Your Girl a-syla

A beautiful chaos / full of hope / bangtan OT7 / August / being normal is a disaster / producer of diarYS

[quotemadness]

“I forgive people. But that doesn’t mean I trust them.”

— Unknown

[gyudons]

michelle yeoh becomes the first asian and only the second woman of colour to win best actress at the oscars

[hyunsung]

[namgination]

sunshine ♥

[yehet-me-up]

Mixed Signals

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, Breakfast Club-inspired AU, high school AU

word count: 891

A/N: I’ve had this in my mind for ages and finally decided to write it for drabblepalooza! Sending this as a soft love care package for @daegusoftboys! 💖 💖 💖 😘 😘 😘

You find him getting something out of his locker after school is out on Monday afternoon. This is absolutely not the place to be thinking of how he moaned and tightened his grip on your waist last night when you pulled on his oversized earring with your teeth.

Absolutely not. Very dangerous. And yet. 

Around him you stop caring what others think. When his arms are around you, his playful yet soft voice whispering in your ear, you can’t find even one second of thought to give about the outside world.

He shrugs out of his plaid jacket and ties it messily about his waist. If you were alone you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around him the same way. You’d rest your chin on his shoulder and feel him relax into your embrace.

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[a-syla]

DROVE ME CRAZY

[a-syla]

The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.

Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

[a-syla]

Neon Lights

Published: March 3, 2020

The bass pounds my heart like a Taiko Master thumping his instrument passionately along with a melody that drifts me away to paradise. Flickering lights add to the good vibrations and indeed, it’s a good Friday night. “Why are you alone?” I turned around and saw a man in his 20s looking at me like I’m someone he knew. He is more than five feet tall and dresses like Peter Kavinsky (gosh I love him so much). His hair is dark brown close to black and it suits him well. His face is clean, newly shaved kind of clean. His eyes are brown and it speaks to me like it wants to be with all night long. “Why do you care?” I turned again and took a sip on my drink and acted like he doesn’t exist. He jumped in front of me and gave me a Cheshire Cat smile. 

“Hello, I asked you a question. Wouldn’t it be impolite if you answer with a question?”

“Hi, first, I don’t know you. Second, I don’t care, and third, back off.” I said savagely. “Woah! I’m sorry little miss fierce. I’m just trying to be friends with you.” He sits on a chair inches away from me. “You know, you caught my attention from afar. It seems like you enjoy this kind of music.” I can feel my heart on my chest and I’m at the edge of my seat. There is something in him that I’m beginning to like and I wish I can know him better.  I’m startled and it looks like he has been looking at me for quite some time. “How can you say that?” I sip from my drink again. 

“Your body language.” Silence filled our space and it feels like we are not surrounded by loud people enjoying the resounding music. Suddenly, I got conscious of my movements and started to just nod my head as I allowed the music to sink in. He looks at me as the colourful lights touch his skin which makes him look more alive.

My body becomes stiff as he approaches me. I can feel my body burn as his lips are an inch closer to my ears. 

“Gabe.” He says. “Imrie.” We shook hands and smiled. “You have a powerful name.” “What do you mean?” “Imrie in Hungarian means strength or power. Well, even though your name is a boy’s name, it still suits you.” I am astounded with the knowledge that he has but, I will not let that make me like him. “Why are you here?” I asked, taking another sip of my drink. “To listen to music. Like you.” He rests his elbows on the bar facing the stage and focused his eyes to the DJ who is giving it all to his audience. “I honestly miss concerts where people aren’t about selfies, or videos, or Insta stories. Also, artists holding real instruments.” “I feel the same. It seems like our world rotates through IG stories and EDMs.” I smiled while thinking this is the first time that a stranger shared his sentiments with me. “I need to go. It’s past my bedtime.” I said and he laughed. I paid for my drink but he snatched it off and placed it back in my hand. “I got this. Because of you, I had the most wonderful night.” “I bet you’ve told this to most of the girls here.” I said without any doubt. “Judgemental.” He smirks and waves goodbye. I went for my car and drove off. Indeed, it’s a good Friday night.

[a-syla]

I've been away, but this time, i'll stay.

From the heart.

[a-syla]

I dont know. 

[wordsnquotes]

When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.

Ann Brashares, Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood (via wordsnquotes)

[earth]

[goldeh]

[quotemadness]

I’m always afraid of opening up when my mind is louder than my heart; afraid of what the monsters will let slip. I want to get the story out, but I keep swallowing my words and they crumble before I can put them down on paper.

Joshua Greenaway (via quotemadness)

[earth]

[soyymilk]

[ozei]

[freshilla]