into folklore

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À nos amours (1983)

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             @folktvles      .

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#haleylurichardson on Instagram

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“I also brought in the big gun mixer because the other mixer was struggling.”

From: GOURMET MAKES S1 | E32: Milky Ways

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Just Kim Yoo-jung being the cutest.

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fav kdrama things: fashion → gil oh sol’s coats, clean with passion for now

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@svnkisses

[yooneroos]

me

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                                     ‘ please, love me ‘

                    but, those words catch in my throat. 

                            you deserve so much more, so much better

                                           than these jagged pieces

                                      these shards of what i used to be

                                                 because, in the end, 

                                        they will only  [ cut ]  you down

                                            && you deserve… BETTER

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             @folktvles      .

[sionsonos]

THE PANIC IN NEEDLE PARK (1971) dir. Jerry Schatzberg

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             @folktvles      .

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bespokens·:

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫﹕      @folktvles··

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪ ⠀   * ⠀ ─          he   holds   onto   the   small   bag   lightly,   his   free   hand   holding   his   phone   to   his   ear   while   his   father   drones   on   meticulously   about   their   plans.   tybalt   isn’t   the   biggest   fan   of   the   giant   titan   that   rules   over   his   life,   but   he   knows   better   than   to   disobey   him       –       at   the   end   of   the   day,   tybalt   will   find   someone   else   to   deal   with   his   problems   anyway.   upon   meeting   their   eyes,   he   promptly   hangs   up   on   his   father   after   a   quick   goodbye   and   walks   past   the   host   to   the   table,   a   smile   growing   on   his   lips   at   the   mere   sight   of   them.   happiness   is   a   foreign   concept,   often   weaved   with   catches   and   deals   he   has   to   broker   to   feel   even   a   sliver   of   it,   but   they’ve   given   him   enough   of   it   that   he   enjoys   having   them   in   his   presence.   he   looks   forward   to   plane   rides   to   their   location   and   the   feeling   of   their   hand   in   his;   it’s   the   little   things   he   misses   the   most   besides   the   obvious.   ⠀      ❝         you   look   beautiful,         ❞   ⠀      he   says   softly   into   their   ear   after   embracing   them   in   a   short   hug.   ⠀      ❝         i   got   you   a   gift.         ❞  ⠀    

 meticulously  did  sunhi  prepare  to  see  him  that  night.  from  the  patterned  fabric  of  her  sundress  to  the  gloss  lip  she  spent  way  too  long   perfecting.  it  all  had  to  be  as  perfect  as  the  air  that  followed  him  wherever  he  went.  she  arrived  early  (  as  she  so  often  did  )  and  was  left  to  sit  in  her  own  anticipation.  one  glass  of  water  quickly  turned  into  three,  and  the  tapping  of  her  toes  had  begun  to  earn  her  side  glances  from  neighboring  tables.  anxious,  and  eager  to  see  him  she  wondered  if  the  man  who  she  shared  a  moon  with  was  just  as  nervous  as  she  was.  but  from  the  way  he  brushed  in  with  ease,  she  knew  that  wasn’t  the  case.  a  blush,  deeper  than  the  color  she  put  on  herself,  engulfed  her  cheeks  at  his  compliment  and  his  embrace  left  her  feeling  shy.  but  she  was  given  no  time  to  compose  herself  before  the  announcement  of  a  gift  was  presented.  “  you  did  what  ?  ”  her  gaze  flickered  to  the  small  bag  in  his  hand,  and  her  she  smiled  the  kind  of  smile  that  reserved  just  for  him  :  full  of  adoration  that  burned  brighter  than  any  sun.  “  that’s  for  me  ?  ”  she  questioned.  “  you  didn’t  have  to  do  that..  ”  and  it  was  because  there  was  no  obligation,  and  he  did  it  anyway  that  made  her  heart  call  for  him  all  the  more.

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bespokens·:

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫﹕      @folktvles·

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪ ⠀   * ⠀ ─          it  isn’t  rare  for  her  to  feel  stupid,  but  there’s  something  about  this  situation  specifically  that  always  makes  her  feel  as  if  her  brain  is  deteriorating  right  in  front  of  her.  the  styrofoam  box  squeaks  in  her  hands  when  she  shifts  it  from  side  to  side,  the  smell  of  a  home-cooked  meal  wafting  from  it  into  her  nose  while  she  walks  up  to  him  nervously.  amelie  dropped  off  baked  goods  for  everyone  else  already,  as  routine  calls,  and  as  always,  she’s  made  her  way  over  to  him  with  real  food  instead  of  just  sweets.  it’s  not  needed,  she’s  been  told,  but  saving  her  life  is  something  that  can’t  be  repaid  in  just  a  meal  or  two.  ⠀    ❝      hey,      ❞  ⠀    she  greets,  a  smile  spreading  across  her  lips.  ⠀    ❝      i  brought  lunch    –    if  you  want.      ❞  ⠀    

