— fatalist — @iinkedsoul - Tumblr Blog

“You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.”

— Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls

#( I literally just wanted to pop on and reblog something so I never ever lose thus muse or his memories )#(I am a nostalgic lil mf)

#ooc #im mad

xxflora

@iinkedsoul

[ txt > flower child ] hardly disembodied. there was definitely a body attached to the one I sent you…[ txt > flower child ] i’m really hurt actually. not aesthetically pleasing??[ txt > flower child ] what did you think i meant by ‘trimming the hedges’?

It had been days since he’d sent her the photo, one that shocked her more than she was willing to admit, and she’d been avoiding the subject since. But her curiosity was peaked, and she needed to know. When her phone buzzed on the counter she eyed it warily, worried she would receive another surprise. Instead his response left her floored. The arrogance of it all.

[txt: butthead] I thought you were talking about that plant I sold you! [txt: butthead] what was the purpose anyways? to startle me? or get a reaction? you realize ladies aren’t visually stimulated as much as men, right? [txt: butthead] give me romance instead

She rolled her eyes and shoved her phone back into her pocket after the messages had been sent. she was teasing him, of course. They’d only known each other a short while, she genuinely had no expectations.

iinkedsoul

Sungjoon had picked up his pen again, intent on finishing what he’d started. Instead of moving on to the next stanza, however, he had drawn two large slashes through the ones he’d already been working on. Writing these days was... tedious, though he was hyper-critical of his work. Writer’s block seemed to weigh on every syllable he jotted down, tainting the cadence of his creativity.

His expression was contorted with frustration, pen still idling in the crook of his fingers when his phone buzzed again-- a welcome distraction. He took dropped his pen, picked up his mobile again and quickly scanned the messages. Scoffed at the most recent one.

[ txt > flower child ] you wanted to know what i was doing. i delivered. [ txt > flower child ] i also may or may not have been drinking, i think i even called you that night. [ txt > flower child ] lost my keys and slept on a park bench. pity me and i’ll romance you in return :(

He was as shameless as he was unscrupulous, which was either a side effect of his lack of pride or the culmination of a defense mechanism. Regardless, he didn’t actually expect an ounce of pity from Jieun.

[ txt > flower child ] the plant is good, seems happy enough. i put it in my kitchen window.

#xxflora #r

notsungjoon >>> iinkedsoul

#ooc #( tracking this tag now jsyk )

grunge-a

‘ why do men think disembodied members equal foreplay ? you know , they’re not aesthetically pleasing . ’

Sungjoon bolted upright at the sound of his mobile rattling around in a spare drawer of his desk. He’d been writing at some point, but had fallen asleep about two stanzas in to the poem he was reworking. Slept a lot these days. He retrieved the device and stared blearily at the screen before the message received truly registered in his mind– tired eyes crinkled as a grin lights up his face.

Flora. They’d been chatting recently, for the first time in ages and it was beyond comforting to see such a familiar face. He palmed the back of his neck, something sort of like sheepishness coloring his cheeks before typing out a quick series of replies to the florist.

[ txt > flower child ] hardly disembodied. there was definitely a body attached to the one I sent you…[ txt > flower child ] i’m really hurt actually. not aesthetically pleasing??[ txt > flower child ] what did you think i meant by ‘trimming the hedges’?

#xxflora #r

littlelovelymemes

( * & . — ‘ YOU ’ ( SEASON ONE ) SENTENCE STARTERS .

* starters from the lifetime & netflix series ‘ you ’ , based on a novel by caroline kepnes . warnings for sex , violence , stalking , & swearing .

‘ you’re a drug . you are worse than pills . ’

‘ i loved you the absolute best that i could . ’

‘ you don’t love me . you never loved me . it was a lie . it was all a lie . ’

‘ if he came anywhere close to making you cum , you would’ve made a broadway show out of it . but you didn’t , cause he didn’t . ’

‘ you fall for the wrong men . you let them in . you let them hurt you . ’

‘ hey , uh , can you help me open a couple of bottles ? i have butterfingers ‘cause earlier i was touching butter . ’

‘ well , that was a mistake … never again . ever . ’

‘ i’m glad we met . i’m glad we’re friends ? ’

‘ friends ? for the love of christ … ’

‘ they say girls with daddy issues are really good in bed . ’

‘ it’s okay . i have a pretty bland face . ’

‘ you are insane to move in with her this quickly . you barely know her . ’

‘ you love who you love and love tells you what to do , easy - peasy . ’

‘ i think only an idiot tries what you just pulled . ’

‘ uh , who the fuck is this ? ’

‘ why would i want to kill him ? who wants to kill people ? ’

