koning

The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree. The tree gave it.

[heireating]

       BOOK STARTERS VOL.28     ( FAHRENHEIT 451 )    ( RAY BRADBURY )  

❛ Why is it that I feel I’ve known you so many years? ❜

❛ Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. ❜

❛ It doesn’t matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. ❜

❛ We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real? ❜

❛ There must be something, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing. ❜

❛ If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you’ll never learn. ❜

❛ If you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore. ❜

❛ You can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. ❜

❛ It was a pleasure to burn. ❜

❛ I’m antisocial, they say. I don’t mix. It’s so strange. I’m very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn’t it? ❜

❛ Being with people is nice. But I don’t think it’s social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? ❜

❛ Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays? ❜

❛ Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? ❜

❛ I don’t talk things. I talk the meaning of things. ❜

❛ I’ll hold on to the world tight some day. I’ve got one finger on it now; that’s a beginning. ❜

❛ I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it’ll make sense. ❜

❛ That’s the good part of dying; when you’ve nothing to lose, you run any risk you want. ❜

❛ Someday we’ll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up. ❜

❛ You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. ❜

❛ You’re afraid of making mistakes. Don’t be. Mistakes can be profited by. ❜

❛ When they give you lined paper, write the other way. ❜

❛ The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. ❜

❛ We have everything we need to be happy but we aren’t happy. Something is missing. ❜

❛ I feel I’m doing what I should’ve done a lifetime ago. ❜

❛ I’m not afraid. Maybe it’s because I’m doing the right thing at last. Maybe it’s because I’ve done a rash thing and don’t want to look the coward to you. ❜

❛ Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life! ❜

❛ How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you? ❜

❛ It must be right. It seems so right. ❜

❛ To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. ❜

❛ It’s my game. And no one can help me. Not even you. ❜

[kickmoneydjcool]

NedDen/DenNed moodboard

“I looked at him as a friend until I realized I loved him”

[aschrijn-blog]

havxjne:

[ to Jaan Dad™ ]: I hear lies Jaan, no one knows about my address except for you.

[ to Jaan Dad™ ]: I HAD 6 CUPS OF COFFEE AND AN ENTIRE BAG OF SKITTLES

[ to Jaan Dad™ ]:  I CAN LITERALLY TASTE THE FUCKING RAINBOW ON MY TONGUE 

[ to  Jaan Dad™ ]: HERE, LET ME SEND YOU A PICTURE OF IT 

[ to  Jaan Dad™ ]:  sent INEEDJESUSINMYLIFE.JPEG to  [ Jaan Dad™ ] 

[ to Jaan Dad™ ]:  this is bigger than your forearm and that shit is huge as fuck

[ to Jaan Dad™ ]: Should I try it out? 

[ to: Mats No ]: Are you sure you didn’t stay up one night, make a bunch of business cards and give it to every stranger you see the last time you got wasted?

[ to: Mats No ]: aren’t u technically underage

[ to: Mats No ]: did i need to see that? No i did not need to see that.

[ to: Mats No ]: I’m going back to sleep

[ to: Mats No ]: enjoy the rainbows

[withmountainousrhythm]

Maybe I should like…get my tongue pierced as a grad present to myself.

[aschrijn-blog]

You should probably go to someone else if you want them to stop you.

[aschrijn-blog]

nekomimi-aa:

‘Maybe, but I also don’t want to get wet,’ she said, accepting the hand and pulling herself up, ‘this is a new shirt.’ She indicated to the shirt she was wearing. ‘But I’m alright, I’m sorry if I scared you.’

“Planting yourself into the earth is hardly a better treatment, I daresay.” He commented airily as he bent over slightly to help the girl up, “and no worries, I have strong enough nerves to witness an accident or two without being traumatised for life.”

[aschrijn-blog]

nekomimi-aa:

‘WHERE WOULD I FIND A LAKE?’ she yelled, the bee acting almost confused as it gradually shifted its path to fly away. Mizuki didn’t notice said bee as she tripped on a tree root, launching forward slightly as she fell with a ‘thud’.

“Uhm... that’s a six out of ten at best.” Surprised that his prediction came true, he savoured the short moment of ambiguous triumph before extending out a hand to help the girl up. “No lake, true. But they’ve got to have a fountain somewhere right? The board certainly doesn’t seem the most modest spender. And I’m sure you’d fit in.”