 there  weren’t  many  things  vincent  found  tranquility  in.  he  moved  through  his  day  with  a  fixed  grimace  on  his  features,  and  an  anger  that  he  had  nowhere  to  place  so  he  gave  it  to  the  world.  but  working  on  cars  ──  specifically  his  car,  allowed  him  to  carry  on  with  equanimity.  it’s  safe  to  say  he  wasn’t  exactly  excited  to  be  interrupted  by  a  voice  he  didn’t  think  he’d  hear  again.  at  first  he  didn’t  look  her  way.  he  kept  his  eyes  focused  on  the  engine  in  front  of  him,  but  the  smell  of  the  food  wafting  from  the  box  she  held  in  her  hands  did  make  him  curious.  before  he  got  the  chance  to  ask  she  was  offering  it  to  him,  much  to  the  surprise  she  could  read  on  his  face.  “  and  if  i  didn’t  want  ?  ”  he  inquired,  though  he  took  the  box  from  her  anyway;  eyeing  it  with  interest,  and  uncertainty.  “  you  want  something  ?  i  usually  don’t  receive  random  acts  of  kindness.  ”  his  nonchalance  was  clear  as  he  leaned  against  the  car  before  meeting  her  eyes.  “  thought  i  told  you,  you  shouldn’t  hang  around  here...  or  are  you  going  to  tell  me  you  got  lost  again  ?  ”

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icytouched·:

𝑓𝑜𝑟 :         @folktvles·

                   ───     ⭒                     “you   realize   he’s   gonna   kill   us,   right?”   juwon   states,   though   there’s   nothing   in   his   actions   that   plan   to   stop   alina.   “basically   put   our   heads   over   his   fireplace   type   of   killing   ━   maybe   he’ll   use   my   body   as   a   rug.”

 “  i’d  love  to  see  him  try.  ”  voice  came  sickly  sweet  from  her  place  at  the  driver’s  side.  popping  the  door  open  was  easy,  it’s  getting  the  engine  started  that  presented  to  be  a  challenge.  “  besides  you’re  his  friend,  don’t  you  think  he  wants  his  friend  to  be  happy  ?  ”  it  was  a  ridiculous  web  of  logic  she  was  spinning,  but  she  was  set  on  having  a  date  neither  had  to  pay  for.  and  wasn’t  that  what  their  benefactor  was  there  for  in  the  end  ?  to  give  them  money  ?  it  made  sense  to  her.  “  and  in  addition...───  ”  she  started  as  the  engine  of  a  car  that  belonged  to  neither  of  them  roared  to  life.  her  body  lifted  from  the  driver’s  side  so  she  could  stand  in  front  of  juwon;  one  hand  dancing  its  fingertips  over  his  chest  while  the  other  trailed  to  the  hem  of  her  own  skirt  to  lift  it  just  enough.  “  we  both  know  my  draw  finger  is  a  lot  quicker  than  is.  ”  her  voice  dipped  just  low  enough  for  him  to  her,  as  the  knife  strapped  to  her  thigh  was  revealed  for  him  to  see  momentarily.  “  now  !  ”  she  exclaimed,  fixing  her  skirt  and  smiling  innocently  at  him.  “  are  you  driving,  or  am  i  ?  you  did  get  his  card  right  ?  ”

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bespokens·:

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫﹕      @folktvles·

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪ ⠀   * ⠀ ─          her   footfalls   are   soft,   boots   against   hardwood   when   she   approaches   him   with   crinkled   eyes   and   a   curve   upon   her   lips.   a   hum   falls   lazily,   the   familiar   melody   lingering   in   the   air   around   her   when   she   reaches   him   and   her   fingertips   dance   a   pattern   among   his   arm.   the   lighting   of   his   apartment   is   dim,   dancing   bodies   around   them   moving   to   a   song   that   doesn’t   match   the   song   caught   in   her   throat   when   she   leans   into   him.   ⠀      ❝         matty!         ❞   ⠀      she   whines.   ⠀      ❝         i   haven’t   seen   you   all   night–   or   all   week.   i   miss   you.         ❞   ⠀

 with  so  many  pretty  distractions,  it’s  no  surprise  matty  paraded  himself  between  every  corner  of  his  apartment.  when  she  finds  him  he’s  perched  on  his  kitchen  counter.  the  current  subject  of  his  attention  was  a  pretty  redhead  who  started  batting  her  eyelashes  before  she  had  the  chance  to  stop  it.  he  might  have  had  the  chance  to  make  her  love  him  had  his  focus  now  been  broken  by  familiar  tone.  eyes  instantly  moving  away  to  a  new  pretty  face.  “  bela  !  ”  he  exclaimed,  issuing  quick  apology  to  the  woman  he’d  previously  been  speaking  to.  it  was  his  way  of  letting  her  know  their  conversation  was  now  over.  “  where  the  hell  have  you  been  loca  ?  ”  (  overused  )  joke  fell  from  his  lips,  and  was  quickly  followed  by  a  chuckle  as  he  pulled  her  in  for  a  hug.  “  you  get  prettier  by  the  minute.  seriously,  where  have  you  been  ?  ”  he  questioned  as  he  pulled  way,  body  leaning  against  the  counter  as  he  eyed  her  up  and  down.  she  really  had  gotten  prettier.

