two, and possibilities.
Being a buddah? Heh, makes me feel slightly less fucked up. My best friend used to do it to me, so.
I know I’ve said it a millions times but I can’t fathom being without again, Jordan. I love ya, mate.
No homo. Okay… maybe a little bit. [Grabs his face and smooches him]
I’m aware that you meant yourself. Still a tad harsh.
I don’t think anyone expects you to at this point. That’s something you gotta handle and make plans for as time goes on, really. As for being broken… well we’re all kind of broken or we wouldn’t be here. But you’re not useless. You still have a purpose even if you don’t know what it is just yet.
You’re like mu pocket budda. Just chillin in the corner to give me sage like advice when my lift is in the shitter.
Does it ever get exhausting?
Lisa looked at him, baffled at what he just said, “I.. I didn’t t-tell her to co-come talk to y-you, I a-always tried to come s-speak to you, but you were always sl-sleeping.” She gnawed on her lip, looking down and murmured, “B-but, I’m sorry t-that she ca-came to talk t-to you. Especially in an ag-aggressive manner..” Her eyes stayed locked to the floor, her hand gripping her shirt sleeve.
Brett sighed softly and reached out to grab her hand. Pulling her close and resting his hand on her cheek, he brushed his digits across her cheek softly and winced a bit. “You really think you’re pregnant Anna?” The expression on his face as almost sorry for her but mostly concern for himself. She didn’t love Anna. He liked her a lot and she was a sweet person but they were far from soul mates.
(via superiormordecai)
I know exactly what you mean.. I’m starting to debate calling my lawyer and having him transfer me..
I mean…all I would have to do is throw a tantrum or start a fight and they would probably send me right back.. Either way, I won’t be out soon…
Start a fight and they will throw you into solitary sweetheart. I hate to break it to you once you are in here you’re stuck.
Well that was a bit harsh.
I was talking about myself, kid. It’s what I’ve become since I’ve come back. I’m broken. I can’t even walk around. I’m useless. I can’t do a fucking things right. I’m stupid. I probably got to only decent person in this place knocked up and…
I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do.
There is no way I’m going to bed anytime soon!
I wish you could! Maybe when you’re not so injured okay?
Yeah. How about you just tell me your name for now?
I bet it’s something that does your beauty justice.
(via withlove-emilie2)