‘ i’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know guys like me are always getting into jams like this . ’

‘ from every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body , your heart , you learned you didn’t have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince . ’

‘ you surrounded yourself with the girls you always resented , hoping to share their power , and hating yourself . ’

‘ stay away from them , because if you don’t , i’ll grab a steak knife and i’ll cut those little freak eyes out . ’

‘ hey stranger . you drool in your sleep . so cute . ’

‘ at the end of the day , people really are disappointing , aren’t they ? ’

‘ do you think i’m unremarkable ? ’

‘ unremarkable people don’t worry about being unremarkable . ’

‘ you sound apologetic , like you’re embarrassed to be a good girl . ’

‘ in the end , you couldn’t love me . i feel at peace with that now because i loved you the absolute best that i could . ’

‘ how can self - respecting women tolerate this crap ? ’

‘ sometimes i swear i’m the only real feminist you know . ’

‘ turns out , it is like the movies . the second it’s over , all you can remember is the stuff that made you fall in love . blazing through your mind , this rom - com montage made of the sweetest poison . ’

‘ it’s a miracle love ever happens , if it’s not a myth . ’

‘ if the zombies come , this is where i’m hiding . ’

‘ it scares me to love someone so completely and not have them love you back . ’

‘ i’m only going to ask this once and i need the truth . are you … or were you ever fucking them ? answer me . ’

‘ everything i have done , i have done for you . even this . ’

‘ grown - ups are assholes . ’

‘ he didn’t ever get her something that nice and she finally let him do anal . ’

‘ some guys are assholes and you just have to realize that . ’

‘ he tried to finger bang me at the bar . ’

‘ he is nothing . he is trash . ’

‘ you’re the one who told me to keep reminding you that he’s a bastard . ’

‘ the most valuable things in life are usually the most helpless . ’

‘ runner’s high is better than sex . and for some it may last longer . ’

‘ i’m starting to think i’m some kind of magnet for dudes with serious issues . ’

‘ are you not wearing a bra ? and you want me to notice . ’

‘ male energy in my healing space just … isn’t optimal . ’

‘ why do men think disembodied members equal foreplay ? you know , they’re not aesthetically pleasing . ’

‘ it’s exhausting being your friend ! ’

‘ if that’s the case i should warn you i have the facial thing where i can’t hide what i’m thinking . ’

‘ how the hell am i supposed to be great with you being gone if you’re really gone ? ’

‘ find that brilliant badass inside of you and believe in her . i know i do . ’

‘ some people have a hard time letting love in . some people are built for love . some people … some people are searching , searching for someone who can love them in the way that they deserve . ’

‘ it’s a horrible feeling to know things have gone wrong and there’s nothing you can do to change it . ’

‘ i love you too , creeper . ’

‘ why’re you so sad ? you’re just so sad . ’

‘ sometimes i could swear i’ve known you forever . ’

‘ britney got through 2007 though , right ? ’

‘ i don’t know who i am . so how am i supposed to know what i want ? ’

#( i actually really enjoy a lot of these lmao )#( HEY throw something at me i'll be back in about an hour or so )

You’re really getting too old for this.

No movement, just the utterance of something akin to a groan, maybe a grumble. A beat passes and the disheveled figure raises his head about a half of a centimeter, heavy lidded eyes quickly shriveling to a squint beneath the harsh yolk of a sun overhead.

“Fuckssake,” another grumble, this one with a few more consonants and wincing involved. His tongue has the weight of an anvil, his cheeks ruddy, hair standing on end. He rights himself, rolls his shoulders. Peers around again.

Park bench.

He’d fallen asleep on one, and as he struggles-- really struggles-- to get his wits about him, he realizes he’s probably about a mile from home. To his left, an upended flask, more than likely empty. He glances at it, grimaces and shoves a hand into the pocket of his slacks in search of his mobile, or more importantly, his smokes. Comes up with nothing, naturally. There’s a suit jacket thrown over his lap and he slowly recounts the previous nights’ events. A literature conference that he’d forced himself to go to, open bar, one thing led to another, and--

Park bench.

What’s really bugging him is the fact that he’s almost certain that someone somewhere said something that roused him from his sleeping state. He glances around once more, kind-of-sort-of-almost expecting to see someone, but doesn’t of course.

“Last thing I need,” he mumbles, standing up and throwing the suit jacket over his shoulders, “is to start hearing goddamn voices.” He shoves clenched fists back into his pockets and starts a slow, stiff walk, more than likely in the direction of his flat.

#entry #( honestly this could very possibly be an open starter )#( i've only followed a few people so far but helloooo )#( i'd love to plot with any and all of you but i'm admittedly rusty lol )#starter call