“You okay? By the way.”

[nekomimi-aa-deactivated20181214]

[she’s running as fast as she can away from the gardens with what looks like a bee following her]

GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!!!

[aschrijn-blog]

“Why don’t you try jumping into a lake,” he commented indifferently at the girl that nearly ran into him, surprised that the bee felt compelled enough to pursue the small flash of a squeamish damsel that almost seemed to trip herself in front of him.

[saltyaphaesthetics-blog]

The fact that rabbits exist is proof that everything will be alright.

APH | Netherlands & Rabbits.

[revncnt]

❛ i literally have no idea what i’m gonna do if i don’t end up rich ❜

Alastair looks over at the tall student that is currently sitting in the middle of his messy office room, leaning into one of the leather chairs that someone had gifted to him. Boxes, books and various items lying over the carpet floor, but the other seemingly didn’t mind the chaotic state of his office. 

With a deep sigh, the Scot counts to ten before opening his mouth to reply to the other. “You do know that I am only being paid to teach linguistics and cognitive science right? I think you mistook my office for the counsellors. Mr. Moore and Mrs.Juarez’s offices are in the other building.” 

But being a professor, it is within his job description to offer answers and help for a student. Even if it might be something that is completely out of his majors. “Steal from people so you end up being rich.”  

[aschrijn-blog]

“Apologies then, professor,” Arjen raised a brow at the other’s comment, he was sure he was bothering the right ginger as tipped off by several students before him. “Must have been a grave mistake, you’ve got quite a several referrers.”

His posture slumped slightly at the casual response of the older man, though not disrespectful by any respect. Judging by the state of his office and the tone of his voice, he doesn’t seem like one that would maim him for striking up a random, informal conversation or present a less reformed disposition.

“That’s an awfully helpful advice, sir. I am thoroughly shocked I have not thought of it before.” He retorted airily, hint of sarcasm purposely lacking from his voice, “you mean their wealth or their intellectual property? It can really confuse me sometimes how the world functions.”

[pomodorixamore-blog]

Mural

[aschrijn-blog]

pomodorixamore:

A sigh of relief escaped from the Italian, that’s all he needed was to have something on his face and no one really to tell him until it was relatively too late. “Good.” He replied, giving the other a soft smile. He chuckled. “Right, well I better bite my tongue before I bite off more than I can chew.” Lovino knew when he need to hush his smart mouth then again he just couldn’t help it, it surely has landed him in a bit of trouble before.

“I usually don’t like people bothering when I’m painting.I’m sure you saw something that you liked. ‘Sides if I’m not yelling at you to fuck off then I guess it was a decent start but I’ll give a redo. Seeing as I’m in a good mood.”

“It was never my intention to bother you so, guess I’m safe.” He replied easily, observing the other’s response before continuing. To his perplexing delight the other man seemed to be accepting his presence. “You kind of made the first move.”

“It’s just, I paint as well, kind of. And you’re going to have to elaborate on that, though I’m glad for you that you’re feeling pleasant.” Arjen quirked a brow at the hint of a condescending remark, though none such serious judgments passed his mind. “Maybe your name to start with? I’m Arjen, by the way. New here.”

[aschrijn-blog]

"U want sum fuk?" (for the memes)

“Heh? Is that an offer? I’m afraid I don’t have much fucks to give… do you?”

[aschrijn-blog]

"and I am not your bro? Rude!"

“Buns are just on a whole other level you can’t reach.”

[aschrijn-blog]

Where'd ye hide the dope man!

“Eyyy- a man doesn’t reveal his secrets, man! You gotta try harder! I’m drunk not stupid.”

[aschrijn-blog]

"Which is more important, your rabbit or your weed?"

“Coen is bro, which is like permanent high. Sooo, the answer should be pretty obvious.”

[angstmemes]

My muse is completely intoxicated. Send me questions and my muse will answer them drunkenly.

[pomodorixamore-blog]

Mural

[aschrijn-blog]

pomodorixamore:

Green eyes fell upon the napkin, he felt hesitant to even take the napkin from the other in the first place. Once he had mentally kicked himself to take the kind gesture,he offered a soft smile. “Grazie.” Lovino wiped the paint from his face. “Did I manage to get it all?” He questioned. But knowing himself his clean face wouldn’t last long it never did.

A nervous chuckle split out from the Italian’s lips. He was gonna get his ass kicked at some point, he could taste it. “Are you going to do the biting?”

