• life is very beautiful •

• ophelia "phe" nguyen • 21 • art and soul •

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artjocked‌:

     nicholas stretched his arms up & let out a groan. “ yes — me too. ” smile. he let out a small sigh before taking a sip of his drink. early mornings were not his favourite time of day. in fact, he would probably go as far as to say mornings are his least favourite time. but having ophelia around made being awake bareable. “ i’m doing good. can’t complain much. ” the blonde adjusted his position and placed his hands on the table. “ hey - weird question. how would you feel about helping me out with some drawing references? i’m trying to learn about how to draw from life. all you’d really have to do is stay in a pose for a few minutes. ”

ophelia tapped her pencil against the table as she looked down at her own sketchbook, tongue peeking out slightly as she glanced over the figure in front of her. only she would be so much of a masochist to take a video game character design class during an already hectic summer. or maybe she just needed to keep her mind busy. brown eyes glanced up at the boy when he posed his question. “I mean, uhm, I could do that. or at least try.” her laugh breaking through.

[jakegyllenhaal]

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@ronxnb

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       nicky couldn’t help but smile when he saw her laugh. “ it really is. this is not a time any human being should be awake. ” he stirred the little straw in his drink, mixing in a small amount of milk. nicholas wasn’t expecting that as a reaction ; but he was happy with it. “ i’m glad you like it! ” eyes gaze down at the drawing. he slightly pouted out his lower lip : it wasn’t too bad. “ how are you feeling today, phe? ”

“you know that saying ‘if the sky’s awake, I’m awake’? yeah, I am literally the opposite of it.” she stated before another sip of her coffee. “if the sun’s awake...I went to bed like three hours ago.” her smile continued to grow as phe’s eyes were seemingly glued to the picture, brown orbs dancing across each stroke. “well, much better now because this might be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” a bright laugh passing her lips. “how about yourself?”

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     nicholas placed their drinks on the table and sat down. he felt lucky to have someone like phe is his life ; someone who shared past issues ( not that either of them deserved them ). he took a sip from his coffee before opening his sketchbook. nicky turned to a specific page & turned the book so it was facing the other. “ so .. ”on the paper, there was a drawing that looked similar to ophelia. “ i tried drawing you from memory yesterday. ” the blonde let out a chuckle. “ how did i do? ”

before the drink could even touch the table, phe quickly snatched it and took a sip. she didn’t even care if it scorched her tongue, it was too early to be functioning without coffee. the sleeves of her hoodie were pulled up past her hands, so when she rested her cheek against her hand it acted almost like a pillow. “it’s too early to function.” her laugh still bright and cheery. eyes scanned down to the illustration revealed to her. her smile only growing brighter as her joy couldn’t be contained. “omigosh! nick!” cheeks dusting with pink. “it’s absolutely wonderful!”

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the girl didn’t know how the night got her here yet again, but there she was. her usual oversized sweaters and beanie swapped out for a formfitting black shirt and a pair of leggings. nights of solitude replaced with a small apartment filled with a bunch of people, red cups in hand and the music blaring from someones phone. maybe it was out of the feeling she should enjoy her college years. this is what college kids did, right? not just sit in their apartment until class? whatever the reason may have been, phe had apparently grabbed the attention of a less than gentlemanly guy who had her almost backed up into a corner. when a figure stood close to her and she noticed it was a male, she grabbed his arm unexpectedly roughly before leaning in to whisper into his ear. “sorry! he won’t leave me alone.” she admitted quietly, nodding over to the guy who was off on a rambling session. “pretend to be my boyfriend?”

@daltonweston

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leofcwler‌:

It was beyond obvious that the girl he’d called to was out of her comfort zone. From the way she replied, voice practically shaking with nerves, to the way she stuck out like a sore thumb, pose huddled and unsure. Leo couldn’t tell if he wanted to take her under his wing or pretend he never called to her in the first place. But he had to admit, he was impressed that she’d agreed in the first place all things considered, so with a showy bow, he held the bottle towards her with a simple, “Ladies first. The royal taster deems this tequila worthy of your consumption.”

white pearls of teeth grazed across her bottom lip as she felt herself beginning to lightly bounce on the balls of her heels. another habit she had picked up when anxious. phe brushed her hair out of her face before taking the bottle graciously, giving him a little curtsy in return. “thank you, dear sir.” her own nerdy response making her laugh. placing her lips on the lip of the bottle, the raven haired girl took well more than a shots worth before sipping it all down. her face scrunched up as the burn hit and her head shook as if to shake away that incinerator crawling down her throat. but her composure was soon regained as she handed the bottle back to him with a smile. been a while since she’d done that. 

