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araous:

She smiled at his words. They were sweet, she decided. They were like strawberry flavoring. It was good and acceptable and yadda yadda, but it wasn’t the real thing. It didn’t have the at times tangy sweet bite that varied in roughness. Alyssa looked to him from the cars as they passed. She tilted her head and laughed. 

It was a brief moment, though. Her unattractive laughter would have caused her hand to cover her mouth, but not in this moment. Alyssa was lost right now. She didn’t need to hide. “I bet your answer is right,” she replied herself seeming to reach into the depths of her mind as if computing how she hadn’t thought of it before. That was all an act, maybe a poor one, but it was made known by her wide grin.

“A million texts books and links on google probably tell you the same thing,” Alyssa added nodding. “That must be the truth, or,” she began then she paused. “Maybe it isn’t so shallow. Love, even at first sight, is what you make of it,” she noted her gaze downwards. 

“I walked through a museum once, and you’re right. There were a million and one pieces of art I claimed to love in those brief moments,” Alyssa spoke much softer than she had before. Maybe that was because she wasn’t putting on a show. “Nothing compared when I saw my first Magritte,” she stated her eyes beaming as if she was seeing as she looked from the pavement to the stranger. 

“I didn’t love it because it was beautiful or a classic or because I had researched it for eons,” Alyssa continued mesmerized by the memory. “I loved it because I could completely understand it. Maybe, I didn’t, and I was lacking. Still, I wanted too. I wanted to depict very color and live in every moment that I first saw it,” she expressed her eyes changing as the moment was over. “I have had one boyfriend in my entire life, and it wasn’t love at first sight, but he made me giggly and hopeful in those ways. I think love at first sight isn’t always shallow,” she confirmed with herself. Alyssa smiled. “I ramble. Don’t I, Camera Man,” Alyssa questioned her eyes settling back to the blur of traffic. 

“Magritte.”

He finally spoke up, the silent man. It wasn’t that the other talked to much, perhaps it was just that he was interested in the way she spoke to defend herself. Defend. What was there to defend again? No, share. She shared a piece of her life, and oddly enough, it piqued his interest. He was always up for a nice story, anyway. Standing firmly, the male soon realized that he had completely let go of his camera to listen, after having looked down at the device which had its strap around his neck. In that split second he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck in disbelief. He was completely pulled away from his quiet activity.

“Leci n'est pas une pipe. That was my first Magritte.” With his hands once again surrounding his camera, he took a step closer towards the female and looked around idly, not really in search for anything, just attempting to muster up whatever else he was going to say. Too much. Far too much. He struggled within those very few seconds, but it all fell into place the very moment his gaze fell on her, again. “You don’t ramble, it’s fine – I have students who are far more talkative like yourself. However, I do apologize for perhaps sounding.. I don’t know.. uptight, at first? Is that even the right word.” Another chuckle. Realist. “I, too, have experienced that sort of feeling.. Giggly, and hopeful. I guess they are quite similar to the feeling you experience when you “fall in love” at first sight, but they’re not quite the same thing. To me, love at first sight isn’t shallow. It just doesn’t exist at all.”

To seal his response, he donned a little smile and even bowed his head, the gesture out of utmost respect as he realized they hadn’t even exchanged names yet. It made him feel as if he was being outright rude. “My name is Taewon, though, miss. Camera man is fine but I prefer my name.”

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“What happens when people open their hearts?”

book starters [15] for @goghjoo​

Regrettably, the film professor fails to keep himself from laughing. Crossed legs come undone and soon, he’s shifting in his seat, reaching up with a hand to peel his glasses away from his face. He isn’t quite sure if he feels like an oldie for being ask such an... innocent question, or as if he’s back to being a 19-year old who’s deeply in love--or, infatuated, rather, with a dancer in one of his classes. Either way, he catches himself feeling clueless after being asked, which is completely strange because he usually has an answer for everything. Perhaps the male meant something else, and not what he instantly thought about. Who even knows.  “Well. It depends on which context you would like to delve into. If we took it literally, instant death.”

