I can not count the number of times this trick has saved my ass.
And people say Tumblr doesn’t teach you life skills…
this will come in handy one day
ATTENTION GRADUATING CLASS OF 2013: COLLEGE SURVIVAL 101
Reblogging for future reference..
Dinner simmered happily on the stove, the spicy scent of gumbo filling the air. Lacey turned to get a beer from the fridge when the calender caught her eye. A red circle around a date. Wouldn’t mean much to anyone but her. It was just a reminder for her, but that date had come and gone without anything happening.
She stared. Three days ago it was circled but nothing had happened. She was regular. Like clockwork. Every 30 days, no matter the amount of stress or upheavals in her life. Nothing had made her late. Shock drained all the color from her face as that red circle stared back at her. Her mind immediately screamed NO. It wasn’t something she was ready for. Not at all. And neither was Dave.
Lacey sank down into a chair, the beer forgotten on the counter. Dinner was forgotten too, until the smell of the gumbo clinging to the bottom of the pot hit her nose. She immediately was up and sliding it from the burner. Of course, she burnt her hands in the process. “Fuck!” she screamed as the lid fell from the pot and gumbo slopped over the sides. Lacey turned to run cold water over her hands, the pain not too bad, but tears coursed down her cheeks anyway.
That was how Dave found her when he got home from the store; tear streaked with red welts on her hands. She looked up from the sink and muttered two words, “I’m late.”
you’re open to roleplay the following:
● abuse ( emotional, physical, drug etc.)
● crime ( murder, kidnapping, theft etc.)
● action ( fighting, races, weapons etc.)
● relationships as ( enemies, gangs etc.)
‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
‘fuck if i know’
'who cares we're mad cute'
coffee and cigarettes "She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.”