One thing I’ve never been able to explain is the intense Deja Vu that hits me. Sometimes I’ll go months without this. On bad days. Hours, minutes. I wonder if it’s a part of my dissociation issues.
But be it in a dream or my past. I have lived this exact moment i just had. Same outfit, same hair, glasses smudged the same, object in hand, music in earbuds. Same train of thought, feeling something of importance with one of my current best friends. Something of so much importance, the results of me forgetting again will be catastrophic.
But no? Last time I had this specific instance, I didn’t have this shirt, or even similar hair. I wasn’t even close to this friend. But it was the exact same feeling, same time of year. I can place it nearly down to the day three years ago when my thoughts went along the same path and I feel like I have lived this moment dozens of times.
Or yesterday's experience at work? Hit me so hard in the middle of making a drink I had never heard of before in my whole almost two months of being a barista. But I stood there, almost nauseous, but I knew the drink. I’d never heard of it. But I checked with the recipe and I had everything correct down to the slightest detail. I had no prior knowledge of the drink, especially since it was some complicated seasonal thing.
Or years ago, one of my first actual conversations with the almost girlfriend. Had to step away mid sentence because I was so convinced that no, we had that conversation just days earlier down to the exact word, down to that exact same dorky smile she’s given me since day one.
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there was something to be said about the fact older bf!simon made such a good house husband.
“i forgot my lunch :( ”
“forgot to make it or bring it?”
“both?”
“on my way”
because the next thing was your coworkers slowly raising their heads to the sound outside your office, a throaty rumbling of an engine right outside the doors.
not a car, motorcycle maybe? question affirmed when it revved twice.
they shot you confused looks when the sound made your ears prick up, a sweet smile on your face as you trotted out the front of the building.
behemoth of a man sat astride a motorcycle. his leathers added bulk but there was something about him that said he was big enough without them.
he watched you walk over as he raised the visor on his helmet, the black one with a ghostly image of a skull painted across it.
your coworkers pressed to the windows, trying their best to hide behind the curtains and potted plants but failing all the same.
the man pointed to his face as you got on tip toes to press a kiss to his nose through the balaclava he had under the helmet.
“don’t make it a late one, alright?”
“yessir”
as you gave him a haphazard salute, he reached behind to give you a pat on the backside before he stood to retrieve the brown paper bag he’d been carrying.
lunch in hand, you lean in to press a kiss to the visor he’d just lowered- right on top of the lipstick print that sat in the corner of it.
the print that looked a lot like your lips.
the helmet never leaves the back of you as you walk towards the office, your coworkers scrambling to not get caught staring.
you didn’t mind, just smiled as you reached into your lunch bag and retrieved a sandwich. the one that was cut perfectly into the shape of a heart.
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It’s been 5 years since I got this card from a hibachi chef
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please only answer if you’re old enough to legally drink where you live
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do you ever look at your calendar and wonder how you’re supposed to get anything done in time like it is physically impossible to do all of that
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I mean I get that’s it’s not the only contributing factor, but I’m curious exactly how much of the shelter dog over-population problem is actually due to poor dog ownership/management vs the housing crisis and economical stress. I’d be willing to bet by investing in social programs that give people the resources they need to care for their pets (cough cough affordable and free housing cough cough) that the amount of pets in shelters would dramatically drop. We can all sit here pointing fingers and screaming at each other until we are blue in the face, but if the owners basic needs are not being met, how can we hold them to a basic standard for their pets?
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