BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
PINK = I have a crush on you.
BROWN = I love you.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you much but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I want to be friends.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BLUE = Your blog is my favorite.
RED = I strongly dislike you.
WHITE = You intimidate me.
Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.
Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out.
After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.
A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.
Umi turned her head towards him, her eyes wide in shock as a light blush made its way over her cheeks. “Wh-what?! O-of course not, s-silly!” She stammered, laughing nervously. “…… Okay, maybe just a little bit…… B-but look at how tall that hill is! You can’t say you’re not at least a little bit intimidated by it!” She pouted a little as her brown orbs met his.
The red-head went over to the first cart and sat down next to Umi and strapped on his seat belt. First cart, where you get the whole experience. The teen actually felt anxious for the ride to start, but also the hint of what could we say as fear. But he would never admit that, he was Glen and Glen was a tough guy. He turned his head towards Umi, a smirk widening on his face “You’re scared aren’t you?”
A few people got into the cars behind them, then the seat locks came down, signalling that the ride would start soon. Umi could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and, being her, she couldn’t help but imagine what could happen if something went wrong during the ride. Multiple senario’s flashed before her minds eye; the seat locks coming up, the cars flying off the track, the track breaking. She closed her eyes tightly as the coaster began its upward assent, agonizingly slow, allowing the riders to watch as the ground got futher and further away.
“Hah! You’ll be singing a different tune when the ride’s over, I bet~.” Umi said, running past him and into the park. She Stopped a few feet in front of him. “You can see some of the tracks from here, look!” She pointed at the roller coaster tracks that towered over every other ride in the park, the twists and loops in it easily seen. “Let’s go then, tough guy~!” She giggled in excitement, and without thinking, she grabbed his hand, pulling him along with her to the infamous Steel Venom.
The crowds of people around them made getting to the ride a challenge, but as they drew nearer the number of people became fewer and fewer.
Glen observed the tracks and how high they were up in the air, twisting in many turns. This was going to be one hell of a ride. Without notice, he was pulled forward as Umi grabbed his hand. “Whoa! Whoa! Slow down!” he shouted trying to keep up with her speed.
The slow decrease of people that were around slightly surprised the red-headed teen. Was this place really that “scary”? Nah probably people are just too weak to handle it…Glen thought to himself, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
Eventually they made it to the ride’s entrance, which was a door in the form of a snake’s head, they had to walk into its mouth to get to the coaster. Umi could feel her excitement build. A few people came out of the entrance, some looking like they were going to throw up, others like it was the most fun they had ever had. “Heehe, you ready, tough guy?” She asked, looking to him, a grin on her face.
Glen could feel his excitement building up as well. This place was way too cool, seeing all of the people exit, he really wanted to ride the crazy ride. “Heh, you bet I am!” he replied before heading into the snake’s mouth, pumped to feel the thrill.
She smirked slightly, and ran ahead again, taking his hand once more. “Then let’s hurry and get the front car before some one else does!” Umi said excitedly, passing by the few people that had managed to enter before them. Soon the coaster was visible.
The cars were able to seat four people, two in front, two in back. The seats were cushioned and facing the direction the coaster would go. The seats had seat belts, and a cushioned seat lock that came down over your head to keep you from falling out of the ride when it started. The coaster itself was ten cars long, and fashioned after a snake. The first car was the head, the last was the tail. It was colored a steely grey, with black-outlined scales and red eyes.
Coming to a stop in front of the first car, Umi let go of Glen’s hand and slid into the car, putting on the seat belt and motioning for Glen to sit next to her. Then she gazed up at the tall hill in the tracks that the coaster had to climb before the ride could actually start, and she felt a small tinge of fear creep over her, and that little bit of fear shone in her eyes.
everyone stop what you’re doing
there’s a platypus on your dash
Reblogging because I don’t think I have ever seen a platypus walk before and…just…squeak.
waddle waddle waddle waddle waddle - yeah!
you came to the wrong neighborhood motherfucker
there you are perry
Listen to this while watching that gif!