Hi, I’m Jess. I tend to ruin things.
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
Thank you, Sherlock fans. I couldn’t have lived under a rock and not heard about Sherlock.
Me: Okay seriously guys every third post on my dash is either this Martin Freeman or Benedict Cumberbatch dude
Me: They’re not even remotely handsome I mean look at Tom Hiddleston daaaamn that guy is mighty fine
Me: Holy shit this fandom is rabid. Sherlock this, Sherlock that. I don’t even have to watch it to know what’s going on with the plot, thank you very much
Me: Fine let’s check out this Sherlock thing and see what the fuss is all about
Me: At most I’ll just lose an hour of my time and then go back to my turtle life
Me: Okay not bad
Me: Good cinematography and pacing, actually
Me: Okay I’m halfway the first episode
Me: Is it just me, or is Greg Lestrade kinda hot?
Me: Holy shit I forgot to get dinner
Me: What?! 4 am already?!
Me: NO ONE’S LEAVING FOR WORK UNTIL WE FINISH THIS BADASS MOTHER
(three seasons and 24 hours later)
(opens tumblr and another Sherlock post appears on dash)
Me: JOHNLOCK OMG THEY CAN TIE ME TO A STAKE AND BURN ME BUT I WILL NOT RENOUNCE MY FOREVER LOYALTY TO THIS SHIP
Me: SHERLOCK SHUT UP AND TAKE MY BODY
Around September 2013 I started working for a certain publishing company. We had a dingy, tiny office on the fifth floor. The only empty space where I could put my assigned computer was the “corner office” - so-called because it was a narrow cul-de-sac in one corner of the room where I could barely turn around my chair or stretch my feet. I had huge grimy windows on my left with a terrible view of traffic, an empty lot, and a big water tank. Since these windows faced west the sun shone mercilessly onto me during the afternoons. I had nothing to cover them with but a huge poster of Jinri Park and a detached old door, which I positioned over the window every day at around 1 pm and dragged back to lean on the wall at around 5 pm, when it wasn’t as hot anymore.
Needless to say, I hated the corner office. Or I did, until I realized the value of those grimy windows: they showed sunsets well. So on days when I wasn’t very swamped with work, I’d stand by the window at around 5 pm, remove the Jinri Park poster, wait for the sun to set, and take photos with my phone.
At first, I merely wanted see for myself how sunsets are different day by day. I tried to take the photos at the exact same angle, did no retouching, and looked at them in my laptop when I got home. Granted, there are better photos of sunsets and better places to see them - in a beach or on a mountaintop without a lonely old water tank off to the side. But later on, it felt nice to lie in wait every 5 pm and have something to look forward to. And it made working in the corner office so much better: I was the only one in that place who was lucky enough to get that view.
Sadly, we moved to another office last November 2013, one that was as dingy and tiny as the previous one. And while I was given my own desk this time, I was surrounded by other desks and faced a blank wall. We still have huge grimy windows, but they were on the other side of the room behind me, around fifty steps away. The view was as terrible - more traffic, high-rise condos, tiny cars and people that never seemed to stop when you’re looking at them from thirty-one floors up.
The worst thing is, these windows faced east. And so ended my daily urban sunsets.
Johanna Mason: You guys look amazing.
Katniss Everdeen: Thank you.
Johanna Mason: My stylist is such an idiot. District 7, lumber. Trees. Ugh. I’d love to put an axe on her face. So what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?
Katniss Everdeen: The whole world doesn’t…
Johanna Mason: I wasn’t talking to you.
[Looks at Peeta]
Katniss Everdeen: Okay..
Umutang ka. Tatlong libo. Ayaw mong sabihin kung para saan. Basta, kailangan mo. O sige, sabi ko. Dahil ewan ko ba, baka iniibig kita, ewan, hindi naman, nahihibang lang ako, (sayo.)
Bago noon, sa dagat: isang isla, tayong lima. Isang kama, nakatalukbong na kumot, tayong dalawa. Ako naman ang nangailangan. Isang madalang na pagkakataon ng kahinaan, ng kapusukan: isang halik, bulong ko, tahimik, positibong iaangat mo ang kamay mo’t sasampalin ako. O sige, sabi mo. Walang bahid ng pag- aalinlangan. Nagulat ako, naghintay ako. Kaya pala, dahil ang kasunod: saka na.
Sometimes I Wish For Falling, Chapter 8
Oh man, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of posting this.
Synopsis: Aubrey Posen has it all at the moment - she’s kicking ass at law school, Jesse’s being the perfect boyfriend, and her best friend Chloe couldn’t be happier now that Beca’s her girlfriend. So where does all this dissatisfaction come from? Triple treble, rated T for now but will change to M in future chapters.
No one should hand me any tiny expressions of kindness. I have been looking for affection in all the wrong places for a long time, to the point that I have already mistaken it for love. Maybe things are really just things - a bottle is a bottle and an absence is an absence - and I have been giving too much meaning to something that should be taken at face value. I am always hopeful. And, like all hopeless romantics, it ends as another bittersweet downfall.
I’ve spent the past hour trying to figure out one flaw in you that could make me hesitate, and I could find none. In fact, I’ve concluded that your only fault is that you’re way out of my league. And I’m starting to think that’s okay. Because before you came all the people that I also thought were too good for me at first. But then I took the plunge, and suddenly, we were good enough for each other.
- Me, on the topic of you.
Tried to find your most badass photo, little buddy, because I know you don’t want people to know how much of a giant softie you are.
There are more important things going on in the world right now. But I need this tiny space for a cat that has been with me through eight years, three different cities, and loads of ten-hour bus rides. I want to say a lot, I want everyone to know how awesome you were as a furry friend, but the only thing I can think of right now is this: I hope you know, in your tiny toilet-water-loving heart, how happy you’ve made me and our entire family. And I hope you had as much fun as we did. We’ll miss you badly.
Go chase some mice in cat heaven or something. I’ll find you there someday. Expect endless belly rubs. :’)