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Well then..
Cute, huh? But I don’t fit there.. Uh… Movies might be safer than parks… I might push a kid down. Never know. *laughs*
Eh, liar, you're quite cute but you just don't admit it. {'nods slowly} Such a rebel, why would you push a kid anyway? But Movie it is then!
What was on your mind then? *tilts his head*
Mhmm, something cute and simple, because I'm cute and simple? {'grins at her words, though obviously joking} Park date or movie date?
Mhm.
You don’t ever have to feel guilty about doing things that make you feel happy and empowered. It doesn’t matter how silly or seemingly insignificant it is. It doesn’t matter whether people disapprove or misunderstand. It doesn’t matter how good you are, and it doesn’t matter how much time it takes. If something soothes your soul and makes living more manageable and meaningful to you, it’s important and worth pursuing. You don’t need anyone’s permission or approval to do things that make you come alive.
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*grabs your hand, swinging it playfully* How about.. Kicking children around? That’s simple.
Kicking children? {'raises a brow and shakes her head before letting out a chuckle} That wasn't exactly what I had in mind..
Good memory… *rubs the back of his neck* What do princesses likes to do for dates? *slowly lets go, shoving his hands into his back pockets*
{'she chuckles and retreats her hands too, humming softly as if in thought} Well, simple dates are always nice, Princesses like me aren't too picky.
Quality time. Sounds like a date we’re having. *pecks your forehead* But yes, I missed my princess.
Yes, some months ago you even promised me a proper date but it never happened so I deserve one now for returning. {'chuckles and tilts her head up to look at you} I missed my prince a lot too.
Age is just a number. *grins, tightening his hold* Besides I don’t mind this at the moment.
Mhm, that's partly true yes. {'nods and smiles as she looks up at you} Well, I'm not complaining either, I missed you so I should spend some quality time with my lucky charm.
*pulls you towards him and laughs* Fine, I’ll make an exception since you recently came back.
Yes, besides I'm older than you so I get to do whatever I want anyway. {'chuckles and wraps her arms around your neck} If anything I should eb ordering you around!
Isn’t it late? Will it make you sleep if I hug you? *opens his arms*
Not sure if it would made me sleep, though I would like it. {'walks into your arms and smiles slightly} I'm not tired, it's late but I can sleep until late tomorrow.
Go to sleep.
You're always telling me to sleep, what if I'm not sleepy? Instead you should just offer me a hug, that would be much more appreciated!
It's currently quite boring.
Hey, I’m not that greasy- Okay, that’s a lie. You love my grease though. Admit it, princess. *smirks*
That's a complete lie, you're absolutely greasy. I do love it, unfortunately so much I'm starting to become like you. {'laughs}
29/10/2013
How long had it been, she wasnt even sure herself. She had missed the sound of him singing, though he wasn't a great singer, she had missed the sound of his voice, when he would merely talk or tell her the stories he had written for her. Though it was so long ago, she could still remember it very clearly. He had always meant a lot to her, so especially when he had suddenly left, she broke down. Even now, years later, she still wondered how he was doing and he still passed her mind every once in a while, more than it should have been. They were like parts of each other, he had been the only one she had.
Many letters she had written, and hidden on places they would come often in hope he would go there and find it. She had left little pieces of drawings she made all over the city, in hope he would recognize them and would search for her. She wondered, was he already searching for her, did he even care at all that they'd been separated for so long? Maybe he had long forgotten about her, thought of her as nothing more than a mere childhood friend, one that didn't mean much to him. The thought of it made her want to burst out in tears.