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To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don’t feel alone This is a place where I feel at home

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I went travelling; found my home — Cassius/Calem/Imelda

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"Yeah, something like that, actually." In fact, that was exactly it – the sentiment he had been feeling for so long but translated through someone else’s experience; and somehow it still made sense. Comforted by the fact that his thoughts were not as silly or complex as he had thought earlier, Calem allows a small smile to warm up his features.

Maybe Cassius wasn’t as unfriendly as he had thought– maybe.

The coldest city— though, continued to rest and nag on his mind for some strange reason, and a certain taste of chocolate fills his taste upon reconsideration. Was Hot Cocoa some sort of metaphor for the other that he had missed out unintentionally? Again, his mind backtracks to whether the pale-haired male had indicated any importance to cold or to the warm beverage; but nothing—

"Don’t mind me for asking; but.. this analogy of cold and hot cocoa. It’s like you’re looking for someone, or something— I don’t know how to explain it, I feel like.. that comparison is alive somehow."

His brows knit in frustration at how he struggled to understand; but somehow or rather, felt it was a personal kind of connection Cassius had elsewhere. Sometimes, somewhere we meet people that become our home; and it’s inexplicable, intangible.

"—Do you want to grab a coffee somewhere? I’m actually pretty intrigued about your story."

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There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills—

Kalos was still a place she had to get used to. The people, the scenery and the sun; the way grass danced in the wind and the lack of pristine white and the hum of nature as it danced, awakening and alive. Imelda was a stranger in her own home here – after leaving Snowbelle it felt as though everything was but a house.

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed it's knees

Every day still felt empty like a different universe. It had been a long while since she had last seen her friends and admittedly, she had begun to think that every person that walked into her life back then was destined to freeze over and never thaw out. It's too cold to visit often— she would assure herself of that while hiding in her self-built fort or blankets and pillows; where loneliness was her only constant companion.

Why didn't I think of leaving to find them?

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down—

Welcome to Lumiose City; North Boulevard

We all start searching, somewhere.

#punkishpcexpert #you can just reply to calem! she's just a booster until you they meet! which will probably be.. soon or perhaps a wild goose chase #where they keep missing each other heheheh

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Slow Dancing In a Burning Room (Acoustic)

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The acoustic version is just perfection.

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Warm hues— Slow dancing in a burning room ; WE OPEN

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love; —Charlie Brown.

She's unusually cold in her hometown, and for a moment she feels like a stranger because of how empty and hollow the place had felt to her. Standing at the edge of town she can see everything that was contained in the little snow globe of Snowbelle – the self-sufficient, thriving eco-system they had built; how she was once a part of the town but now just a visitor looking in now. Being bundled up in clothing in the biting cold was an unfamiliar sensation, as were the chills that ran up her spine whenever an icy gust was carried toward her.

Snowflakes were no longer magic; and the reformed Ace found little-or-no interest in studying the fractal elements as it danced down, resting on skin and eyelashes.

Nothing is eternal— she thinks as a hand was raised idly to catch a falling flake on her fur-lined gloves; a sad smile encapsulating the moment when it pools into a useless puddle. Obsolete. Incomplete. O v e r—; just like the reason why she had ended up crawling back to this frozen wasteland just to pummel on her own feelings further in the first place. People used to say that her home – her home that had warmed her for so long – was but a bypass-point, an emptiness and vacancy that was more like the e n d than a beginning. Imelda agrees now – really; or at least she tries to, just to convince herself that everything she had thought she had here was just a self-fulfilling prophecy that would melt when the sun came up on her own stupidity. To have believed anyone would have—

Imelda is angry with her fists balling up snow hastily while hot tears threatened to spill over stormy hues. The sensation of cold and warm breath feels like some sort of equivalent exchange, yet it makes her want to yell or scream or just admit defeat and how she could cry foul and say the world was unfair when general unfairness = actually fair.

Sometimes.

—

In the edge of a snowy town, a weary traveller waits watching idyllic scenery; wanting nothing more but to find home – wherever he had gone.

He always was a wanderer, and now he made me one too.

#we open

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#ace days

#athousandcopiesofyou #betterthanyoukid #personal #guys idk what to do #i'll delete this post probably dont need this trash cluttering up the dash but i have no where to turn no where to go #maybe one of you can point me in the right direction it's like looking for a needle in the haysrack #this is real life tess #you lose people and theyre not coming back

im going to bed but if anyone wants a starter from ime, please like this post! Ty goodnight

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#ace days

name: Imelda F. Maria

age: 18 height: 5’5” // 168 eye color: grey hair color: platinum blonde (in winter) light blonde (summer) sexual orientation: snow species: snowman nationality: kalosian allergies: pollen! fears: the sun.. and people leaving /coughs Hugh how often do they hurt themselves: surprisingly low-rate of getting frostbite. She stays toasty! (Has tried several times to skate across water outside of Snowbelle thinking it's frozen-over ice relationship status: hmm.

#hc