[ibaerene-blog]

[aurenies]

She had stood by the nearest lamp post, leaning against it nonchalantly in the dark, with her eyes glued to her illuminated screen phone. After receiving the text, her gaze shot over to the car on the opposite side of the road, huffing gently after carefully checking for cars as she ran over. "Hey, you," she greeted after opening the door.

"You’re late."She hates waiting.

"You know we have urgent business to discuss! Why are you so late?”She blanches when the glass in her hand slips and shatters. She trembles (she’s nervous), the paper of her notepad crushing under her nails (she doesn’t know why). "I’m sorry," she mumbles when she manages to regain her composure, features contorted in a light frown. “Can you just come over here so we can talk? I’m not on my best.”

[baejhn]

[aurenies]

All texts. Love you too. xoxo

✌ - (Drunk/drugged text)

[ text ⇢ em ] OHY MGDO IT THIGNK I SE TM YSELF ON FIRE I CNANT

[ text ⇢ em ] sNE D HELP IM OJNG

[ text ⇢ em ] I MIGHT OT MIGHT NOT HAVE PEE DMSYELF

[ text ⇢ em ] nevrmejnd thshe are jsust my teasr haha i dont knwo ewhr i am it so dajr

 ❤ - A heartfelt text

[ text ⇢ em ] I want to tell you that I couldn’t be more proud of you. I watched you grow all these years and you’re still growing and I just, ugh. I know I left in the worst time and l was selfish but I love you more than I love myself. You’re all I have and I hope you keep doing good in school. Follow your dreams and never let people put you down. Shine bright like the little fire you are, alright? I love you.

 ⚠ - An emergency text

[ text ⇢ em ] I CAN’T FIND DEWDROP OH MY GOD HELP ME I’M PANICKING

[ text ⇢ em ] I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HER WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW I’M SCREAMING JESUS HELP ME

[ text ⇢ em ] .. NEVERMIND. SHE’S ALRIGHT.

[ text ⇢ em ] file.jpg (=^･ω･^)y＝

 ☾ - A bedtime text

[ text ⇢ em ] .. I know you’re not asleep.

[ text ⇢ em ] You better go to sleep this instant or I’ll bite your foot ♥

 ✈ - A text while travelling

[ text ⇢ em ] I’m on the train.

[ text ⇢ em ] I missed this, but I’m feeling sick.

[ text ⇢ em ] Anyway, envy me.

[ text ⇢ em ] file.jpg *✲ﾟ*｡✧٩(･ิᴗ･ิ๑)۶*✲ﾟ*｡✧

 ✴ - An angry text

[ text ⇢ em ] STOP. SETTING. MY. CAT. ON. FIRE. YOU. AVDJDNFJFJFNJFJFNF.

[inboxstuff]

Text meme

Send me a symbol for a:

✌ - Drunk/drugged text

❤ - A heartfelt text

⚠ - An emergency text

☾ - A bedtime text

✈ - A text while travelling

✴ - An angry text

[jonoir-deactivated20141214]

║█║▌║ frostbite ❝

[jonoir-deactivated20141214]

the question was left unanswered. dissipating into the air, he catches her body leaning over from the corner of his eyes, scoffing lightly to himself. he thinks he knows her, the question itself was contradictory because initially he doesn’t really know her all too well as much as he would like to but they two seem so similar. mysterious and closed off from the rest of the world as if no one else existed. 

            ✁- - - - - - every rose has it’s thorns.                           hers were hidden.                           & most hidden things are                              of beauty.                           and he knew it all too well. ✃- - - - - - 

the next question though leaves him thinking all the more than he already was — why was he here? and with her? he doesn’t have a right answer and all he does is sigh.

[aurenies]

She reaches out for his back, letting the pad of her finger skid down the ridges of his spine. She counts one, two  and three knobs, pressing hard against the fourth one. She almost has the urge to paint Amaranths and Asters on the dip of his neck and draw Primroses and Gladiolus on the marred skin of his back (maybe they'll show his beauty).

"Have you been eating? I can count your bones through your shirt."

And she likes the night. She doesn't have to be so uptight, sit with her knees together or have her hair up. She likes to let the breeze drift into her lungs in rivulets. She fleetingly slots her head between her now crossed arms, heaving a sigh.

"I'm craving some coffee. Wanna come along?"

[redvlvets]

[luctual-blog]

{ the clear scene of the sun reflecting itself on the borderline of the sea,  ascending the cloudless sky & dainty stars. While the sea birds spread their  silky wings open, the flock separates each other apart as their sky white feathers brushed through and within the thin cooled breeze.  They chant, they chant — together they create an audible orchestra with musical rhymes and fascinating combinations.  Almost as clear and mysterious like what exists beneath the sea.}

[txt: aurora] don't act like you didn't like my offering [txt: aurora] you were the first one I thought of because.. [txt: aurora] your name suited the scene so lovingly. :) [txt: aurora] how unfortunate, tho we could meet elsewhere [txt: aurora] but don't forget the wine. 