“Don’t mention it.” He offered back easily, partially glad the other took his offer instead of shooting him some uncertain glance, he managed a softer expression for the stranger in return. “You did.” He replied calmly, and in fact telling the truth which Arjen hoped to convey through his tone. 

He hadn’t expect his light jest to remotely occupy the other’s mind, though now that he retorted, it wouldn’t do for him to ignore him.

“I think the question would be whether you’re expecting it or not.” He shrugged, reviving the smirk he let emerge previously. 

“I’d rather hope we didn’t come off a terrible start, however. It seems that our interest at least partially align.” Arjen allowed his slightly devious grin to shift into that of a friendlier one, his drifting gaze hinting at the only appreciable subject before them. His gaze slightly dropping, in a respectful manner.

“Should leave you alone though, I reckon? I get that not everyone is eager to chat up about art with a random, imposing stranger.”

[fabuleuxfr-blog]

{ enfermé dehors }

[fabuleuxfr-blog]

Francis was confident and ready to give the person opening the door a full-blown dramatic speech about how he’s had a tough day - even though that not being the fact - how his door closed on him, locking him out and he needed someone to help him inside. Instead, he was met with a building, having a hard time finding the persons eyes as the first thing he was met with was the other person’s chest. “mon dieu you’re tall”  he mumbled quietly, his eyes slowly rolling up to meet the others face. When he finally looked up at Arjen he felt a sensation of both intimidation and interest. If he was the first person Francis were to meet at campus then.. he was very happy.

The other guy had piercing green eyes and a jawline that could most likely cut right through the lock of his door and Francis was simply.. baffled. If it wasn’t for the other calling him a girl scout however, Francis might have made a little too flirtatious comment and completely forgot about his door- that was unfortunately not the case.

“Excusez-moi?” he spoke finally, holding a hand to his chest and his upper lip slightly raised in a mix between confusion and offense. “I know people tend to say I look girly but I honestly don’t think I look like a girl scout” He moves a quick slender hand trough his soft ash blonde curls and took a quick glance down at his very casual outfit of jeans, a striped t-shirt and loafers. “I don’t think I have the hips to pull that off” he snickered looking all the way up to the other person again “Unless you want to see me in a uniform selling you cookies at your door.. In that case, what will you do for me?” he raised a suggestive eyebrow and looked at the other for a good 5 seconds before he broke the slight stare with a laugh. “Apologies.. I didn’t mean to bother you” the Frenchman says, a kinder and more gentle smile colored his lips this time.

He didn’t expect mister tall and handsome to offer him any help the way he did though and the girl scout joke quickly faded. “Ah oui, I live right over there. Moved in two days ago” he turned around, pointing at the direction of his apartment only two doors down. “You didn’t hear me move? Pretty sure I dropped my easel 4 times in the space of 1 hour…it was in the way.” he shrugged, turning back to the other. “Francis Bonnefoy, enchanté” he spoke again, removing a strand of hair from his face to allow the other a better look at his face and extended his hand “and oui, I would love to borrow your.. broad shoulders for something. I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment, if you could help?”

[aschrijn-blog]

“A rather keen observation. Mon ami.” He retorted in an equally soft breath, resulting in an almost convincing accent as he met with the other’s gaze, a trivial grin of neighborliness etched upon his defined features.

“Oh really, excuse me as I have yet to integrate myself into the culture of this land, though I suppose your passion ain’t unwelcomed here.” He chuckled lightly, voicing his words with the obvious intention of tease though still sounding sober in his own unique manner. Arjen had not remotely expected a talkative and charismatic stranger to show up on his doorstep, and to his delight, it proved to be a rather inviting distraction, if only temporary.

“Not bothered at all, just unanticipated.” He assured him easily, now leaning against his doorframe casually suggesting a willingness to converse. “And no, I mean... with campuses going on about their thing, I’d hardly take notice of a few... crashes.”

His gaze traced the other’s gesture as he made his introduction, nodding airily as he then adjusted his posture while offering up his hand for a shake. “Pleasure, Francis.”

“Arjen Schrijnemakers.” He offered smoothly, followed by another easy chuckle. “Well, glad you asked. Though I think lock picking would hardly be a good idea. Security measures, not that it’s not within my set of skills.”

“Come in, actually. Maybe we could figure something out.”