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caffeinatedinsanity: matronofthevoid: blackberries-and-arsenic: underwearandourjackedupthumbs: hohomylad: #honestly i dont care if its fake It’s not. It happens every day all around the world. Hate to break it to ya boys!But you’ve been on THAT EXACT DATE TOO!…….only you were the oblivious and self involved guy that she ran from though! <:) Hey I can reliably say I’ve never been this guy! 👍👍 I don’t go on dates. : Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Watching a couple on what appears to be a terrible first coffee date at the table next to me. Dude is every precious self- involved writer 4:12 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 267 t3 154 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault "I'm writing a screenplay. It's about this guy who never really feels like he fits in. Like he's just different" 4:13 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 178 121 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault "People tell me I look like James Franco." 4:15 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 145 t97 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault She keeps politely asking him questions. Not once has he asked her about herself Wait he just asked if she'd ever dated a writer wtf 4:17 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 204 122 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault "Writing is really hard. People don't know that. It involves a lot of introspection, a lot of wrestling with your own demons." 4:19 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada t 110 150 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault He's now complaining about the "body" of the coffee, telling her he knows a place that doesn't over-roast their beans. 4:26 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 154 t 97 Note to self, don't ever date a writer. Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Girl works for a non-profit. Dude is condescendingly explaining to her why most non-profit models don't work, he looked into making one once 4:35 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 163 t 101 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Every single thing she mentions he "did that one time, with my buddy" and is now an expert in 4:38 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 134 t92 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Girl: I actually love cooking Dude: Oh god you should try my puttanesca sauce, my friend who's a chef says it's even better than his Anne Theriault Follow @anne_theriault "A lot of my friends are having kids but I don't know," *self conscious laugh* "I can barely take care of myself let alone a baby." 4:43 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 88 t 61 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault OH NO NOW HE'S TALKING ABOUT HOW HIS FEAR OF HAVING CHILDREN STEMS FROM HIS DADDY ISSUES AND I CANNOT 4:45 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 154 t84 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Girl has a look of mild panic. 4:46 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 113 t77 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Girl just looked at her phone in feigned surprise. "Oh weird, I have a text from my mom." I just snorted audibly, turned it into fake cough 4:50 PM -3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 275 t103 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Dude, oblivious: "oh yeah? That's awesome, I don't think my mom even knows how to text" 4:51 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 96 13 70 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Girl: "yeah, she's, uh, worried she left her stove on. she's in a meeting and can't go home. I'd better go check for her." 4:53 PM - 3 Jul 2015 Toronto, Ontario, Canada 213 t 87 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault Dude: do you want to go and come back? Girl: It's pretty far. Maybe we can do this again next week? I'll text you OUT THE DOOR LIKE A SHOT 4:58 PM-3 Jul 2015 315 95 Anne Thériault Follow @anne_theriault He just opened his laptop and started typing. I hope it's a sad story about his life 4:59 PM - 3 Jul 2015 304 t 87 caffeinatedinsanity: matronofthevoid: blackberries-and-arsenic: underwearandourjackedupthumbs: hohomylad: #honestly i dont care if its fake It’s not. It happens every day all around the world. Hate to break it to ya boys!But you’ve been on THAT EXACT DATE TOO!…….only you were the oblivious and self involved guy that she ran from though! <:) Hey I can reliably say I’ve never been this guy! 👍👍 I don’t go on dates.

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thewonderfulthingaboutfish: jaspurr: drinkyourjuiceshelby: the best thing about this is that when there’s plenty of resources, domesticated cats will naturally form colonies. in these colonies female cats raise their kittens communally with their kin. so you get situations where moms will raise kittens with their daughters from a previous litter, cats from the same litter will raise kittens together, etc. so not only does this little old kitty see her human as family, she is also excited to help her with her kitten. A 14 yr old cat is in her 70s, so this is like your nan getting hyped about your baby and wanting to help and its adorable. Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana Cat-nan! : Here is a photo of my cat I've had for fourteen years. I'm currently pregnant and she's not only tried to incubate my stomach but has now built me a hidden 'nest' (it looks exactly like the one she built herself when pregnant) for me to give birth in. She keeps showing me and is very excited. thewonderfulthingaboutfish: jaspurr: drinkyourjuiceshelby: the best thing about this is that when there’s plenty of resources, domesticated cats will naturally form colonies. in these colonies female cats raise their kittens communally with their kin. so you get situations where moms will raise kittens with their daughters from a previous litter, cats from the same litter will raise kittens together, etc. so not only does this little old kitty see her human as family, she is also excited to help her with her kitten. A 14 yr old cat is in her 70s, so this is like your nan getting hyped about your baby and wanting to help and its adorable. Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana Cat-nan!

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thisisravenroth: temporaryforevers143: ishkaqwiaidurugnul: vonmunsterr: ghostsneverleave: insanihty: xxarcane: youremybrandnewday: sp0tlessmiind: tiptreecrossing: livingmywayeveryday: vickified: “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.      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.      54 seconds.     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?     30 seconds.     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.     25 seconds.     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.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     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.     10 seconds.     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.” “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 19 seconds 18 seconds 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.  10 seconds 9 seconds 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.”   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. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds 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 that last one…. My heart… The feels…. AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE. this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate. Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you. “Mine has always been at 0 too.” And that’s when you know… 10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair5 seconds: i give the man my money0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life. This post always has different stories on it and I always have to read it and reblog it Oh god I love it I’m so confused-I’m the only person working my shift at the restaurant.  The boss had to leave for an emergency, so I’m at the cash register when I notice the clock.  I have two minutes. The problem is I’m the only person in the store.  I quickly go to each of the windows to look outside-I know he’s going to there. I’m sweating now-I never expected this day to come. 10 9 8 7 6 5 There’s a sudden crash behind me and I turn my head slowly. 4 3 2 1 “Give me the money.  Now.” : 0003 d 0Gh 48m 24s thisisravenroth: temporaryforevers143: ishkaqwiaidurugnul: vonmunsterr: ghostsneverleave: insanihty: xxarcane: youremybrandnewday: sp0tlessmiind: tiptreecrossing: livingmywayeveryday: vickified: “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.      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.      54 seconds.     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?     30 seconds.     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.     25 seconds.     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.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     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.     10 seconds.     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.” “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 19 seconds 18 seconds 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.  10 seconds 9 seconds 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.”   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. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds 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 that last one…. My heart… The feels…. AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE. this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate. Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you. “Mine has always been at 0 too.” And that’s when you know… 10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair5 seconds: i give the man my money0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life. This post always has different stories on it and I always have to read it and reblog it Oh god I love it I’m so confused-I’m the only person working my shift at the restaurant.  The boss had to leave for an emergency, so I’m at the cash register when I notice the clock.  I have two minutes. The problem is I’m the only person in the store.  I quickly go to each of the windows to look outside-I know he’s going to there. I’m sweating now-I never expected this day to come. 10 9 8 7 6 5 There’s a sudden crash behind me and I turn my head slowly. 4 3 2 1 “Give me the money.  Now.”
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