rain in desert sky

there was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning. the ground to be his bed, the sky his awning. a blue neon lamp in a midnight country field. cows   surround   so   you   lean  on,  l e a n on, so much your hugs become hold ons. oh, those three worn words — oh that we whisper like the rubbing hands of tourists in v e r o n a. i just want to love you in my own language. well that smell of sex, good like burning wood. the wayward lad lay c l a i m to two thirsty girls from hornsea — who left a note when dawn came. girls from the pool say hi ; the road erodes at five feet per year along england's coastline. love was just a b u t t o n we pressed last night by                    the c a m p f i r e

[maycs-blog1]

NOVEMBER:

There wasn’t really an agreement between himself and his flatmate that he would vacate the premises whenever he had…houseguests over, not really. Instead there existed an unspoken understanding that if November were so averse to his kinky nighttime undertakings, he should find somewhere else to spend his time instead of making their mornings miserable and awkward. It was fine, really. The blond was all too happy to stay out of his sex-ruffled hair if it meant that they would keep drama to a minimum, but usually he had a little more morning than a ‘friend’ showing up at four in the morning for some loud, ear-splitting sex through paper thin walls. Normally, he had enough time to ask Hadley if he could go over for a couple hours. Instead, he decided to take a walk, wrapping up in too many layers for a summer night and plugging in his headphones. The Brightonian seascape was so familiar to him that he could picture it even with closed eyes, so he focused more on the music pouring into his ears, his body swaying slightly as Van McCann’s deep voice slipped into his ears. As usual, only one of his earbuds was stuffed in, the other hanging loosely in front of his hoodie to allow for the sounds of the sea and the birds to add ambience to his early morning stroll. The sound of someone’s voice managed to shock him into a complete halt, grey eyes snapping over just quick enough to look at them before dropping away and averting. For a second, he seriously wondered if they were talking to someone else, but it wouldn’t take a glance around to see that they were alone. He cleared his throat. “Um… You shouldn’t do that. Talk to strangers. What the fuck?” The blond sounded more…confused than anything. “It’s like — You could, you never who…You know?”

black fingernails trace her eyebrows, straightening them out in an effort to appear more composed in this nocturnal hour. disassembled and bare, she is the rawest version of herself. comfortable in the skin she lives inside, her personality radiates through her pores. buried in this oozing persona is her fearlessness, her courage, her audacity. regardless if is a stranger or a best friend that happens to stroll past, her mouth opens and speaks to permeate the silence between them. without the filler of conversation, a void can develop in maya’s heart. it’s an impulse, and when this instinct is ignored, it becomes unsettling. comparable to the urge to sneeze, but never actually sneezing — it doesn’t sit right. ignorantly, maya forgets that others are not this way. instead, she speaks up, softer this time as to not startle the young adult in front of her, “i guess i figure there isn’t much danger lurking around this area. unless, of course, you’re trying to tell me something?” she sarcastically hints at him, her wits not failing her even though her exhaustion overwhelms, “ well , sure. yeah, i know. i just, don’t REALLY mind. creeps can smell fear, you know that?”

[maycs-blog1]

CORBYN:

mornings are corbyn’s typical meditation time; there’s something about the quiet of the early morning, sun barely pushing over the horizon that brings her a certain peace. the peace extends beyond her four walls, most people in town never up early enough for work ( none of them look at the sunrise anymore, she’s discovered ) so she takes the opportunity to go out then and settle on the beach without the baking sun luring overhead or the sounds of commotion swirling around her. some days she’ll bring her yoga mat down by the shores, but today’s mood prompted for more of a stroll. her hands are stuffed in the pockets of her sweater as she ambles along slowly, eyes trained on at the ground beneath her. she’s somewhat startled when she hears someone else call out to what she realizes is her — there’s no one else on the beach at this hour, corbyn, except for you. “sorry?” she repeats, turning in what she thinks is the direction of where the voice has come with a hand shielding her eyes in an vain attempt to see where she’s looking before awkwardly letting it fall by her side when she sees it’s maya. “just a morning person, i guess. i like coming out here for a walk ‘fore the sun comes up, it’s more tranquil.” she rests one of her hands on her hips, rolling all her weight onto that side of her body as she takes a step closer. “could ask you the same thing; you working on something?” 