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svnkisses·:

@folktvles·

it   would   happen   sooner   or   later   .   it   was   almost   inevitable   ,   though   nayoung   had   quietly   wished   the   time   where   she   had   to   leave   wouldn’t   come   .   not   with   this   one   particular   person   .   but   when   those   chocolate   brown   hues   she   adored   met   her   own   ,   and   a   little   melancholic   smile   curved   up   her   lips   she   figured   it   was   only   for   the   best   .   she   debated   for   a   moment   if   taking   his   warm   hand   in   hers   would   help   the   situation   ,   if   it   would   cause   them   both   any   less   pain   if   she   did   .   though   eventually   making   up   her   mind   and   grabbing   hold   of   it   ,   she   found   it   was   even   harder   to   let   go   .   “   charlie   ,   i   -   ”   a   sharp   ,   deep   breath   was   inhaled   ,   barely   managing   to   compose   herself   .   “   i   don’t   think   it’s   right   for   me   to   see   you   anymore   .   ”   she   began   ,   though   she   wasn’t   exactly   sure   how   to   explain   it   .   how   to   make   him   understand   it   was   safer   for   him   to   just   stay   away   from   her   .   “   you’re   just   ..   so   bright   ,   and   you   deserve   so   much   .   you   don’t   need   the   dead   weight   in   your   life   .   ”

 for  someone  who’d  always  been  so  composed,  her  words  had  certainly  jarred  him.  surprise  was  quickly  shoved  away  by  confusion  in  his  features,  and  fear  in  his  heart.  the  hand  she’d  given  him  suddenly  came  with  a  time  limit.  a  ticking  time  bomb  he  now  had  to  wrack  his  brain  on  how  to  stop  before  nayoung  chose  to  detonate  it.  “  what  are  you  talking  about  ?  ”  he  questioned;  his  free  hand  grasping  her  other  as  if  scared  she’d  run  away.  and  wasn’t  that  exactly  what  she  was  trying  to  do  ?  what  had  gone  so  wrong  between  them  that  she  felt  she  couldn’t  stay  ?  why  couldn’t  he  fix  it  ?  “  it’s  unfair  for  someone  else  to  decide  what’s  right  for  me,  that  should  be  mine.  and  mine  alone.  besides,  my  life  is  better  because  you’re  in  it.  if  you  go  the  illumination  goes  with  it.  you’d  be  doing  me  a  disservice  not  a  favor.  ”  he  did  his  best  not  to  sound  like  he  was  pleading,  though  he  was  sure  he’d  failed.  “  what  brought  this  on  nayoung  ?  i’m  sure  we  can  talk  about  it.  together.  ”

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closed ─── (  @svnkisses​​​​​  )

 time  was  what  she  promised  him,  but  it  was  a  lot  easier  said  than  done.  each  tick  of  the  clock  drove  her  closer  to  worst  case  scenarios,  and  the  thought  of  an  unhappy  ending.  she  lived  in  regret,  and  for  those  days  without  him,  she  played  out  what  ifs  in  her  mind.  what  if  she  had  been  honest  from  the  start,  what  if  she’d  gotten  the  chance  to  tell  him  before  he  found  out  on  his  own,  what  if,  what  if.  it’s  that  vicious  cycle  that  brought  her  to  his  hotel  room.  it  was  impulsive,  and  nothing  like  bambi  was  use  to,  but  she  needed  to  see  him.  needed  to  hear  him  say  that  he  still  loved  her.  that  he  always  would.  “  don’t  turn  me  away  !  ”  she  declared,  pushing  past  him  and  into  the  room  so  that  shutting  her  out  wouldn’t  be  an  option.  “  i  need  to  know  where  we  stand.  i  know  i  said  i  could  give  you  time,  but  we  use  to  talk  about  everything.  right  now  it’s  feeling  like  this  silence  is  saying  more  than  you’re  willing  to  tell  me  so  please...───  please  just  tell  me...  ”

[folktvles]

closed ─── (  @icytouched​​  )

 the  sound  of  her  sandals  dragging  against  the  floor  announced  her  arrival  before  aislin  got  the  chance  to.  fearful  that  isadora  had  fallen  asleep  long  ago,  she  closed  the  apartment  door  with  a  gentle  tap.  her  fingers  had  been  in  the  process  of  turning  the  lock  slowly  when  she  noticed  the  light  peering  from  beneath  isadora’s   bedroom  door.  the  exhaustion  that  once  weighed  her  body  down  no  longer  mattered  and  she  was  sprung  into  full  speed  at  the  thought  of  talking  to  her  best  friend  made  roommate. “  issy  be  easy,  can  i  come  in  ?  ”  she  asked  after  four  excited  knocks  to  the  door.  but  there’s  no  time  spent  waiting  for  an  answer,  and  her  head  soon  pops  into  frame.  “  so  my  head  is  already  in,  but  can  the  rest  of  me  come  in  ?  ”  her  hips  swayed  with  anticipation  as  the  smile  on  her  face  widened  just  at  the  sight  of  her.

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