mitt romney has a crush on obama pass it on
honey is there something you’d like to tell me
let’s be honest when james and lily finally started going out sirius would have run into the great hall all out of breath and yelled it to everyone and everyone would have started clapping and some would be whispering, ‘well, finally’ and lily would have blushed and james would have been all flustered and sirius would have made eye contact with dumbledore and they would have nodded to each other in a knowing fashion because the mission was complete
[Dean randomly dies in the shower]
I THINK NOT
this changes everything oh my god
do you understand why it trips me out that people can drive 45 minutes and be in aNOTHER COUNTRY?
I drive for 45 minutes and im like
a city over
I live in “Italy” and took a day trip to go to “Austria” and “Germany”
Chums, that’s sweet, and all, but Australia just ate Texas for breakfast.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you aren’t a city over, you’re just 45 minutes away from the city.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you may not even leave the cattle station.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Canada you may not even leave your driveway.
If I drive 45 minutes in the us I’m just at another mcdonalds
If I drive for 45 minutes in Northern Ireland I’m 10 minutes into the sea.
I can’t drive.
this post turned out really weird
“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.
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.”
^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now
(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)
“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous.
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate.
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke.
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.”
OH MY GOD
I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.
The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.
I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.
I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
He spots her.
His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
1 second -
”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it.
The numbers have never changed.
They’ve always been at 0.
OH my God! I cried. You are all so wonderfully gifted.
Okay this is really fucking good and I like how there’s all of these different stories I think if someone wrote a book about this each chapter or so should be about everyone’s different stories and maybe they tie in together or maybe they don’t, but I feel like it should show how love isn’t always about finding your soulmate it’s about finding someone you truly love. I mean, your soulmate could literally be anyone! It’s not always perfect. You could meet your soulmate when your five and then what? You’re going to spend the rest of your life with that one person? I don’t find that fair, it doesn’t give the person a chance to love. What if you’re soulmate is actually a lot older than you or really young to the point where it’s illegal? None of this works out perfectly like everyone thinks and I would love to read a book that shows that imperfect love. Soulmates dont always come in forms of romantic relationships, they can be your best friend too. People always think of soulmates as people who we should be spending the rest of our lives with, but in reality we don’t even know who our soulmates are so how are we supposed to say that? For all I know my soulmate could’ve been JFK. Also, there is a tiny flaw in this watch business… There are 7 BILLION people on this planet I highly doubt that you and your soulmate are the only two people in the area who’s clocks are counting down at the same time, something might happen and you could get mixed up with the wrong soulmate!! But I really think someone should write a book about different people’s individual stories and how the handle this soulmate business if each story connected that’d be super cool too
I had been on the bus for days, from Kansas to Maine was a long trip with two many stops. I have lived alone for three years trying to avoid as much as I could. I would finally be meeting my father for the first time, not that that was any more important that my counter was getting nearer to zero each day. I had bought a new car two days ago and was now heading up to Caribou. Now that was something new, running towards the unknown with a purpose of staying.
My mother had run off when he proposed, they both knew they had found their soul mate, but she was always a runner. She even ran from her family in the United Kingdom. She had found out that she was pregnant, than he had proposed, it had been to overwhelming for her.
I had gotten a call from a post office in Aston, Iowa say that a department mail box was to full and needed to be emptied, it was there I had found letters from a G.H. Strider. How many Striders could there be that I was related to. I had found his address and went looking and today was the day I would meet him.
Sixteen hours, forty-seven minutes and 19 seconds. It was noon when I pulled into the drive of an enormous mansion around this palace was at least forty acres of forest, off to the side in a small clearing was a glass green house. In front of this place was an old marble fountain, the landscape was well taken care of.
I walked up to the and knocked, and waited, finally after about a minute a pampered priss-like woman in her early forties trying to look thirty answered the door. “Whatever you are selling, we aren’t buying.” Her voice was annoying, and she had what was clearly and alcoholic drink in her hand.
“I’m not here to sell anything, I would like to speak with Mr. Strider please.” She reeked of it, that obliviously wasn’t her first glass of the day.
“Sorry honey, he isn’t a pimp, nor is he a client. He’s got all that he needs here.” She hiccoughed.
“I’m not a whore, I would just like to speak with him.”
“There is no need to be insulting to the guests Margret. Hello, I’m Dr. Str-” He stopped speaking, his eyes widened. “Jamie.”
“Yes, Jamie was my mother. This therein makes me Amelia Elisabeth Strider. And I am only guessing that you are Gregory Holden Strider, my biological father?”
He gave a small nod, he seemed to unfreeze coming toward me, he placed his hands on both sides of my face as if seeing that I was, in fact, real. I could see his counter flashing zero and I wondered how long had he watched it flash. Would he sit and stare at it at night?
“Now don’t be ridiculous Greg.”The woman Margret pulled him back and started whispering frantically fast in his ear. He brushed her off.
“Amelia, would you like to come inside?” Greg was still awe struck, yet he guided me inside and leaving her behind began to walk me around the labyrinth that was this mansion. We talked and we walked around some more, he showed me the library and an art studio. “Would you live here, if I asked you to?” I was taken aback, I had only ever had myself after my mother died.”You don’t have to, I only thought that being your father and what seems you only living family, you might at least think about it.”
“I would like that greatly.” I hadn’t realized that that was what I had wanted, what I had always wanted, a home. And I told him this and he laughed.
“I’m sorry for laughing, it’s just that you sound so much like her, yet at the same time, nothing like her at all. You have her voice.” I knew what he meant, growing up I learned to talk from her with her Leeds accent. I looked down at the counter, there was no possible way I would be meeting anyone here, this house may be the largest building but there was hardly any town.