maya watches as the blonde figure approaches her, falling into her trap of conversation. in the morning, sounds and sights are sensitive. waves can go from rolling to crashing, and sunrises can go from pink to rainbows. heightened senses are common right after a sound sleep, or even if an individual is exhausted enough. it doesn’t surprise her that corbyn wasn’t immediately responsive to the question, the sluggish tone of the morning fog setting over them. it brought a turtle-like slowness to every mind. her fingers pull through her curled locks, grazing the edges of her shoulders. with the screen still illuminating the dawn, she turns the camera towards corbyn. a visual of painted colors and soft water is portrayed on the device, “i guess you could say that. it’s more a hobby based thing, but i guess i could use this in my gallery. typically, my pictures have subjects in them, though. this one is probably an exclusive, a rare maya masterpiece that will never leave this SD card. consider yourself  LUCKY you got to experience this.” the satire is detectable in her voice as she ends her sentence. her work is good, but maya would never flatter herself as such.

[maycs-blog1]

hey guys i am sorry for not posting/replying today, i got caught up in my feels a bit (lowkey broke up w my bf last night) so i’m kinda just trying to wind down and feel a lil normal before i spark up my writing again. i should be able to get to replies either v late tn or tomorrow during the day i love u all and i hope ur havin fun rping 

[maycs-blog1]

MARIANA:

mornings spent along the beach were cherished by Marie. it wasn’t solely for the solitude and almost eerie out of place silence the typically energetic stretch of land possessed the rest of the time. it was the dark expanse of stars that glittered in the dawn sky, slowly fading until a sudden break of light washed her surroundings in gold. for the most part of the walk she kept her head down, however, tucked into the thick scarf around her. the biting wind forced tears to her eyes, a motivation to hastily pass the thundering shore.

try as she might have to ignore the avid photographer standing further upwards, continue on her way and avoid being captured, she too had curiosities. ‘ early start, ’ she replied, nearing to eye the camera. ‘ is it safe for me to say you’re MOSTLY here for the sunrise? guess i should get out of the way. ’

for a minute there, maya was utterly alone. being without company is rare to her, though she has learned to embrace the time she has with herself. there’s a calamity that comes with being by oneself, a kind of tranquility. for whatever reason, maya craves the hustle of other living beings surrounding her all the time, rather than the introspective moments. it doesn’t take much for her to reach out a friendly hand, or approach a stranger. a smile graced her cheeks, as to propose a peace offering, “oh, actually i don’t mind having people in my shots. it makes them more interesting. but if you’re camera shy i get it, most people are surprisingly.” her experience with friends requesting pictures of them to be deleted was much too large. her theory was the lack of confidence in society contributed to that attitude. 

[maycs-blog1]

MORGAN:

in all honesty, the abrupt voice makes morgan jump. she’s no stranger to an early morning wander,  insomnia claiming even someone as lazy as morgan as its next victim, proving that even those who’d love to sleep, can’t always do so. although she’s not the biggest fan of the beach, she does prefer it early in the morning, before the tourists make their way down to set up camp for the day – hell, before most of them are even awake. as soon as the initial surprise fades, and morgan can focus on the figure, she approaches, not needing the ask the same question in return. photography is cool, and morgan can definitely appreciate it, she just never got into it herself. props to the other woman, though. “uh – bit of a night owl, sometimes,” she wants so badly to inquire about her photography, both out of  genuine interest, and knowing that it’s the polite thing to do, but the words don’t come out. yet again. 

when she is up at all odd hours of the night (to benefit her collection), maya tends to forget how sensitive this time of day is. if anyone happens to be out of their bed, they’re either on their way to work, returning from a long night of partying, or is having trouble getting to sleep. in her conviviality, maya finds ease sparking up conversation with the face that she could put a name to, but had no idea how they met. it was that familiar feeling, but there’s no way to put a pin in it. her words drip off her lips softly, unlike the prior waterfall of excitement, “i can relate to that, clearly. count yourself lucky. not everyone gets to experience a sunrise like this.” her appreciation for the small things makes for light conversation, perfect for this early in the morning.

[maycs-blog1]

her camera stands as tall as she does, directed towards the horizon. to the naked eye, it is a midnight abyss where sea blends to sky. during the morning hours, the sun would illuminate behind the water, and distinguish the land from the atmosphere. immediately before dawn, maya navigates her way to the sand. her goal is to capture a starry night turned purple and orange hues. with her finger on the fire button, one eye closed and the other focused through a microscopic lens, she coincidentally snapped a silhouette figure strolling past during her long exposure. she is not phased by an unpredictable subject, she enjoys capturing others in action. but it is not even morning, the sun is just starting to show its face. curiously, maya calls out, “what are you doing up so early, huh?” her extroversion forcing her mouth open and words out. long nails still gripping the edge of the camera, she appears from behind the viewfinder. 

