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Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
It's a family humph thing... 😂
an angsty wangxian handhold to ruin your day~
i’m on. : )
Eternal Love (2017)
i know i am not a bad man - i know because i see me in you . you reject the dark. you reflect the light .
After I take a rest, I’ll take you outside.
three lives three worlds, the pillow book 三生三世枕上书 (2020) - EP35
I get this feeling that you’re holding some kind of grudge against me.
I’m not. Of course, you are the only one who enjoys offending me.
so what if im in love with you mind ur own business
in you I see the good in me . in you I see the world in me .
you used to be A L I V E
now you’re almost M Y T H I C
Love is caring for each other💕
oh to be a slightly ominous but gentle presence in the woods, surrounded by the calming company of the age-old trees who've witnessed so much, hearing the stream bubbling on about its way, listening to the songs of all the forest's birds, doing nothing other than being a slightly ominous but gentle presence in the forest all day ...
flowcrsoul:
━━ ❀ Lashes touch cheek for each word offered. Inclines head woodenly, voice light enough to float away as she doesn’t exactly form an answer to the question - “It isn’t one that I EXPECTED.” A simple enough thing that she has contemplated - but from the voice of possibly who is the OLDEST god in the universe - it seems too simple. But what does she expect of Donghua Dijun? An ancient being, who has seen past all that is empty in this world - has he ever been loved, or only feared and respected?
“Perhaps it really is what I am lacking, then.” Muses softly. Enjoyment. Interest. Two things tied TOGETHER, that she has yet to experience. The girl is easily forgotten, washed out pale and faint in the moonlit night, with her strange manners and blank look.
꧁ ❈.*⊱ Another moment of silence, shorter than the last, stretches between them. His answer is more speculation than anything else but he feels disappointed in her reaction. One after another, the waves of confusion wash over him and he is not so clueless as to not find it poetic that it is the moon goddess who controls the waves. There are some things that cannot be learned from scripture and many more that cannot be learned from action alone.
“If you were you to ask someone else, I’m sure you’d receive a different answer,” he muses after a while. “Perhaps you’d do well asking for a second opinion.” Such an admittance can only be said now, with a being that is much like him in some ways. Perhaps it is that likeness that softens his expression so and makes him pick up the wooden chopsticks. “Do you eat? I can’t recall ever dong so.”
Take care and stay home 🌸
They share one brain cell