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“People are strange when you’re a stranger."

book starters [15] for @93moon

“Strange? Yes. Perhaps. In a good way, more than anything.” The latter’s statement is something he truly agrees with, although only to a certain extent. Truth be told, each person, to him, is a stranger – even the ones in his life. In this moment, just in this very moment, his notes are deemed unimportant as his head begins to wrap itself around the words he’d just heard prior to his own. “We like to think we know every single thing about a person, once we get to know them. But do we really? Yes, we know a lot, but each of us is bound to reach that point of being a complete stranger to that one thing. Or person. Am I making sense, Moon-ssi?” A quirk of a brow and a pause before he goes back to writing down notes for tomorrow’s class.

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"Nobody likes being alone that much." - Chittaphon.

book starters [15] for @ambiguous-brothers

“Well I certainly beg to differ.” His response came rather quick as there wasn’t really much to think about; if one were to ask about his preferences, being alone would be close to the very top. But of course, it has nothing to do with his distaste for a lot of things. At the age of nearly 30, he believes that time alone is an important element in one’s life. With this in mind, he lifted his gaze from his notes and eyed the stranger who’d just abruptly sat across from him at the diner, donning a small, reassuring smile. The person looked rather young -- perhaps he was a student. “Don’t worry. Can’t you see that I am enjoying the company of my paperwork?”

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                            ( HARUKI MURAKAMI ) ( NORWEGIAN WOOD ) 

“What happens when people open their hearts?”

“Nobody likes being alone that much.”

“I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.”

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.”

“You need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much.”

“I want you always to remember me.”

“Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt.”

“What stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”

“All I want in this world is you.”

“I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”

“No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one.”

“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”

“If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.”

“I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”

“People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.”

“Stop eating yourself up alive. Things will go where they’re supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course.”

“When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you’re in big trouble.”

“When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. “

“If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.”

“Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.”

“People are strange when you’re a stranger.”

“The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realise.”

“At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.”

“All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.”

“I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die.”

“So I’m not crazy after all!”

“I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster.”

“Will you wait for me forever?”

“I don’t want our relationship to end like this.”

“When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.”

“It hurts not being able to see you.”

“I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad.”

“The world is an inherently unfair place.”

“Life frightens me sometimes. I don’t happen to take that as the premise for everything else though.”

“I’m a real bargain, don’t you think? If you don’t take me, I’ll end up going somewhere else.”

“We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.”

“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t know already.”

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She was always the weird type, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who knew her that she had the tendency to abandon her phone and go somewhere she was not familiar with. She carried a paper map, and she was sightly careful. Her focus though was clear. Alyssa was hell bent of losing herself.

Maybe that is why she usually went to places not absent of presence in moments like these. If the streets were busy or the park with sounds of children, she felt comforted. She didn’t have to be anybody. Alyssa was, at least for a moment, just an extra in the background of someone’s life. 

Today took her to Han River, but her eyes looked to traffic. She looked into windows seeing brief moments of someone else’s life. She made out stories for them. He was an angry henchmen for some secret society. That couple were planning their trip back to their birth planet. She liked fantasies, and she liked cameras. 

He had sported a fancy one, she had decided. Standing meters away, he noted his time capsuling device and the look on his face. His mind was looking for the best way to make art, and his fingers would maybe listen soon. It was almost too perfect of a moment to interrupt, but again, Alyssa was a weird one.

“Camera man,” she spoke out to him. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” Alyssa questioned looking back to the passing cars a light smile on her face. “I do. I think if I spent my life capturing moments like you do, I’d love everything too much,” she told her smiled growing. “Even just if was people in passing cars or trees sprouting. “I would fall in love with it all,” Alyssa expressed. A sigh soon left her lips.

He was within. Camera in hands, and eyes fixated onto his subject of children playing with dried up leaves scattered all over the floor, parents watching over them from behind. Of course, prior to his activity, he had kindly asked if he would be allowed to take photos. Lucky for him, they didn’t care much. In fact, he was even half-jokingly asked to print them up for an exhibit of their own. To which he laughed, probably even agreed, before setting up his equipment. Shallow focus: ISO 100, F 1.8, 1/30. For this “occasion”, he opted to use his 50mm prime lens. He wanted to practice his utilization of a shallow depth of field, and so far he was having the time of his life. After a couple of shots and quick conversations with the parents, he was good to go, ready to head over to the next subject of choice: a couple. A couple that oddly enough, reminded him of his parents. They were far too busy up each other’s noses to hear his quick request for consent, and so, hoping to be sneaky, he began finding the right angle to shoot in. 

