Half Moon

"I wasn't always fighting for love and justice. I was fighting for my friends and loved ones too."

[lvnula]

( I finally just remembered to declare a hiatus! Oops. I’ve been for a while, cause of speeches and papers, but finals are coming up this week! I’ll return after then! )

[inboxmemethings-deactivated2015]

Angsty Sentence Starters

Are you just going to disappear on me again?

Are you saying that this is my fault?

Don’t pretend like you ever cared.

Everything was a lie, I was just using you.

Forget you ever met me.

How could you leave me here?

How long have you known about the affair?

I always knew I’d end up hating you.

I don’t think I can trust you anymore, or ever again.

I hope you never forgive me for what I did to you.

I needed you and you weren’t there.

I never want to hear your name again.

I remember when you made me happy, I don’t know what I was thinking.

I should have never trusted you.

I thought you said you’d never hurt me.

If this is goodbye, make sure I never see you again.

It was fun while it lasted, but I can’t do this anymore.

Just the thought of being around you makes me feel sick.

People have died because of you!

Please tell me what I did wrong, what I can do to fix this.

There’s no such thing as love, at least not between us.

Was everything a lie?

We used to have something great and now I can’t get far enough away from you.

We’ll never be able to go back to how we were.

What about all those nights, do they mean nothing to you?

What we had meant nothing to me.

You can’t just walk away like nothing happened!

You never want to see me again?

You used to give me hope and now you give me nothing.

You’re so caught up with impressing everyone that doesn’t matter.

[forgottenfeeelings]

Behind my smile is a ’ please save me, I can’t do this any longer ’ but people will never see this.

(via forgottenfeeelings)

[anastasic]

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[goddess-suji]

[lvnula]

storvteller:

Gayoon calmly lowered her cup of coffee, eyes squinting at the girl who was leaning towards her in a semi sitting position with her palms plastered on the table. “Because only with mistakes do people learn. And you have forgotten how much that mistake caused you. I shall remind you when I’ll find it necessary.” After that the Story Teller took another sip, the corners of her lips gently curving into a smile.  Rhiannon was a bright star, the kind ofbubble-ness she needed in her dark store. The girl found Arabesque a month ago and since then was an often visitor, filling the place with positive vibes. Gayoon found herself to be more and more fond of another. “Repeat after me: I shall not cross the street without looking both to the right and to the left again.”

Lectures left and right. Did she really create that much of a reputation? She wouldn’t admit it, even if her life depended on it.

”It was a one time accident, I was in a hurry,” she whined. Rhiannon always instantly protested. She was a rebel. Just one look at her and anyone would know this wasn’t her first time. She couldn’t sit still long. She was constantly fidgeting, constantly moving. She spoke as rapidly as she thought, oftentimes. Even in such a pleasant place, the younger female was full of life. She knew why Gayoon was forcing her to repeat the statement. She greatly appreciated how much the other cared for her. The part of her that hated listening would never cooperate. She just couldn’t. She huffed a bit before mumbling, “I shall not cross the street without looking both to the right and to the left again.”

[ltakvda]

His eyes remained in the same position as she spoke, taking note of her answer before slightly nodding his head. “Ah, is that so?” Wake’s eyebrow was kept raised, turning his head to stare at the ground where his cigarette held the previous flame of when it was lit, “Sounds to me like the answer of a ninja.” Pressing his sole against the light, he pushed himself over to make space beside him, patting the vacant area with his palm, “If you don’t have a motive to kill me, then I suppose I can let you sit down next to me then, huh?”  

[lvnula]

Peculiar. That was the first word she would have chosen. Then again, many things in this city were peculiar. She was no exception. That wasn’t her point. Was that even a point? Perhaps not. She nodded once, in response. She fidgeted with her jacket for a moment, her own eyebrow raising. She chuckled softly, “A ninja? If only. Far too clumsy to be something like that.” Why was she lingering about it? Shouldn’t she keep moving on? That would be the smart thing. Her attention was diverted as he made room for her. Rhiannon crossed the distance between them and sat down, “Do you always invite strangers to sit with you, when they don’t plan to kill you?”

[jajjangs]

        ❝ — I haven’t just seen ghosts. I’ve battled      the SNOT out of ‘em, I’ve sacrificed hours of       my LIFE to save people who weren’t able to     sleep in their homes anymore, and I even had        to buy a few more pairs of pants when I first            started– but that’s another story. Point is,           if I die, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.                                                           Fair enough? ❞

He takes a deep breath as squinted eyes glance towards the TERRORIZING house standing tall, overshadowing their figures.

