— primavera

Kim MinSeok. Twenty six year old book shop owner. Hopeless bibliophile, romantic, and escapist. [ Literate AU RP Account. ] “A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.” —Styron messagesoheereplies

[jamily2pm]

I have no idea why u must step back

[minseoxual]

♔ Xiumin for MCM

[godsanddemons]

[bookseok-blog]

[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; — old man ] knock knock. anyone home?

[ ✉ ] just your friendly neighborhood book lover minseok

[graeys]

[bookseok-blog]

safe to say everything is now under construction including about. goodnight for now.

[sidereusbxtler]

❝ I will never be a memory. ————-   ❞

There’s a lot that could be said. [/The slim man flicked his lighter as he held the small flame to his cigarette. His narrow, feline- like eyes, cold and deep scanned the people before him. With a long, slow breath, he let the pale cloud seep passed his lips before he continued to speak.] But I’d be wasting my breath with all of it. I’ve been here for a pretty long time. I’ve watched people come and go. They walk into my life and leave just as quickly. [/a flicker of emotion showed in his eyes as he took another long drag of the small cylinder between his soft lips, the smoke slowly ghosting out of his lungs as he spoke.] I thought it was time to leave, but honestly after meeting the love of my life and holding my son, I realized I’m strong enough to keep myself here. Maybe I’ve just needed some time to rest and step away from it all. [/Hamin sighed quietly, his arms folded over his chest as he held his cigarette up, eyes narrowed even more than normal.] But now i’m back. And I’m here to stay. 

So if any of you are still with me after a long and useless story, mind lending me a hand with getting back into the swing of things? [/Hamin dropped the stick before he stepped out the embers. He folded his arms properly as his head tipped to the side.] If you would all be so kind as to reblog this, I’d greatly appreciate it. You see, just about everyone I used to know is gone, with almost no exceptions from what I can tell. I would love to make some new friends, maybe even find some old ones. [/he brought his middle and index fingers up to his forehead in a bit of a salute as farewell before he dropped his arms and turned away.

 ↳ Semi AU ❍ NSFW/TRIGGER WARNING ❍ Reblog and follow, please. ❍

[meandmybentley]

[studiosnacks]

[vinoir-deactivated20131226]

INDEPENDENT AU | LITERATE | 18+ | REBLOG/LIKE/FOLLOW | ©

"You dare to dance with the Devil and dethrone God, is that it?”

The boy only fell silent, but the Cheshire grin that graced his countenance gave off an eerie perception, it left a perplexed look on the participant’s visage. His head tips down and shoulders quake as he admits the silence to fall down like a heavy blanket weighing itself on the room’s occupants, excluding himself, (the dealer and the participant). The silence from the young boy only left a perplexed look on the other player’s facial proportions. His silence was identical to the one he coated the court room with before an outburst of boisterous laughter erupted the silence. - “He’s completely mad!" -

{ “Certainly not. I’ve watched the agonizing expressions on your face as your feet burn on searing pebbles. And God? …I could care less about his failed excuse of a throne.” }

"Then what is your purpose?"

The boy shifts, leans forward and rests his forearm flat against the outer frame of the table. The pad of a slender digit pressed against the thin layer of scarlet velvet, absently drawing sundry shapes and patterns onto the surface before smokey orbs lift and land on the participant.

{ “You and God are nothing more than figments of another’s imagination but I’ll be your advocate and make my own Hell on Earth before I take my rightful place in Hell on my throne.” } Time to wake up, Vincent.

Their mission was to instill fear on their subjects, it was to duress the notions to commit sequential crimes. It worked for most, but not for him.

...AND I WILL LEAD THEM ON A MERRY CHASE.

[stargazerxminki]

               The tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder. *

[stargazerxminki]

Even though Minki knew it was better not to hope for any dreams coming true along the tears slipping past his cheeks down to his chin - but there was no other road he could pass. He had pulled himself away from any social contact more often than just once, and he seemed to miss it with every step he took nowadays. Just social contact, friends, maybe even a family to close into his heart. But would his world really go turning, would it truly take a step back to overlook itself turning into crowds of energy and heaps of hopes? Why did he keep holding onto something so desperately?

Was it more often, than once?

AU/OC Rp blog - Triggering, 18+ posts - Para/Script friendly - Message.

[psychiatricasylum-blog]

[7743]

駐車場の隅。

[xiumania]

xiumin for ivy club

[luminoussea]

“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”

The Alchemy: Salt from Water

[mexicock]

[larmoyante]

Poetry, beauty, romance, love. These are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poets Society (1989)