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[adjectius-blog]

Chicago, Toronto, Las Vegas.

⧼ pretty city asks ! ⧽ — accepting !

Chicago: What do you ache for?

It’s not what my heart craves– No, that would be simply too ordinary and just. And it’s not what my mind craves, either. It’s much more. It’s even more than what my stomach can take; my body cannot get enough of it. It’s an endless craving, and it aches me so… It’s intoxicating. Addicting. Just like love, but it’s much more than that for me.

Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.

It would be a shame to say that I like the norm…’cause I do, of course. Tall, dark, and handsome. Deal breaker is if he couldn’t cook. For the obvious reasons, yes.

Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?

More like I was the victim rather than the criminal, but let’s not get into that. Those kind of heartbreaking moments puts me in an endless loop of desires every night, and they’re hard to fall out of. I don’t want to remember those evil events, just no.

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Oslo , Budapest , & Cairo.

⧼ pretty city asks ! ⧽ — accepting !

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Blankets. Lots of them. Oversized sweaters are nice. Since I’m small, I can ball myself up and huddle my entire body in one. Throw in a pudding cup, too, if you may. That’ll make my tummy warm and happy.

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

Answered!

Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?

“Be like the flower that gives its fragrance to even the hand that crushes it.” – Ali ibn Abi Talib

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New York City&Budapest.

⧼ pretty city asks ! ⧽ — accepting !

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

It’s usually the fact that I have get up to the usual day-to-day business. Vocal lessons, music theory classes… And let’s not forget my bartending job I do to pay off personal expenses and to have a little bit of cash at hand. It’s tedious, and boring, if I must admit. In a way… I love it? I can’t quite explain it since I still feel indifferent about pursuing music degrees and living away and alone from the family. If there’s one more thing, then I guess it would be… Breakfast? Brunch? I mean– Food. Food is always good for the soul. My soul, anyway.

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

I… I don’t know? I really can’t say. I never gave it much thought. I’m not much up for “dirtying” my skin in all kinds of odd art and lettering. If I had to get one, then I would probably get something in thin lettering in a discreet place on my body. Back, shoulder? Inner thigh would be a little interesting. If my mother knew I had such a thing on my body, she’d freak out, and I would never hear the end of her blabbering. Since she sees so much of her in me, my mom wants to keep my image rather…pure and clean, prim and proper, though I guess I can say quite the opposite on many spectrums. Once she loosen the reigns, then I’ll think about it some more. For now, though, I’m quite not sure.

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we're going to 'amsterdam'.

⧼ pretty city asks ! ⧽ — accepting !

Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?

For a person like me, it’s not even hard to say at all. It’s almost too obvious? You know my habits, my dear one. Though, let me elaborate for just a bit. Hmm... Let the night be moonlit and starlight withoug a single cloud in the sky. Bring out a bottle of sweet wine accompanied with crystal glasses for a candle-lit dinner. And don’t forget the  numerous--and I mean, numerous--courses of the savoriest foods and the sweetest desserts there are to offer. Just me, myself, and I, all alone. I wouldn’t mind having company, but watching a girl fill her unhappy heart would probably take a number of years. By that time, the latter would lose patience with me. I don’t mind, really. I need to learn how to ride solo in this day and age.

[adjectius-blog]

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

⧼ dark sentence starters ! ⧽ — not accepting !

     “Oppa, stop– Seriously.” Her voice boomed about the corridor. She held onto her shoes by the heel with her index and middle finger, staring down at her brother only several meters away. Haessal could see the ice engraved into Seokjin’s eyes, and they didn’t even dare to blink as they were firmly plastered on his sister’s presence. Instead, fire ignited with annoyance in her sweet, now acidic, voice. All Haessal wanted to was just go–go back home to the comfort of her small studio apartment. She didn’t want to be held up in her brother’s business, much less bossed around by someone who wasn’t her mother and father, even though her brother always meant well. This time, though, the siblings didn’t click that late evening, leaving Haessal in an uncomfortable position with the need to jet off back home. 

    Despite her brother’s demand to stay until the night had passed, the younger threw her shoes onto the tiled floor, kicking her sneakers on as she prepared to leave. With Haessal’s young yet impulsive nature, Seokjin’s words of stale worry wouldn’t stop her in her tracks. “Stop saying stuff like that. I’ll be fine, alright? I’ll text you when I get home…” she paused in thought, sighing heavily. “I don’t want to be here right now…” Haessal muttered wearily. 

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Pretty City Asks

London: How do you take your tea?

Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.

Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?

Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?

Milan: How do you think others describe you?

Prague: What is your favorite season?