[kpopco]

[maycs-blog1]

a photoshoot, for a friend’s collection.

( JUNE 14TH 2017 )

[invdious]

[maycs-blog1]

i’m gonna go grocery shopping and cook myself some dinner and stuff, and then i’ll get to replies and replying to starters! i love u all already u all have amazing muses thought up aw i can’t wait to rp w y’all

[maycs-blog1]

hey lovelies!! i’m viv, and you can read a bit abt maya (and me) under the read more. just a heads up, this is long as fuuuuck i’m so sorry.

edit: so tired i forgot to add this, if u wanna plot feel free to hmu or like this and i’ll approach u bubs! lol damn i’m good at this rp thing .........

okay so basics, my pronouns are she/her and i’m 20, and i reside in cst. some things u should know abt me, i get carried away w my writing a lot so if you don’t want a thread to get longer please just let me know and i’ll pull it back so quickly lol! i just have a thing for detail anywaYS

here is a lil abt my masterpiece maya

ok so lets start off w how she is now, she’s kinda like that person that seems like they know everything but it’s not like she throws it in your face. she just has that old soul vibe ig, so ppl see her as a natural leader. also shes a photographer @ the starry night gallery u feel so like ya. her work is rly like, introspective as fuck like u have to kinda interpret how the subjects in her photos are feeling.

from mayas perspective tho like she’s just doing her own thing. she’s naturally independent and a bit of an outcast, and she has been that way for a while so she tends to embrace it. like she just doesn’t pay attention to what other ppl are doing bc she thinks like , each life should be individual

this doesn’t mean she’s mean, she’s actually kinda nice and maybe inspiring is the right word - like she will push anyone to do anything they’re passionate abt, whether she agrees w it or not bc she believes everyone should do their own thing 

but like ... if u get on her bad side (would most likely happen if you’re errogant or somethin, like acting like you’re above all bc maya thinks we’re all equal regardless of status) hm u just dont wanna be  there ok

anyways, her bg ( bio on 4th tab if  ur up for reading a novel)

she had a normal life up until like 12 like cookie cutter dinner every night at the family table and church on sundays type shit and like ...

then her bro was born and since he was kinda a miracle bc her parents werent supposed to be able to have kids after maya he started gettin attention ig and maya was used to being a single child for her whole life

so maya starts rebelling bc she meets this girl valarie who ends up being her best friend and is rly rebellious blah blah blah and it breaks her parents up, her dad moves away w her young impressionable brother and maya is left w her emotionally unavailable mother

fast forward to her sr yr she got her heart broken by some popular boy who aint shit and her best friend got w him after maya so like she was like fuck this and moved away to brighton to make amends w her dad and brother right

so she gets there eventually after like months of anxiety abt meeting them, and her brother has no fuckin clue who she is he thinks hes an only child and his mother abandoned him so like

maya has to gain her brothers trust all the while hating her father but eventually gains his trust and then her brother disappears in all of this shit and wallah we’re at the end of the story

now she takes pictures and shit abt the disappearances like of ppl who have lost ppl idk im tired i cant explain it but like shes like an artist ig lol aeuyvegjb bye i suck so much 

she’s emotionally damaged but uses it to her advantage is the one takeaway u could have from this idek

i dont even make sense anymore

one more edit bc fuck lol maya is poly and she identifies as female. she/her my lovelies.

what is grammar

[theneoclassic]

[thesorrowsofgin]

The Sorrows of Gin. | 🍸

[phreshouttarunway]

She read people like books, quietly, studying their lines and scars like words on a page, studying their walk, the way they hold themselves. Wondering what story brought them here, she reads them and hopes for a happy ending

(via phreshouttarunway)

[artxhqs]

[ personalities based on the days of the week ] – friday people have some of the most creative personality traits. you tend to be one of the wisest people among your friends, are often told that you have a very old soul, extremely spiritual, and have an amazing sense of intuition. however, you do not do well with setbacks and can obsess over disappointments that you’ve experienced in the past.

[alysilverio]

[lasheeda]

The Devil asked me how I knew my way around the halls of hell. I told him I did not need a map for the darkness I know so well.

(via lasheeda)

[coltre]

a lovely day around milan with friends spent jumping on trains and exploring abandoned builidings. check my instagram for more pictures and adventures Paolo Raeli

[bon-bona]

Hayley Kiyoko - Sleepover