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rcmcos‌:

“You know it’s hot,” Romeo teased eagerly, laughing to himself as he shook the comic closer to Phe’s face, “But really you know people think this shit is hot, but at least let him keep his human face? Who wants to get a giant worm head shoved down their gullet during a make-out session, cause honestly? That’s later foreplay, like, third date tops before i’m shoving phallic objects down my throat.”

phe batted the comic away, giggles pouring out of her almost uncontrollably. “get out of here with that!” she protested as the girl continued to sheild herself from the “attack”. a crinkling of her nose illustrated her disgust, quickly followed by her sticking her tongue out. “blegh. no things down throats. especially...” a hand gesturing to the picture still in front of her. “...that.”

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.｡*+ text message - phe *.｡

luna: why not??

luna: what would u prefer to do

phe: i don't know ????

phe: parties just are like a lot and I always end up sitting in the corner and just being like

phe: yes hello I exist. 🤷‍♀️

[infpisme]

[thatwetshirt]

I Didn’t Write This

dir. by Yulin Kuang; ep. 6 Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

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.｡*+ text message - open *.｡

LUNA: whatcha doing??

LUNA: wanna hang out? i think theres a party on later??

phe: a party? me?

phe: I don't think those things go together, my friend.

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margotryan‌:

          margot liked walks. whenever she needed to clear her head, she simply left her apartment and walked. sometimes she knew where she wanted to walk to, and for exactly how long, but other times she just walked. and whether she ended up perched on a rock by a creek in the woods, or laying in the middle of ann open field, she was content. walking at night was different, though. there was a certain sense of fear in the air, a certain uneasiness found in the fact that anything could be lurking in the shadows. but, when margot was walking at night, she liked to think of herself as that monster hiding around the corner. sure, she was weak and probably couldn’t scare a baby. but when she was nothing more than a dark figure moving through the streets, no one could tell the difference. it was this very phenomena that margot had been thinking about, lost in her own thoughts as she watched her feet walk the double yellow line in the road as if it were a tightrope. she’d actually walked past ophelia at first, not able to see any identifying features until the streetlight shone on her face just right. but, as she approached the other girl, she could tell something was off. “phe?” she asked, immediately scooping the girl’s face into her hands when she was finally close enough. “i could ask you the same question. what’s up?”

the very idea of showing weakness, especially in a place where she was supposed to have a fresh start, sent a shiver down her spine. margot may have known everything there was to know about the girl and her particular past, but it did not make showing emotion this visceral any more comfortable. phe tended to chew on the sleeves of her baggy hoodies when she became anxious, so much so that most of the ones she owned were fraying on the cuffs, but her hand was soon knocked out of her mouth by the appearance of hands on each side of her face. there was really nowhere to hide the pain on her face. “oh, nothing. just a little, well, you know...brain just decided to get all jumbled tonight so I thought it’d be a good idea to take a short walk.” something to hopefully keep any more pressing questions at bay, she hoped. 

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rcmcos‌:

“Realistically if a human-sized worm came slithering at me I’d get the fuck out of dodge, but the more I think about the more I wonder,” Romeo mumbled to himself as he organized comics, fixating on a rather grotesque one, Worm-Man, “What do you think it’s like fucking this dude?” He turned the comic around for the other to see, “Some hentai shit right?”

phe inspected the particularly graphic comics the other had pulled out as if they were alien artifacts, head cocked and eyes scanning every inch of the panels. “I-wh-what are the practical applications of that li- you know what?” she asked, shutting the issue and tossing it aside. “some questions are better left unanswered.” her hand went up as if the comic would blind her. “that’s just lovely. so pleasing to the eye right now.”

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@ronxnb

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to anyone else, the night would have been perfect. warm and inviting. a little breeze to keep the daytime heat at bay. a picturesque night of summer. but for phe, it might as well have been storming. her eyes were rimmed red and black. tears left little muddy puddles in their track. a denim jacket three sizes too big engulfed her in the fabric as she continued to walk down the road. her eyes were seemingly trained on the gravel below her. just breathe. though her lungs disobeyed her commands, hitching with every inhale. as the girl finally looked up, her heart sank. margot was walking towards her. the girl took the back of her sleeve and attempted to wipe away any evidence of pain. of sadness. “hey.” her voice forcing cheeriness. “whatcha doing out here so late?”

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