Irrelevant

"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different." - Coco Chanel

someday ➝ jack gilinsky imagine.

kingilinskys:

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"Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart." x warning: there is smut in this imagine!

The first time I ever see him is when I’m tucked away in a little corner of my favourite coffee shop, a book in hand and a cup of caramel macchiato - the only thing I ever order - in the other hand. But my God, does my heart stop when my eyes lift up from my book and land on him. He’s standing in line, hands in his pocket, eyes scanning the menu that hangs above the cashier. If I had the nerve, I probably would’ve stood up and introduced myself. But instead, I stayed quiet. I sunk into my chair, taking a long sip of my macchiato before setting down the cup and turning my attention back to my book. With a quiet sigh, I kick my right leg so that it is crossed over my left leg but apparently the kick was far too clumsy ‘cause my foot ends up coming in contact with the table, which wobbles and causes my cup of coffee to come cascading to the floor. The entire coffee shop turns to stare as I gape at the coffee spilled on the floor. Within seconds I’m up out of my chair and grabbing napkins from the table to wipe at the spilled coffee.

"God, I am such an idiot," I murmured as I wipe, but I suddenly see another person kneeling down next to me, helping me wipe away the spilled coffee. I turned my head to see the beautiful boy that I was blatantly staring at earlier; and I’m suddenly at a loss for words.

"A little clumsy, are we?" he chuckled, wiping up the last of the coffee before standing up. I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head.

"Yeah, I’m kind of super clumsy. And like, yeah — I’m just really clumsy. I don’t know how it happened. I was just trying to cross my legs and then all of a sudden the cup just falls to the ground, y’know? Maybe I should watch out next time. I’ve had a lot of people tell me I have long legs so maybe I just shouldn’t cross them next time, or —" I stopped dead in my sentence, realizing that I was totally rambling. I glanced up to see him with an amused expression on his face. "Sorry, I’ll shut up. I ramble a lot, yeah sorry," I murmured bashfully, turning away from his gaze.

"It’s okay. It’s cute. Can I buy you another coffee? Since yours spilled?" he replied with a grin.

"You don’t have to, it’s fine!" my words came out rushed; truthfully my heart is pounding so loud, I’m surprised he can’t hear it.

"I want to," he stated firmly. "But we can go somewhere else to get it, because the cashier is kind of giving you a death stare right now."

I turned to the cashier, and there it is; the God damned death stare. I finally gave into his request, simply nodding at him with a smile. I turned to grab my things, and once I had turned back to him, he held out an arm for me to take. I smiled a smile so wide that I could’ve sworn that the edges of my lips reached my ears.

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(Source: kingwilkinson)

lawwz:

I wish we could donate body fat to those in need.

(via orgasm)