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[ //wow I'm alive. but i'm also running on 6 hours out of 48 so I should probably nap. ]

#.ppt #hmm.#maybe i'll work on replies when i wake up.

winonabug

#.dfy #Literally me every morning.

theframelines

#.dfy

renesque-deactivated20150622

"Ah…" The sound isn’t very distinct but rather airy with thought. She looks away for a moment, her tongue held to the roof of her mouth before it’s released with a faint click. Her attention is brought back to the male when the sound of his voice interrupts the brief silence, the thoughtful expression endowed on her features contorting with slight amusement. "I suppose. It is a beautiful color, anyway. Do you have a favorite?" Although the question is offtrack from their topic, it was a display of just how easily her curiosity could stem from the smallest of prompts — she wondered if there could be a hue that he would prefer his orbs to reflect. "Can’t blame them, really. They look like really unique lenses. Are you sure they aren’t; you’re not just pulling my leg, are you?" Her tone is just as playful and not at all serious, she believed him and his explanation without much doubt.

ntrepid

"Amber," he answered automatically. Drastically different from the dark violet that he was stuck with for the rest of his life, the colour he deemed his favourite oftentimes reminded him of warmth, a sense of grounding that he, otherwise, didn't seem to possess. Shaking his head quickly, hands were stuffed into his pockets and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that reflected his equally playful nature. "I could be," he pondered in almost instant answer to the banter going back and forth between them. "They could be lenses and I'm just telling you they aren't for the sake of it. Or I could be telling you the truth, and they aren't lenses, just to see if you'll be willing to believe me. Which one is it?" Now, one hand was just beneath his chin, fingers tapping against pale skin. "That's up to you to figure out."

#.cnv #renesque

kushandwizdom

Your worst battle is between what you know and how you feel.

(via jungkxok)

#.echo

wastedteens

escape reality

{listen}

1. medicine - the 1975 // 2. stolen dance - milky chance // 3. i see fire (kygo remix) - ed sheeran // 4. breezeblocks (cover) - alice jemima // 5. telescope - cage the elephant // 6. talk is cheap - chet faker // 7. such great heights - the postal service // 8. $ting - the neighbourhood // 9. stars - the xx // 10. every other freckle - alt j // 11. say my name / cry me a river - the neighbourhood // 12. im not the only one - sam smith // 13. dreams - gabrielle aplin ft bastille // 14. a world alone - lorde // 15. cavalier (the 1975 remix) - james vincent mcmorrow // 16. touch - troye sivan // 17. hunger of the pine - alt j // 18. detlef schrempf - band of horses // 19. menswear - the 1975 // 20. no diggity - chet faker // 21. hozier - work song // 22. high hopes (filous remix) - kodaline // 23. swingin’ party - lorde // 24. get lucky (cover) - daughter

{listen}

#.synth

pruningthisbranch-deactivated20

why does everyone care about being mature for their age like maybe i fucking like drinking from juice boxes and eating my popcorn like a fucking lizard fight me about it

#.nstrmnt #Literally me.

littlemiss-rachelb

REBLOG IF YOU APPRECIATE YOUR RP PARTNER AND JUST LIKE TO THANK THEM FOR PUTTING UP WITH YOU.

#.ppt #// heck yes.

oftenwoundedsometimesdestroyed

#.dfy

renesque-deactivated20150622

"I’ll do that; and the same to you, sir." Wisps of hair drape into her view and she lifts a hand to draw them back, fingernails tapping against her cheek for a brief moment as her hand is lowered back to her side. It had been commented on before — by her peers and fans alike — that she had a tendency to stare and maintain eye contact longer than most. It was a habit she figured that had come along with her apparent conspicuous nature; the logic she used to justify why she was able to spot an attribute where others disregarded it. "It’s unique, I could see why you would. There’s a hint of my favorite color in there, if I’m not wrong. A dark… purple?" There’s uncertainty in her tone as her voice trails off in an inquiry, lips pressed together for a short moment. "I like it; but how did that come about, if I may ask?"

ntrepid

"Genetic mutation." As simple as the answer was, it was vague, to the point, and nothing short of the truth. Over the years, he'd learned what to say(and what not to say), in terms of keeping secrets buried and truths revealed, and this was one of those things. If the level of comfort were higher, he'd have let her know a bit more but, for the moment, basic truth was more than enough. "Lucky for me it's a colour you like, ey?" This time, his voice had a subtle hint of a playful tone held within, his typically relaxed nature returning full force and aiding to help him block out most of the world around them. "I often get asked where I buy my lenses and no one ever believes me when I tell them I've never worn contacts a day in my life," he huffed afterwards, tongue pressing childishly against his right cheek. When people compared him to a five-year-old, they weren't exactly kidding.

#.cnv #renesque

deathseternal

Tenor vibrations ensnare the soul and keep the mind his voice the first thing she notices of this beautiful familiarity -oh, she knew he wished to fly then. The same as that girl in her youth, the one who cracked her head to never spread her wings again. The lesson of humpty dumpty in a far more fragile body.

His words betray his thoughts to her, did he know?

Bleached and washed away as he was, stunning and dangerous and broken into splintered pieces of pure ice as he stood there swayingly close to an edge uncrushable.

The beginnings of a smile found their ways there to him now perhaps the spark of fired amusement would be seen if those orbs of unknown depths would look to the side to see the creature of comfort to his side, legs dangling into the abyss because her curiosity with eternal damnation had always been strong. "Lunar thief, your perch is something precarious --the need to share is diminished if you try and freefall to an undeserving earth." Her comments were idle like the brushing of her fingers freely against chilled concrete and metal contraptions so breakable to her.

ntrepid

Destructive miracles often found solace within soft soprano, and tonight was no different. The lullaby of her voice anchored him - held fast to feet that were so very close to detaching themselves from a planet that did not deserve his presence. His gift, more like. Forever among the stars of a new world is what his mother used to say, every night before kissing his forehead and allowing him to dream.

Dream that one day, soon, he'd break free and find out if he actually could survive within the hands of space and time.

So much more breakable than he was, his lover bestowed white light over skin flawlessly farfetched; it really did not make sense for one to appear as strong, yet perfect in fragility, as she did. Nova-riddled hues finally cut far enough to the side to take her in, and a towering frame floated to her side, in lieu of disappearing upward. "You refuse to let me go," he could taste mock despair on his own tongue, yet violet never shown so bright with mirth as tonight. "Free-falling to a world unworthy is severely more devastating than allowing it to play the role of warden."