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?

Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

Chicago: What do you ache for?

Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

Mumbai: What is your favorite scent

Stockholm: What scares you?

[antiira-blog]

He remembered, of course. As if he could have forgotten his distant cousin’s #1 favourite meal snack. “I know,” Junseo told her, as the two of them walked down the street to get to a grocery mart. “It’s always pudding with you,” he added, just above a mumble so that she could understand, but included a smile so that she would know he was messing with her. He saw different signs and the rampage of tourists, and although it was a change of fast pace than the city life of Seoul, he had to ask Haessal, “I meant, why are we all the way over here? In Myeong-dong.”

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     Her expression scoured into a sour bitterness when she took a look at her cousin, spotting that sly smile that peppered her attitude. Though she grumbled at Junseo’s words, Haessal wasn’t going to take it to heart, at least, not today. Hunger wanted to take control of her emotions, but she had to tug on those physiological reigns for the moment. She hurried forward in front of the male and turned around with a pause in her stride in order to clear up the inquiries Junseo had in store. With hands on her hips and a straight spine, Haessal answered, “Because! We’re not buying regular ol’ pudding from the store, silly man.” Turning on her heals one more time, she pointed to a wooden sign that looked foreign to their eyes, indicating a different store than what Junseo had thought. “There! We’re going there! Forget about the low-end stuff, we’re eating the most heavenly pudding known to mankind...” Her eyes glistened under immence pleasure from her imagination, filling up the endless void that was her stomach. Haessal sighed with a huff of air, looking over to Junseo who was now at her side. She thought that he held some slight disinterest, so he proceeded to add, “...Unless you want cake, ‘cause they got that, and a whole bunch more, too. Pick your poison, cuz.”

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"Why are we here?"

⧼ dark sentence starters ! ⧽ — accepting !

     “Don’t you remember?” the impatient imp questioned the giant. Haessal had been waiting for ages for her distant cousin, Junseo, to dedicate some of his free time with her. The two never had many chances to interact outside the family circle of deviled children, and now that time was made for just them two, it seemed to Haessal like he forgot about everything they had planned months prior. Just his simple question make her blood boil into bubbles.“You promised, remember?” the shorter nudged Junseo. “Pudding, and lots of it.”

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“Are you hurt?”

⧼ dark sentence starters ! ⧽ — accepting !

     As the taller noticed, a sticky, iron red substance plagued Haessal’s hands. The goop was still rather fresh upon touch but quickly staining the petite girl’s paper white skin that delicately covered her child-like bones. Though, it didn’t seem like Haessal wasn’t really bothered by this, nor was she expressing hisses of pain. Instead, she raised a hand to her lips, pressing them onto her powdered-sugar skin before her tongue licked away dark red, opaque jelly off of her hand’s crevices. Salty…with a little tinge of sweet. Her taste buds were delighted to have one more taste of whatever was left there. “No…” the shorter muttered, tilting her head to the side. “I just had french fries…how is that supposed to hurt?”

[memesandthings]

DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS. [PT1] [PT2]

“I’m scared.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you scared?”

“Is this even legal?”

“Just trust me.”

“We’re locked in!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s too dark in here.”

“Why are we here?”

“They have a gun…”

“They have a knife…”

“Grab what you need, and let’s go.”

“Be quiet. Don’t let them see you.”

“Choose your victim.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“They’re coming for us.”

“How do you know how to do that?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We’re getting out of here unseen.”

“Something moved over there.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“It’s not safe here.”

“This is your fault.”

“We’ve gotta go. Now.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?”

“Hey, how high are you?”

“Is that… a dead body?”

“We’re not alone in here…”

“What do you need me to do?”

“It’s not safe here, you should go.”

“I can’t believe you stole that!”

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?”

“If they catch us, we’re dead.”

“… There’s no signal out here.”

“Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Did you bring what I asked?”

“I saw you steal that…”

“I think I dropped my weapon.”

“This is the last time I ever do this.”

“Shit, the cops are coming!”

“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The cops are looking for us.”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“It’s my first time doing this.”

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

“You seriously got high without me?”

“You seriously got drunk without me?”

“I’m never doing this with you again.”

“How’d you get all this money?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ve never gotten high before…”

“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”

“What the fuck did you do now?”

“Let’s go and do something bad.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“So are we getting high, or what?”

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

“It seems like you’ve done this before.”

“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”

“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”

“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”

“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”

“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”

[antientia]

                      All the s e v e n deadly sins are man’s true nature:

                     Lust. Greed. Sloth. Pride. Gluttony. Envy. Wrath.

[fy-girls-generation]