[aurenies]

Trepidation pools at the pit of her stomach. She has her heart lodged in her throat (or so it seems), dainty fingers twining through her locks in a rather vague attempt of soothing her distressed self. She's scared — terrified, even. The imagery of her dream slithers into the crevices of her mind like a ghost, not willing to leave so soon.

  [ text ⇢ han ] something makes you think i liked it

  [ text ⇢ han ] but i can't grasp what that something is.

  [ text ⇢ han ] and that's disgusting.

  [ text ⇢ han ] .. where do you want to meet?

  [ text ⇢ han ] uh, no? you suggested the wine, you bring the wine.

  [ text ⇢ han ] text me when you decide! (｡+･`ω･´)

[uyuro]

[luctual-blog]

    { alluring atmospheric phenomenon; with it’s own shine of light so luminous and physically enchanting — it divinely defined his dear associate, Aurora. Extended arms with dainty fingertips, longingly reaching for what seems so near yet so desperately remote. Panorama observed at dawn; summer breath have now become vague mist since the transformation of season & weather. 

With a simple snap a portrait has been taken — and so he let it be delivered from his own device to another; 

[txt: aurora] look how beautiful the sky is [txt: aurora] you know what you should do? [txt: aurora] come by to the beach and keep me company [txt: aurora] ... not that I miss you haha   [txt: aurora] but a glass of wine would be nice too!

[aurenies]

The light flickers once. The walls weep a bright white and there are flakes of old paint adorning the wooden floor. There's a crouched figure by the corner of the poorly lit room. Her skin is ashen; her cheekbones are high and sharp in her sunken features. She bleeds red from the never healing wounds drawn across her skin. "Help me..", she grunts, voice dying somewhere amidst her throat.

( The loud ringing wakes her from her slumber. )

     [ text ⇢ han ] uh? oh yeah

     [ text ⇢ han ] what?

     [ text ⇢ han ] uhh, don't you have any other friends to invite?

     [ text ⇢ han ] i haven't drank wine in a long time..

     [ text ⇢ han ] but i don't want to go to the beach.

[hanarichinspiration-blog]

[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

[rdvelvetgifs]

[jonoir-deactivated20141214]

║█║▌║ frostbite ❝

━ assumptions are the mother     of all fuck ups in the world.     doesn’t she know? ❝ ) …

the light breeze trickles his coffee stained lips. sweet yet bitter. just how his life is in which he has no complaints about — most of the time. the remnants of the cup in his hand is left there he doesn’t want to throw it away just yet. habitual of wanting to hold something in his hand at any given time and plus he wasn’t one to listen to another person other than himself in the first place. least not about such mindless things. he watches her with eyes trailing her every move, the purposeful noises she’s making doesn’t bother him one bit more than her words do at the moment.

he scoffs in mild disappointment, elbows rested against the cold metal as he too looked off into the distance. “and here i thought you knew me. i guess not.” he keeps his answer vague, intentionally because he doesn’t want to 'talk too much' by saying more than he should, letting the silence settle in once again.

[aurenies]

❝He vaguely reminds her of flowers; So much beauty held within a slow blooming.

Her smile tightens with every passing second; it's far from genuine, lips pressed tightly against each other; a clear hint of exasperation. In all honesty, she has never been to fond of him. The word friend rolls off her tongue with a pinch of unfamiliarity, perhaps bitterness. She doesn't have friends. She bites her tongue hard, harder, harder, harder, swallowing a snide reply wanting to furiously push past her lips.

"I never said I knew you. Do you know me, Jongin?" She doesn't spare him a glance, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear instead. Her fingers leave the bar and she leans forward, drinking in the sight before her. She hopes to leave him without response. The question is ludicrous; of course he doesn't know her. Nobody knows her well enough aside from herself. She's a mystery not willing to be unveiled.

She licks at the swell of her lip, tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. "Why are you here?"

[dumblets]

[aurenies]

this power we call divine love is too intense for a human mind but just right for a human soul.

                     { in sunny days, a summer light breeze could lead me further. }

i know a man who bleeds white feathers from the gaps in his heart. he sometimes pulls pebbles and stones from his dark jeans, each of them like a winter reverie. he carries tulips between his teeth, arms spread wide as if ready to take flight. when he misses home, he cries blues, yellows and greens. he dances with the wind (like a flower) swinging left and right without a care. it doesn’t matter how strong. he keeps dancing, dancing and dancing without falling, without tumbling down.

[yanbuo]

[aurenies]

"You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you."

                                               { Do you get what I mean now? }

      “You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you.”

The railing quakes once she moves. Her fingers coil around the the frigid metal and she pushes it back and forth once, twice and thrice, hoping to distress the other enough to make him leave. The plastic cup on his hand is empty. ‘Why won’t you throw it away?’, she had asked, getting a mere grunt in response. She drags her soles across the pavement, noticing how the crevices are full of filth. His words don’t hit her and she doesn’t flinch either. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she keeps her eyes trained on the glimmering city lights.

“I know. But you’re stupid, you think you’re the best and you talk too much. Have I ever forced you to touch me?”