you could have been exceptional

despite all of your warnings i followed the path that lead to none other than my collapse.

[ktenologys]

a blushing boy.

[ktenologys]

a blushing boy.

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where is my mind? // pixies

your head will collapse and there’s nothing in it and you’ll ask yourself, "where is my mind?"

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Dane DeHaan outtakes from the Toronto International Film Festival (2012). [x]

[irenologys-blog1]

  when she feels jack pull her back in     close, she doesn’t resist and instead   smiles before she melts into    the kiss. her arms come up to        rest comfortably around his neck         and shoulders, and she only      feels the two of them fitted against    each other. she doesn’t think      that she’d mind spending the    rest of her days like this, the two       of them sharing the same sweet    breath and gentle kisses sounds      like a better version of tonight     than being surrounding by   people who care more about her             money than her actual  birthday. 

                       spencer doesn’t want to pull away,                         and even the distance      between                         their lips with their noses     barely                        brushing seems too far. but she’s                        happy. happier than she’s     been                         in quite a long time with jack       in                        her arms. her heart swells in   her                        chest,       and she doesn’t want to                        ruin         this by saying something                        that’d repel him. so      she closes                         herself and allows just  one more                        chaste kiss. it was just          them.                         they were all that               currently                         mattered in the room.

                                            ” how much do you think they’d talk                                               if we left and didn’t return ? ”

there’s a laugh playing under her  words, and she can only imagine         the talk it would ignite.   but she’d never been one   to care about the press’ warped opinion.

[ktenologys]

the idea of  staying  like  this,    in    a  comfortable     serenity      of   kisses  and smile dawns on him,     he thinks he'd like that       --      sleeping in late  because     they'd   been   dancing  all  night. it's not like he's oblivious either, he knows that his... infatuation ( that's what he'll admit willingly ), for spencer larson is quick to take control   of   his  decisions, blurring himself from what  he really wants, in fact,   making what  he wants a complete enigma. so, he'll keep watching her in a restful silence,  a crook of a smile unable to hide from  her.           because he won't,    he    can't   pus h her           away     --      not again, not this time. her           presence  changed  everything,    kisses          and slow  dances didn't    erase the   fact          that they were still dangling from a finely          woven thread.                                & he had a feeling that neither of                                them would survive if they f e l l.                                                   " a lot. let   them   talk.                                                   we'll    have   a      nice                                                   chuckle in the morning                                                  over   the  headlines. "    there's no denying his slight worry   over how this might affect her, but   he's still selfish --  and the idea of    having coffee   with   her right now    outweighs the  possible tarnish  in    her reputable esteem. he unwinds   his arms from   around her   waist,    placing one   on the small   of   her    back and the other by his side. it's   when his eyes aren't on hers   that   he starts to feel   the   pressure  of    cruel glares,     yet he still has the    audacity  to smirk as   he starts to    walk. 

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[ktenologys]

ok the point of this graphic is— i tried. possibly failed. but hey, it’s been a while since i’ve been able to make graphics. i’m hella rusty. MOVING ON.

it’s been 7 months since i started using matthew as a muse and wow, we’ve come a very, very, very long way. you know how this goes, i’ve had my ups and downs, but i’ve loved every second yadda yadda. but thank you, truly, to the people who have followed me to each blog, from ipsxm, to brxnson, and now here. it means quite a lot to me. and thank you to the people who have followed and decided to stick around, you’re the greatest. everyone’s the greatest. thank you for making this experience worthwhile c:

—— special thanks to these lovely folks for sticking around:

singulariis/fadiingtoblack, eternalroadie, theprophesied, ghouliish, idrxs, puredesolate, offireandrebellion, xmonstro, pridefxl, domesticcigarettes, vampirecliche,  lettersfromthepit, bifurcxted, thiievery, carrisms, griisly, irretrievabledelicacy, mortuiis, kempybowe, noxtears, requieminred, beastiisms, the-stonem, veltedis, xeightyhg, constantquibbling, edhelernil, madkxng, biirdbone, mercenarydealer, performiiing.

