oddball

YANA SHMAYLOVA● ● ● ● | s/o r/s “I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.”

[lvxcroix-deactivated20140809]

Seventy….four? {‘his lips curve down and he starts to count on his fingers.} That seems a bit much, doesn’t it? And did you just… ? {‘he watches her fingers as they flutter by in a wave, his frown deepening.} Yana, was it? I can assure you I’m quite legal in every country this planet has to offer.  Why? Do I appear to be underage? Will talking to me get you in trouble if I’m not older? {‘he’d finally met someone almost as interesting as the man who looked like him.} If we were to look at my identification card, it would tell you I was born in 1990. How does that work for you?

[oddxxball]

Both yes and no? You could say I've got plenty, but you'd be surprised about the amount of individuals who've already surpassed a hundred. {`she nodded again to confirm her name and listened to him as he spoke, eyes calmly scanning him in a somewhat puzzled manner. the more he spoke the more he baffled her and she ended up pinching her chin between her index finger and her thumb, generously rubbing at it to make it all fall into place } Truthfully that works quite terrible for me. It just doesn't add up. {`with a crinkle of her nose caused by deep concentration she tipped her head to the side, not at all ashamed by how thoroughly she was visually examining his entire physical being } How can a soul that has yet to reach the age of 25 be so at peace with life? That just doesn't happen... there has to be something else... {`by this time around she was mumbling to herself, trying to get the entire thing to make sense } You're too experienced to be born in 1990, but then again your physique does match that number. Hm. How peculiar.

[oddxxball]

[txt] well ok I like the year 1234. because of the numbres. [txt] wheres my milk then?

[text] good, you’ve got good taste in years.

[text] in the grocery store?

[text] i was just reminding you that you needed to go.

[text] in case you forgot.

[oddxxball]

One shadow? {‘he glances behind him. he’d never thought he’d had more, but then again, he could have at one point, maybe if he were holding a soul. with a quick shake to his head though, he returns the smile, rubbing at his nose and pinching his brow.} Yifan. And what is yours? And how many shadows do you have?

{`she nodded in acknowledgement } One shadow. {`it wasn't all too clear whether or not the man just played along for the sake of humoring her or if there were genuine interest, but as of right now she couldn't care less. she had found a truly fascinating specimen and that deserved some investigation } The name's Yana, and I'm bound to have... {`she started counting her fingers and stopped at seven } 74 if I remember correctly. Some of them are quite vague. But enough about that. {`she offered a dismissive wave -- her shadows weren't all too important. yifan's lack of them were } Just out of curiosity... how old are you?

[hogpig]

[oddxxball]

[text » xxxx]: Are we going to do this or what?

[text] of course we are.

[text] you’re the slowpoke here.

[text] and while you’re at it, remind me what ‘this’ is again.

[oddxxball]

[text]: Don’t get too comfortable.

[text] don’t sweat it.

[text] there’s no fun in being comfortable, so why bother.

[rpboxmemes]

send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

[lexxparis-deactivated20140521]

Go ahead, make a fool of yourself. Maybe then you’ll listen to your conscience.

Jimminy Cricket (via lexxparis)

[oddxxball]

"Hello?"

Just out from her shift, Yana gave herself a chance to calm down from the slight stress by simply chilling in the most immediate way — half sprawled out on an entire bench on the sidewalk. When a voice was heard she tore her eyes away from the sky and gazed towards the stranger. An easy, effortless smirked tugged at the corner of her lips. “Hey there, yourself.” She brushed long strands of blonde hair behind her shoulder to prevent it from falling in front of her face like a curtain as she kept her eyes locked on the stranger with a slight tilt of her head. “Are you here for a piece of the bench, or is there something else?”

[positivedoodles]

Never be afraid to call out people who treat you badly just because it might make them dislike you. If they only like you when they don’t have to think about how their actions affect you, then they don’t really like you anyway. You have the right to speak up when you feel that you aren’t being treated properly. You have the right to speak up when something bothers you even if it’s a small thing or even if it doesn’t seem rational. You have the right to tell someone that they’re hurting you even if they aren’t hurting you on purpose. You have the right to get upset about something even if other people might not get upset about it. You always have the right to say “What you’re doing is hurting me, and I would like you to stop.” Anyone who doesn’t respect your right to say that doesn’t respect you, and you deserve respect.

[oddxxball]

YANA SHMAYLOVA | 24 | NURSE AT A HOMELESS SHELTER | genuine oddity

"I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life." — helene bertha amalie “leni” riefenstahl

AU | LITERATE | para, script, action ; possible 18+ | REBLOG/FOLLOW

[vrugric]

[quotethat]

It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.

Unknown (via quotethat)

[oddxxball]

YANA SHMAYLOVA | 24 | NURSE AT A HOMELESS SHELTER | genuine oddity

"I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life." -- helene bertha amalie "leni" riefenstahl

AU | LITERATE | para, script, action ; possible 18+ | REBLOG/FOLLOW

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[koreanmodel]

[karmaphalasanga-deactivated2015]

As a man discards his worn-out clothes to put on new and different ones; so the embodied self discards its worn-out bodies to take on other new ones

Krishna; Bahagavad-Gita (via karmaphalasanga)