jt-hwabo:
Gong Yoo - Esquire Korea May 2016
art blog(derogatory)

No title available
d e v o n

Kaledo Art

if i look back, i am lost

Discoholic 🪩
noise dept.

blake kathryn
taylor price
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.

@theartofmadeline
KIROKAZE
𓃗
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi

★
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
todays bird
seen from Peru

seen from Canada
seen from Peru
seen from Peru
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@obsxlucius-blog
jt-hwabo:
Gong Yoo - Esquire Korea May 2016
Gong Yoo nonchalantly turning my heart into a fondue.
(via We ❤ It)
Not sure which one is the monkey…
Luke is never without a pack of cigarettes (or gum).
(via We ❤ It)
It seems as if we’re always playing hide-and-seek.
so close yet so far away.
I miss you. He whispers.
A sadness, emptiness present within his dark, hazel, eyes.
“You have something on your face.”
starter memes starring: @dahuimg ll status: accepting
If it was one thing Belle and Luke had in common, it was their aspirations toward art – and the maintenance of a semi-organized studio (though in the eyes of other’s it was more than a bit messy, the siblings liked to call it: organized chaos). Both had larger studios outside of their apartment, but also a work-space the size of a master bedroom within the apartment too. While belle’s studio held mostly large canvases and buckets upon buckets of paint (and a small dark-room), Luke’s held two potter’s wheel, an small-walk in fridge the size of a closet that held various sizes of glass jars containing an assortment of clay, other tools spooled about used for sculpting or carpeting, and only a few canvases with an assortment of acrylic or water color tubes. Yet, the biggest difference, was that few stepped within his studio – only a few eyes had graced the unfinished pieces and disheveled mess of the room.
Only Luke had left the door propped open, the small whirring of the potter’s wheel a silent hum escaping the room’s confines, bringing the other to unexpectedly drop by. He’d asked dahui to look after Max and Snow for the afternoon – partially because he’d wanted to see her again (though he’d used his beloved canines as a cover) and partially because he’d wanted a few hours to himself undisturbed. The other’s voice broke through the soft sound of music playing within the room and his trance as the wheel came to a slow stop, fingers laden with clay as he looked up. Scrunching up his noise, he questioned, “really? where?” Hazel orbs looked up at her, a child-like grin appearing as he tilted his head. “mind wiping it off for me? – otherwise I might become a clay-laden-mummy.”
TAT so cute.
Interior Decor of Belle & Luke Didonato’s Apartment.
the opportunities of a note
Starring: @mgsaebyeol
The day before...
A familiar face -- a persistent, and omnipresent smile -- and a whole tone of yelling and drunk customers later, a note was left to the owner of the establish for Saebyeol:
7:20 a.m. LJD inc. Dress professional Bring a notebook, pen, and ice americanos for ten.
The next morning...
Coffee in hand, glasses shadowing the bright morning light for a man that’d slept far too little, and the sound of Luke’s footsteps could be heard throughout the establishment. A bow from the guards at the door and a smile in return, he quickly swiped in before taking the elevator to the highest floor -- his office. Today was one of the few days he actually needed to report in at 7:30 sharp. It was the first day for the newly accepted interns, and well, according to PR chief, he needed to present a friendly image for the interns and give an aspiring welcoming speech -- he didn’t understand why, but he’d do it anyways. While the company usually only accepted 10 interns at a time, this round he’d opened up an unexpected 11th spot for a young girl he saw possible potential in -- but mostly because unlike most interns, he saw her persistence. Checking his watch, 7:25. He knew that the interns were no doubt reporting to their respective mentors before meeting up to go to his office but whether he’d see the lucky 11th would be a mystery. That is until the elevator doors opened.
HELLO EVERYBODY!! ;) Thank you for all your warm welcomes (or re-welcomes tehehe) but this is Belle’s Mun, Helen, here with my second muse: Luke Didonato! a.k.a Belle’s Older Brother! [ The Didonatos will wreck havoc in Mapo I say -- LOL jk ] I’m currently working on a plot page here but basically only a few tittles are up but they should be finished later on in the day -- on another note, like this post if you’d like to plot and I’ll invade your inbox. Otherwise, below are just a few facts about Luke! (and press the following links for his profile and more facts)
She has otherworldly dark eyes, unsure if they are the night sky where your dreams await you or your favorite nightmare you return to
N.E. (via wnq-writers)
Why do we do this to ourselves? Love so deep that it crushes our chest till we can hardly breathe. Why do we hold on so tightly to the very thing that pulls us under?
Ranata Suzuki, You were always my rock (via wnq-writers)