It wasn’t going to be anything obvious. Just a few wide-angle, and close-up shots which required him to move about. He was about to do more when a voice was suddenly heard; a mixture of warm, and cold, and the starkness of unfamiliarity. Putting his equipment down, he turned his head in a slow manner and donned a confused, quirk-of-an-eyebrow expression, blinking at the figure turned towards him. Camera man. “No,” Do you believe in love at first sight. “Well,” Word, after word, after word was spoken before he could even respond – the stranger was rather talkative. She reminded him of his students in class who did nothing but talk, and he wasn’t sure if he was annoyed, or amused. Or perhaps an odd mixture of both. 

Once given a chance to speak, he quickly snags it up by first clearing his throat, lowering his gaze briefly to let out a little chuckle. Simple as that. “It could be true, but that kind of love is shallow. It could be, per se, considered as infatuation. It’s like visiting a museum and “falling in love” with a specific painting. ‘Up to you what you’d like to do with it afterwards – research? Take a picture? Try to steal it and keep it framed on your bedroom wall? It’s possible, yes, but it’s shallow.”

[vincentvangogh-art]

Trees In A Field On A Sunny Day 1887

Vincent van Gogh

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You seem to really like art. Who is your favorite artist?

This response is quite delayed, however, I will still publish this as I think it would benefit those who are curious. If there are any. Well… this question is subjective. I have a specific favorite for each movement. For example, for surrealism, Paul Delvaux and Dalí. For post-impressionism, van Gogh, and impressionism, Monet. But I think if I had a personal favorite? It would be Gustav Klimt.

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HE HAD THROWN HIMSELF INTO IT WITH A CREATIVE PASSION, ADDING TO IT ALL THE TIME, DECKING IT OUT WITH EVERY BRIGHT FEATHER THAT DRIFTED HIS WAY. NO AMOUNT OF FIRE OR FRESHNESS CAN CHALLENGE WHAT A MAN WILL STORE UP IN HIS GHOSTLY HEART.

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Guess who’s back?

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What element are you?

Tagged by: @elvquxt Tagging: @softedged @resuescitate, @feurelise @ahnpia @eesgk @seolsticez @loathism @ingeniocs

Your element is WATER.

There is a lot of depth to you, probably much more than you let on. You prefer peace and little conflict but have no issue standing your ground when you are wronged. You have deep emotional currents, some you can’t even explain, many might be intuitive. You must remember that despite your strong empathy, you cannot judge people so quickly. You also need to learn that it is okay to say no. Your avoidance of problems leaves you in more trouble then when you deal with them. That aside you are seen to be full of love and wonderful energy. You can help people relax and bring them back to a healthy state from a toxic one.

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why are you super hot? - from your #1 anon

Curious anons. /  고맙습니다! (+ accepting)

Me? ‘super hot’? I think you are mistaken. I like to believe I’m more..cold, than hot, especially during initial meetings. But if you meant ‘hot’ as in, my temperature, I’m okay. Just the right amount of warmth. Warm enough to be considered alive.

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when i look at taewon-ssi? i... remember everything that's nice and good during the times when i was younger. back then? strawberry milk was my favourite drink instead of coffee ㅎ so in a way, he reminds me of strawberry milk. how silly of me.

…how your muse feels when they look at my muse. / 고맙습니다! (accepting)

I feel honored, then, Sueji-ssi. Strawberry milk and innocence – aaah, definitely takes me back in time. Like myself, do you miss those days, too? Because I do, yes, most certainly. We rarely spoke back then, but we shared quite a lot of smiles and waves over the years. I wish we could’ve done more. Maybe we could meet again, for some strawberry milk? Coffee can wait, let’s be kids and reminisce!

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                     hello. my name sueji and i’ll be your nurse for today!                                     reblog, like or follow for a ( medical themed ) starter.

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Retreating to AIM for the night, please do not hesitate to contact. Don’t forget to introduce yourself.

[filmhabits]

Here’s Looking At You

At the end of the day, you remember the movies not for the most intricate plot twists or the elaborate set pieces but rather the characters and the emotions they convey. The best characters are the ones that write their own stories and forever live in our memories. Here’s to 138 years of movie characters!

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