“I would like to know, when is your birthday?” He changed the subject.
“I’ll be 21 on the 21st of December.”
“Three months, well I think I can make up for 21 years in three months our I can at least try.”
He took me a few steps into a very cold right wing of the house telling me about the house and when it was built, how many fire places it had. Slowly he began to run out of things to say.
“If you have work to do you can go and do that, I don’t mind, in fact I would like to wander a little more.”
"I have just met my daughter and she is telling me I don’t have to be with her." He scoffed.
"I don’t mind being alone sometimes. It’s not like I’m not thrilled to have a parent around, I am." I was never good with others emotions, I was always one for isolation.
“Alright, just don’t get lost. We have dinner around seven.” He turned and left. Alone I walked farther into the abandoned right wing of the house, the farther I walk the colder it got, I pulled my thick wool cardigan closer around me. I saw rooms on the main floor almost preserved in time, as if the inhabitants just got up and left, all of it was clean except for a thick layer of dust, the dust muffled my boot steps. I kept glancing down at the counter embedded in my wrist almost never changing. Fourteen hours twenty-nine minutes and fifty-four seconds. Would my counter hit zero and nothing happen? I started toward a staircase to the second floor and down the hall there were bed rooms with small beds and large beds, sitting rooms. On the third floor at the end of the hall there was a room with a fire place and a large bed, it was beautiful. An Easel sat by a window that overlooked the green house and a servants entrance. I left these rooms to find my way back when I noticed the smaller halls that lead off in different directions, I followed them to find more rooms much like the others, some of them were completely empty while others were just storage space. I looked down at the counter, it was down to ten hours already, would he be looking at his counted now and wondering if he will ever meet me?
I left the right wing to go and find the kitchen, I was so hungry, I hadn’t eaten anything since the morning. Instead I heard shouting coming from what I suspected to be my fathers study.
“She is my daughter, I won’t throw her out, not after the life I have lived without her.”
“For all we know she is not even your daughter, she’s just here to take all your money and leave.”
“Then if she does is might go to a better place than it is now.” A sound of smashing glass ring through the empty hall outside the door. Knowing it was either a bottle of a tumbler that was smashed, Margret was enraged and began screaming unrepeatable words.
I thought it was about time to leave when I spotted a pair of brown eyes staring at me through a crack in a door, the door shut but the person behind, I thought, had to be about 5’4” and female by the shape of the eyes.
I skipped dinner with the family and found the room on the third floor with the view of the green house, I cleaned every inch of the room and replaced the pillows, sheets and comforter with my own and started a fire in the fire place. I sat there cross legged in front of the dancing flames in an old gray Breaking Benjamin Sweatshirt and black sweatpants trying to warm myself up, I turned off the light and crawled into bed with four blankets on top of me.
I tossed and turned, finally around four in the morning I got up put on some slippers and made my way down to the kitchen to make some coffee, if I couldn’t sleep I might as well work. The clock on the microwave shown 4:30 in the morning. I found the coffee and filters and put some water in and waited. Around 4:40 my coffee was done I rummaged in the fridge for creamer I sat on the counter. I felt like I was waiting for something, but every time I got close to figuring it out, it would fall away. The coffee was still hot, but it felt warm in my hands. Minutes ticked away, I glanced down at my counter one minute left. A soft blue emitted from my wrist, like a glow stick, not strong enough to see a foot in front of you but strong enough to see. Who would even be up this early in the morning? A deep rumbling sound came from outside and the sound of an older man speaking Russian drifted through the halls, something about coffe, followed by a younger man speaking back, the voice of the younger was coming closer. Footsteps came to the kitchen door before entering leaving the light off a hooded figure entered making his way around pulling off a pack and setting it on the counter and pulling out a container of coffee grounds.
“The pots still hot.” I watched as he whirled around looking for whoever spoke, his eyes were still adjusting to the darkness and I was against a windowless wall. “You’re a gardener?”
“Who’s there?” still searching I stay still knowing that movement would give me away.
“A ghost.” I can speak a little Russian.
He went to the light switch and flicked it on, turning around he met my eyes, a handsome tall and average looking twenty-ish year old guy with shaggy dark brown hair and green eyes with yellow flecks. There was still sand in his eyes, having woken up an hour or two ago, he wore a black worn hoodie and a pair of dirt stained jeans with a belt tied firmly around his waist, a pair of brown steel toed boots concealed his feet that were about a size 10 or 11.
Here I was looking at a boy who could potentially be my soul mate looking like a zombie holding a cup of coffee. He lifted up his sleeve to examine his arm then looked at me, then back at his arm. I glanced down it was flashing zero. Could this be him or had I missed my chance by leaving Lawrence.
“Hey Katniss.” He grinned walking over to me, now I understood why my mother had ran, my heart was pounding, how could anyone be so certain that the person they met was the right one. He could tell because he stepped away giving me space to breathe. “I’m Anton, could I ask you your name?”
“Amelia.” I just manage to whisper.
“Amelia, a name of fairy tales.” He smiled. I wanted to kiss him, to make sure he was mine, that he was real. He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind my ear, my braid was coming out. In that moment I leaned forward and waited, he pressed his lips to mine. He was mine and he was real. For once I don’t want to run.
Everyone has that one class where they walk in and immediately want to commit mass homicide
I CAN’T. I CAN’t. I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING, THIS IS PERFECT XD
Someone do one where they’re having sex with Sam and then their orgasm and vital signs go down.
HOW IN THE HELL IS THIS SO ACCURATE?