— other people i love quite a bit:

abitscottish, aurxr, amissorege, banishedking, cowbxy, chaosthxory, herlastpage, impxster, killerisms, ktenologys, littlewinterdove, mindmeldedwithaliens, motherofasgard, notblackwidow, novus-confractus, neonposted, newsiie, ofgalliifrey, owedbetter, perturbatis, prodivict, pondelistic, servinglies, simplehxart,  sixteensilverbullets, slxnderman, sxsters, specterae, treasonously, transfertragedy, weareruins, xmagizoologist.

i probably missed people but you should all know that i love you!!

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[ktenologys]

'I Bet My Life' by Imagine Dragons | Dane Dehaa

[irenologys-blog1]

  it’s courtesy not to mention the stutter in his words ( mostly because she thought it was rather endearing, adorable if nothing else ) and    she makes no effort to pull back from him. call it an act of subtle boldness. that in their     youth     she’d  have shied away and  eventually     drawn   back from their shared space.     but     this     was  different, if not a  reflection    of the place jack had held in her heart     despite     the     bitterness      she’d harnessed initially.

               ” you’d really be willing to go out of your way for                   such a small thing ? ”

                                    of course, there’s the fluttering thought                                     maybe, maybe if he likes  the      place                                      they      select    together, he’d be more                                      inclined to stop by and visit. to stay the                                     night.     to consider the place his own.                                     it’s foolish to consider the whirlwind of                                     hopeful     what ifs as possibilities, but                                     there      are    habits that refused to be                                      buried. hope, no matter how small, no                                     matter how terrible the consequences.

spencer’s  eyes do lower in a display of shyness, not of hesitation. the smile on her  lips reflects her college years, how she often hid it behind her hand just so jack   didn’t see how clever she thought  he really was when she was supposed to hate him initially. she’s sure he knew from    the start. she’d always been see through      to jack, and she never really minded.

               ” there’s always time…for you, schedule                  or not, jack. ”

                                    there’s  no need to speak louder than a                                     soft      murmur, that alone was enough.                                     and    the beating of her heart is hard in                                     her     chest,   the butterflies fluttering in                                     her stomach — she thinks back to bets                                     and     risks    and what jack said about                                      them the day she told him his approval                                     was    all she had sought out. only take                                      risks your sure of.

spencer larson is anything but sure as she leans in and gently presses her      lips     to his own. she hasn’t  kissed   anyone many times before, but     she doesn’t think she’d mind  too     much if jack takes note of the way  her hands tremble or how her how    her breath catches once she pulls      back   enough so that their noses  still touch and she can look up at him to gauge his reaction.

               she could care less about the people watching.

[ktenologys]

                 if   spencer   larson   and   jack   audaire                  observed closely, it would be alarmingly                  clear that their actions   were   always in                   their nature.    fueled by   trepidation and                   impulse, the  intelligent minds were still                  over swept by   the underlying desire for                  none other than each other.   while      feelings   stretch  the strings of   the   heart  until    their taught and fraying, with feelings come a choice ; to act on   them or   to repress    them.  actions don't   come along   often, but when they do, the choice is   severed, it's already acted upon.      she had acted    and he could   only respond,     because when her soft lips met with his own,     it shattered the lock   of his intrinsic feelings,    the yearning was now attainable.                                     and when she pulls  away,                                 he answers by pulling her                                back in.   the grasp on her   waist guides her  gently  closer to him, erasing   the   little    space   between them. their lips touch once more,  and he's firmer  but not fearless. his eyes   are closed, and   for   once, for once lets   himself surrender to the feeling of loving   spencer larson.                                                and then their breaths become                                                their own once more,   and his                                                eyes   open,  noses  touching.                he's incapable of doing anything               but stare at her in utter wonder.

[ktenologys]

( omg look how jack ) 

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  " they’d appreciate it more than i   do;  it’s all run by green energy.   i  think it appeals to their hippie   attitude. ”

                      she’s laughs, not at all offended                        by     the     quip.     it  had been a                        running joke for quite some time                       ever since that coffee trip to their                       jack’s     favorite    place. she still                       stopped     in      before       press                       coverage     and  most mornings                       heading     into     work. she was                        sure her mother could utilize the                       space      to   her own needs. it’d                       certainly make her church group                       gatherings     more    interesting,                       roomy.

