(Source: fuckiminmy20s)
| getting ready for school in the morning: | sits on my bed without a shirt on for 10 minutes thinking about how much I hate school | actually irene i dont actually do this. dont kill me |
I passed him every day on my way to my photography class. He sat on these stairs I had to climb to get to my building and appeared to be in deep thought. He was rather cute I thought, so I would always go out of my way to smile or wave at him when I walked by. He never seemed to notice… or so I thought.
I decided to approach this beautiful almost model like guy one afternoon. He looked rather concentrated on something far away.
“Can I take a picture of you?” I asked finally. I felt like I had been staring at him past an average passerby’s limit.
He didn’t react for a while. But after a few seconds he turned his head slowly toward me. “Uh huh what? Sorry, I didn’t see you there,”
“Oh thank god,” I breathed to myself. “Can I uh, take a picture of you?” I asked. “See I’m on my way to my photography class and you look just like…” I trailed off because he had looked away again.
He looked back at me. “Sorry, but I look just like what?”
So he had been listening to me ramble.
“Oh, well, you just—perfect.” I blurted out a little too quickly. I was sure my face must have turned bright red.
He smiled a little and nodded. “Sure, I don’t see why not,” Then he turned back to what he had been looking at… what he always looked at.
I got my camera out and pointed it at him and took a couple shots, but it just wasn’t there. Through my lens I could tell something about him just wasn’t… right.
“Are you ok?” I asked suddenly.
“I—uh—its—I’m fine,” He said his face falling for a second and he looked almost pained before he regained his composure again. There was something he wasn’t saying.
“I’m Alysse,” I finally said breaking the silence as he just sat there continuing to stare off into the distance.
“I’m Shane” He said.
I sat down next to him and proceeded to stare off in the direction he was hoping to find something interesting.
“Aren’t you going to be late to your photography class?” He asked.
“I don’t mind,” I said.
We were silent for what felt like ages until he finally spoke up. “You must think I’m really weird don’t you?”
“Why would I think that?” I asked.
Taking a deep breath he said, “I don’t know… you probably see me sitting here all the time and wonder why,”
“Well yeah, but I don’t think you are weird,” I replied.
There was another long silence.
“I’m waiting,” He said after a while.
“For what?” I asked.
“For who.” He corrected. “I’m waiting for someone.”
“Oh? Who might that be?” I asaked.
“Well… I’m not so sure,” He sighed. “Its just my dad, he told me right before I went off to college, if ever I was lonely I should wait right here, and someone would eventually come to keep me company.”
“That’s… interesting.” I said.
“Well, it’s how he met my mother, so I’m just hoping it will work out for me.” He said, and for a while he didn’t look back into the distance, he just looked at me and it felt… right.
He eventually looked back into the distance and my heart sunk. I was about to get up and leave when he said “—but I think I’m done waiting,”
I smiled. “Are you now?”
“Yes” he nodded decisively.
“Good, because I’m starved, let’s go get something to eat.” I said.
Then he took my hand in his and smiled really big back. “I know this really great burger joint!” He said.
And in my head I knew that was probably the place his dad took his mom when they first met too.
stalking my irene tag is literally one of my favorite things to do.
| Me: | dude i'm a fucking piece of shit |
| irene: | He's not that bad |
| irene: | oh "a fucking" not "fucking a" | nice. |
if you died
i woudln’t do either of those.
i’d die, to be with you
i really like stickers but at the same time i don’t because once you stick them somewhere that’s it, it’s finished, and i’m just not emotionally stable enough for that responsibility
(Source: lilbfan)
Someone told me they thought I was likely to be the next person in our friend group to have sex or something…
I don’t know if that is necessarily true, but I’ll take it.
Even though I have the sex appeal of a potato.
i sat here and said “hermmm thats an interesting perspective….. OH PHOEBE hahah lol, NOOO IRENE YOUR BEAUTIFUL, dont have sexxxxx”
why do u want to know what i think?????
Why I Hate Reading Maps
My two babies surviving the hurricane :)
| Irene Brooksher: | isabel is having boy commitment troubles and its really relatable at this time because we both seem to be after the same relationship ethic, just different forms of innocence |
