mr. hyde.

[nkjima]

Tsk...

Then tell me, to what do I owe this sudden bratiness?

[nkjima]

You're stupid.

You spelled Irresistible wrong.

[nkjima]

I kinda miss you, old man. -A

Then why don’t you come back to me? I know that “kinda” is an euphemism. 

[melisica]

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

Be careful Anaïs, abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

Henry & June, 1990 (via rabbitinthemoon)

[nkjima]

nakaxmaru

It really does tend to be, unfortunately. 

Yes. I would say it’s a damn vicious circle. Once you let anger get under your skin and keep a small part of yourself under control, it never stops, it only escalates. Or perhaps it’s just me, I believe some people found ways to tame the spreading down before it becomes toxic. 

[livingstills]

[nkjima]

 @jaenv

Been months. I miss my brother.  

Months... I miss my brother as well. I'm deeply sorry for disappearing like that. I was honestly busy with my business until the beginning of the month. Since then, my mind just entered that really weird place, like a fucking blur, I couldn’t answer to your texts. You were saying you passed by my office the other day? You’re in Japan?

[nkjima]

 @repvlsion

near impossible not to do for some. 

Indeed, near impossible. Have you heard this annoying line describing anger as some poison you drink waiting for the other to die? People who dare telling me that make me want to shove that empty flask down their throat and watch them choke on it.

[nkjima]

Probably holding onto anger.

It’s intoxicating, isn’t it,

addictive even.

[nkjima]

“Suzuna.”

Naturally, Nakajima returned the embrace, a serene smile hovering his lips. Indeed, the last time they saw each other got lost through the past : back when he broke his engagements up, perhaps.  “I actually often come around, to think and breathe. I guess I’m linked to this place... you as well.” The heir then spoke on his usual deep tone, peacefully paced, remembering the memories they shared here when they were younger. Pulling away, the man’s obscure eyes then rested on her - everytime he was seeing Suzuna, there was something new about her aura : Evolving? Certainly.  An almost silent laughter escaped from his throat as he was catching his pack of black cigarettes from his suit pocket, his lighter too. “How do you know I was wondering about that?” He questioned. Suzuna knew what could be running on his mind, no matter how much of a dark maze it was. “I told you we should climb on a ferris wheel together someday, that would be the only way to kill the fear of yours.” Toxic stick between his light, tip lighted up, he took the first hit and the smoke was escaping from his lips, his other hand slipping down his dark coat. “Why wandering around here at night, Suzuna? There must be a reason.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ From here.   To @jurina-andthediamonds

[mywaytobeinvincible]

[wordsnquotes]

eleutheromania

(noun) An obsolete word, eleutheromania is defined as an intense and irresistible desire for freedom. 

[nkjima]

Happy birthday ♡ A.

Thank you Sweetness. I’m touched to see you remembered this old man’s birthday. Though, the real quesion is : where are you?

[mbacani]

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

Colum McCann, TransAtlantic

[nkjima]

( msg. ) in Japan for a few days, sorry, short notice. Fancy a drink with me?

( msg. ) F i n a l l y . I have the feeling I keep meeting with people I don’t give much shit about but I never get to see my brother. Yes yes, let’s go for a drink, you’re free right now or later in the night?

[kkohvru-blog]

` @nkjima

                            It was just a thought she had after days of longing and loneliness, hoping for the other to come and grace them with their presence. Such was the life of the two, drowning in work, barely having time for each other, except for that one day each week where their time is mostly dedicated to each other. It was a random idea; she didn’t expect he’d easily approve of it, considering it seemed senseless and sudden, but much to her surprise–and what a pleasant one it was–he seemed to be on the same page as she. And so, the heiress wasted no time in scheduling a day off her busy week, asking his assistant to do the same for him. Koharu reserved an entire day for the search of the perfect office penthouse, where the they both could stay in together and finish their work, with each other only a few strides away. She was normally a woman of sense; she thought she was simply being too clingy, too needy for his presence; her voice of reason whispered the idea might be counter-productive, as they both might serve as distractions and end up not doing anything, but she insisted on it, betting on the fact that they were both responsible company heads who wouldn’t give into the temptation of canoodling instead of actually finishing boring paperwork.  “What do you think of this one, mon amour?” She asked as they stepped into the spacious penthouse, one wall completely made of glass. It was their fourth house that day–no luck up until then. Their real estate agent followed them in, describing the specifications–but Koharu’s mind only needed to register the fact that there are three big bedrooms in the property for her to turn her man, her hands gently tugging at his sleeve. “Mon cher, this is it. The common area is open and spacious, we can turn two of the three bedrooms into our offices and.. this is it. I see us here. What do you think?”

[nkjima]

                            Sharing a property, for Nakajima, was far from being insignificant . In the oh-so-complicated history of his relationships, it was easy to say that not once he accepted that type of major commitment - too attached to his own lifestyle, perhaps too selfish to put it aside. When it came to Koharu though, he didn’t think twice before accepting. As much as she was needy of his presence, he was too. A part of him knew it wouldn’t be that easy to focus at the beginning. Having her around would certainly be a great temptation to just cook together, take baths together, snuggle, talk, instead of dealing with the moutains of work they always would have. How long would it take to find the proper balance between business and pleasure? He did not mind, he was ready to try and make this work. “You know I always had a weak spot for glass, mon ange.” He answered her first question, on a voice of softness, one adressed to Koharu. “I still need to hear more.” Nakajima then added, this time naturally more severe and exigeant, eyes on the real state agent. The heir then was attentive to the specifications they were giving, all the previous penthouses happened to be good but “not enough”. Nodding silently, his features were showing the usual rigid concentration while looking around. But as soon as she turned around again, to come and tug his sleeve, it was easy to see the endearment through his eyes. “I like the open space yes, I like the luminosity, I like the arragement of it.” He spoke, one of his hands traveling from his pocket to hold hers, his eyes still on her. “One bedroom for us, two for our offices, that would be perfect yes.” With one step, he walked closer to her body, still holding her hand. "There is no room for Nami then I guess I’ll have to turn on the lights on and open the doors by myself though.” He added on an amused tone as it was self deprecating humor - even if well, it was true that it would be the first time for the heir to live without Nami.  “Let’s go see the rooms?” The spoke on a rethorical way, leading Koharu towards the first and biggest one, the real estate agent following them.