Ok. Here’s the thing. I just watched and finished Maze Runner series in the last two days. And my emotions… Omg they’re everywhere. I’m most confused about Teresa. I liked her at first, then hated her, then meh, to omg no don’t die I like kinda like you!! Yep. A roller coaster if emotions. I think i need help. I’ll complain more about this later lol cya!
Frypan, running in: Minho just told Thomas he’s in love with him!
Alby: shuck it’s Tuesday isn’t it? Who had Tuesday?
Newt: I had Friday
Winston: I had Sunday
Ben: I had Monday
Chuck: Yes! I had Tuesday! Hand over 20 bucks everyone!
Gally: damn it, Minho, couldn’t you have waited one more day!
Bought Maze Runner Series book set for 700 pesos. Apat na libro nga lang wala yung pang limang libro (The Fever Code) but I guess okay na din nakamura na din ako. Or whatever, I really don’t know. Basta libro wala akong alinlangan na maglalabas ng pera eh. Hahahahaha. Sana pala naghanap pa ko ng kumpletong set na talaga.
Nabasa ko na siya actually sa pdf. Gusto ko lang talaga bumili ng book set para ilalagay ko sa book case ko. After all, favorite ko din ang Maze Runner. (Yung book, hindi yung movie, although they did pretty good naman sa movie, I guess.)
Super excited ko kanina inaabangan ko talaga yung magde-deliver. Para akong bata na binilihan ng bagong laruan/candy tuwing birthday everytime na bumibili ako ng libro. Hahahahaha.
Gally: When have I done something that might pose a danger to my well being?
Ben: here’s a list. It’s alphabetized
Ava Paige: Let’s not get all caught up on who lied to who, or which of us created an entire fake reality in order to cause eternal misery for the others.
[ to be continued ]
the very first rays of sunlight after a night of downpour and violent wind; puffs of clouds on azure morning skies; the city sleeping still, empty streets; crisp air making you dizzy; taking the empty subway together; freshly brewed coffee; no errands to run, no responsibilities; going back to bed and sleeping in till midday; gentle forehead kisses; polaroids tucked behind the mirror frame;
stargazing as you stroll, hand in hand; a vinyl shop, long closed and vacant as the moonrays peak through the tall windows; walking at night without an ounce of fear in your brain; flickering lights and graffiti on the walls; being frustrated as the moon is never nearly half as pretty and mesmerizing in pictures; dialing random numbers on a payphone and reciting sweet poetry to whoever picks up; late night drives with the windows down; hands intertwined and warm;
driving for snacks at 3 a.m.; kissing as the sun sets; empty gas stations; tall apartment buildings that exist in the silence of night, soft neon lights spilling from every window; promises and sweet nothings at midnight; the colors of dusk and dawn; nostalgia in your eyes as you look through old pictures; cold sheets and warm breaths; the gentle ocean breeze brushing your face, making it flush; being barefoot on the beach; silhouettes in the thick fog, ephemeral and obscure;
the sun, bright and warm on the eyes, waking you up through the curtains; calm skies whispering freedom; dried flower petals scattered across the parquet; the moon still visible in the morning, though almost translucent and thin; checking the time, realizing it’s still early; cuddling under soft, soft blankets; old books stacked on the floor; drawings hung on the walls; breakfast in bed; half-mouthed ‘good morning’s; no sound of traffic; living in a quiet town;
living by the beach; overcast sky and subtle rain dripping down the window glass; hugs from behind; a cup of steaming tea in your hands, the porcelain barely burning on the skin; gazing through the windows as fog cascades down the cliffs; reading a book in the light of the dimmed sun; cold sand; resting your head on his shoulder; scented candles on the table; the feeling of being safe, away from the rest of the world in your own sanctuary of a home;
a storm brewing over the countryside; wild wind in the open fields; rainwater trickling from the roof; tall blurry windows framed in grapevines; running into the fog as it envelops you completely, wishing to vanish inside it; standing in the eye of the storm; sour berries; the earthy smell right before rainfall; abandoned huts standing somewhere in the eerie distance; frozen lips, the steam of warm breath;
just finished watching ALL 3 maze runner movies in like 2 days and thomas has one mood and it is that screenshot saying “I may have been held captive, but at least I was held.”
C̶O̶M̶I̶N̶G̶ S̶O̶O̶N̶ 2̶0̶2̶1̶
(̶h̶o̶p̶e̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶)̶