                            ❝ — Can we at least hold hands. ❞

[lvnula]

"As thrilling as your, uhm.., pants stories sound, I'm gonna have to pass on that. Cause I really don't need to know about that! Moreover, if you've fought ghosts before, what's the problem? We just go in, grab the bracelet, and leave! It's simple, if ask me. But if you wanna haunt me, that's your problem!"

Grinning brightly, she holds her hand out to him.

"If it really makes you feel better, go on. But the faster we do this, the faster we can leave!"

[lvnula]

❝I got lost in the sounds.❞

Random Sentences

It wasn’t often that the practice room was empty. Theater and music students often dominated the room. And since her facade was that of a terrible student, she would never be caught there during class hours. Rhiannon had been singing. Freely. It was a brief spell of liberation. The moment would be lost soon enough. She’d fade back into her role of apathy. What a game she played. Not in this moment. For now, she sang any and everything that came to mind. She relished in the peace of the empty room. However, her concentration broke. She spotted the other woman and paused. This wasn’t her plan. What was she going to do? Rhiannon didn’t have long to think, for she was speaking. Scratching the side of her head, she spoke, “...Oh, did you?”

[lvnula]

❝Alcohol is bad for you. So are drugs. And sex.❞

Random Sentences

She frowned at him. Why, oh why, was he lecturing her? Wasn’t that what Health class was for? Not that she would know. She tended to not pay attention to much of anything, let alone school. Her arms folded across her chest as she contemplated his statement. It was no surprise she was known for being out of control. He had known her long enough and well enough to know her history. Recently, she stayed sober. At least nine out of ten times, she was. Usually. It was rare for her to drink herself into oblivion. Truth was, she couldn’t afford to. As for drugs? They never appealed to her. Too risky. And sex? She would only make love, not sex. She loved no one like that. She hadn’t in over a year. She was celibate, or something like that, for the moment.

“Jiho-oppa, I’m fiiiine!” she exclaimed, haughtily.

[wordsnquotes]

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via wordsnquotes)

[lvnula]

( Postponing owed memes and replies until tomorrow. Must focus on schoolwork, somehow. )

[lvnula]

vagabond-c:

Keeping his position, he listened to the words of a young woman pierce through the silence that clouded over the vacant bench in the park that was conveniently placed far enough from the road to drown out any noise. Caleb’s cigarette hung from the corner of his lip before taking one last drag to only put it out after letting the smoke seep out of his nostrils, “Night caters well to people like me. Less to deal with, in my opinion. Unless you’re looking for trouble.” Finally turning his gaze to meet the woman beside him, he eyed her up and down before raising a brow. “Are you looking for trouble?”

She could have kept walking. Maybe she should. That would have been the smart thing to do. She was exhausted after all. Her thoughts were too consuming, to return to an empty apartment. It may have been a quiet night, but she was restless. Her feet had carried her to the park. A path she had walked hundreds of thousands of times. She hardly even noticed where she was, until she spotted him. The question was foolish. It was out of her mouth, before she could stop herself. His straightforward answer startled. She was accustomed to being ignored. She tilted her head before replying, “Nope. Don’t think I’d make my presence known, if I was anyway.”

[lvnula]

❝You know you’re supposed to mix it, right?❞

Random Sentences

“Do I?” Rhiannon scrunched her nose. She stared at the cookie recipe. This wasn’t her first time baking. In fact, she was quite fond of baking. It was like a sort of drug for her. A drug that momentarily allowed her to forget the world. One couldn’t allow their attention to wonder, when making food. And her attention often drifted. She had been working on autopilot. It was a wonder the kitchen wasn’t on fire yet, the more she thought about it. She stared at the bowl. Yes, yes, she did. Nothing would be accomplished, if they stayed as is. She’d have some strange shaped cookies. 

“Oh... Whoops. We’re not gonna mention this mistake.”

[thedarkertruth]

Send me a “旦” If our muses haven’t interacted yet and but you want us to change that.

[wisnim]

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

(via mejtywisniewski)

[stormyyskiess]

We were an almost. Almost lovers. Almost together. Almost perfect. Almost lucky. Almost destined. Almost intertwined. Almost inseparable. Almost satisfied. Almost true. Almost devoted. Almost loved.

Almost happy. (via stormyyskiess)