The first time she’d been too young. They’d been too young. He’d just gotten accepted to medical school and she’d been barely half way through her junior year of college. They had no business getting married and Priya had told him so. She would never forget the look of defeat on his face for as long as she lived. He’d stayed on Del and Desmond’s couch that night, then moved back into his dad’s place. Two weeks later he’d knocked on their apartment door and apologized. She’d broken his heart and shattered his dreams and Nate was the one apologizing? Priya didn’t understand it but she didn’t question it. After all she’d missed him. That time she’d known she was right to tell him ‘no.’ The first time that she had no regrets about.
“Priya! You came!” Delia squealed with delight, jumping down from her seat on the bar, ankles somehow remaining unbroken as she dashed toward the door.
I created this because my best friend and I are taking a trip to London! We hope to come back to the states fully British.
I had to cut it up into individual images because of tumblr’s compression… If you really need to view this as one whole image, you can do so here.
Wait what Is a Ramble? … I have never heard someone use that before, we always call it waffles.
this is cute but what. i have never heard ‘dosh,’ ‘radge’ or ‘cozzy’…what
British people are so adorable.
This is perfect
Nathan hung his head. Another ear? Why was it always her ears? It wasn’t like it was a bad ear but he probably had about thirty odd pictures of the thing scattered around the darkroom. Nate could probably pick out Priya’s small-unattached earlobes out of a lineup; he’d seen them so many times.
If he were honest with himself, Nate could probably identify every individual feature of Priya’s heart-shaped face. After all, pictures of her lined the clotheslines of his darkroom. Not in a creepy way though! All he wanted was just one picture of his friend’s face but no. Priya would dodge, swerve and once even punched him in the jaw, all to prevent him from taking a picture. It was bloody ridiculous. Did she not realize how much film cost these days?
|—||Nate about Rachel|
Mamihlapinatapei, noun: the look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
She is sitting on the counter, kicking her legs absently and watching you. She looks even smaller in here, feet dangling so far off the floor it’s hard to believe how she got up there, and the dark threatens to swallow her; she fights against it with the slightest twist of her lips.
|—||Nathan Davenport Fairchild|
How does each half of the ship fit in which their other half’s friend group? If they share a friend group, what is the group’s opinion of the ship?
Delia on Nate and Priya: “NOW KISS!”
“A little help here?” Priya asked, as she maneuvered into their apartment carrying a large bag of groceries. No one answered her cries for help as she walked towards the kitchen. She soon saw why. Or rather she heard.
Nate was singing Christmas carols again. She instantly shot a look of sympathy to her son, who was covering his ears in the corner. Priya loved her husband, despite the fact that she rarely admitted it aloud. However, the man could not sing to save his life. She sat the grocery bags on the kitchen table before walking towards the counter where she promptly turned off Nate’s radio.
He turned around instantly. “Where’d the music g- Priya!”
|—||Nathan Davenport Fairchild, giving me feels for over a year now.|