                                         pale blue eyes watch as  he turns his                                           head  to look around her  home, as if                                          he     hadn’t     noticed    the  grandeur                                          surrounding      him      until  this  very                                           moment. she was accustomed       to                                          people taking note of the interior and                                          continuing     to gush about it the first                                          hour of their visit.

she was glad he wasn’t one of those guests ( not that it    was very characteristic of   jack     to  gush   about     anything     that wasn’t his research ).

                      while he looks, she does herself the                       favor     of   doing the same, her gaze                        never  wavering from him. he doesn’t                       look   much older; one could say jack                       audaire  was aging nicely. and it was                       true.      his skin was still smooth, his                       eyes    that exceptional shade of cyan.                       he’s      gorgeous     and it makes her                        heart     ache because she missed it.                       not   just his physical beauty, but that                       of  who he was internally, past all the                       damaged      parts      she’d  fallen for                       anyway.

                                          ” you think so ? ”

it’s an absent-minded  question and     spencer doesn’t make  a  move     to part from him as  the original  song dies down and  a new     one    of the similar ton e starts.     she’s finding it hard  to swallow   and she realizes  that he      still   evokes that  childish  fear      within her. she wants  to kiss     him and god, they  really are      close    enough  that she might      not    even have to ask though she doesn’t move more than a scant centimeter  closer subconsciously.

                      ” i think i will then. “

[ktenologys]

                         " of course. " it  was    hardly   surprising    that   her   not    so humble       abode       also    didn't    tarnish  the already   tainted   environment that   surrounded them. earth seemed    accustomed to the people residing on it, polluted and corrupt    --      only a select few that you could pity,    trying    to  save a world inevitable for death and decay.   spencer larson was in fact one of those people, and while dabbles of pity reigned over him at times if there was a single person   who could save the   world, or at least have an impact on it     --      it was her. ferociously intelligent   with    a     heart    worked from porcelain to steel, she was always destined to leave a mark on the world. as was he, although in different circumstances, bound by a contract to his father, to make him proud. it would be    pitiful, but how could you pity   one that   is the root of so much bad?

                 sometimes he'll convince himself that she    is the product                  of him, that she wouldn't be where she is now   without him.                  maybe when  he was younger    he'd make those   thoughts                  apparent, but he knows there is no reason for them,   and if                  brutal honesty hit him like a freight train --    no justification                  either. she's made an empire of herself, by being her, not a                  puppet on his strings. he'll grit his teeth   and swallow    his                  pride, or try to at least.

he's still looking    around    her house    ( he    truly doubts it's a home for    her ),     but     noticing    the people as opposed to the decor.    they're    not    as entranced   with   the   two    anymore,     although a select  few keep watch,       as   if   their    still    just children afraid    they're going    to    do    something crazy. the life that they've   made   for    themselves, is an accomplishment in itself, only to be partnered with disapproval.

                                          " i could help you look if you'd like."

it's said without  a syllable   of     hesitation, without even a glance towards her, and the ramifications of his actions barely impede, as if nothing ever changed between   them.

     then, it all comes at once. he turns his head      back towards her, and he swears, even one      centimeter closer and their skin would have      been grazing each others. she's closer than      he thought she was,   but perhaps that's   the      chardonnay.

         " i-if you can find time in your never-ending          schedule. "

it's meant to come off as a witty quip, but the heavy breathing and that damn stutter lessened that to a nervous boy. a nervous boy in love.

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        i tried carrying the { - weight - } of the world                                   but i only have                                                 T W O   H A N D S

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"I don’t feel good about my work unless I dream about it. If I obsess enough during the day that my character’s in my dreams at night, then I know I’m working hard enough." - Dane DeHaan for Vogue Magazine (2013)

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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ingrid Michaelson

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be So take my hand, and take my whole life, too

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       ” pff.  obesity.  please. nothing on my body         is gonna wobble before i’m old  and  grey,         i’ll tell you that.  my digestion  is magical.         nothing sits with moi.  but fine.  we’ll visit         you future work space,  get my fries  and         then i’ll join your little ray of sunshine-self         for a couple of drinks. sounds like a plan. ”

[ktenologys]

       " wait until you pre-pubescent metabolism        catches up to you. you'll    be wishing  you         listened to me,     but alas    i'll be running         marathons and taking over the world. god,        you're an asshole. i am a ray of sunshine,        thank you very much, that better not have        been sarcasm. "