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The scenery of an interrupted dream; along with my vanished past, I’ll hold this wish within my heart, and I’ll open your eyes with this painfully sweet song. indie Amnesia heroine tracking: ofrosesandmemories singleship: twisted joker

[smollmikey]

Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters

aka “I can feel my cheeks blushing from just thinking about what I want to say to you”

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“I really love holding you, darling.”

“That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”

“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.”

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Writer’s choice

Send a name and a sentence xx

[thequotejournals]

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

Why is love intensified by absence?

Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

But you, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

Lang Leav, Soul Mates (via wnq-writers)

[thequotejournals]

Stars should not be seen alone. That’s why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.

Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via wnq-writers)

[ofrosesandmemories]

“Kent-san,” Nemu called from the doorframe of his office. Though he didn’t attend Myouga University, she knew which days to expect him on the campus. Naturally, the first glimpse of him she got was of his back as he poured over whatever material was on his desk.

Without waiting to be invited inside, she stepped around his chair and stood next to him. She had wanted to somehow give the impression that she was towering over him, but even sitting it was still as if his presence dwarfed her. “May I have a moment?”

In her hands she held a slightly crumpled packet of worksheets as she waited for him to look up. One might think they were her assignments she was handing into him, but she had diligently completed her work several weeks ago. No, they weren’t hers; they were Sawa’s. And it was on Sawa’s behalf she had come to him that day.

Granted, she had sought him out reluctantly because she was really of two minds about this situation. On the one hand, it wasn’t fair of him to give her a set of math problems that even Ikki struggled to solve, but on the other, Sawa shouldn’t repeatedly provoke him with signs plastered to his office door declaring the room beyond it to be an ogre’s lair. They both were being ridiculous, though Nemu probably found it more amusing than either of them did.

Every time a smile threatened to break, she had to bite the inside of her lip to suppress it. She had to be serious and help her friends reach an amicable truce. When she told Ikki of her plan, he promptly laughed at her and wished her luck which really didn’t make her feel hopeful about the end results. “So,” she began, gesturing to the worksheets in her hand. “Any explanation?”

[ @rationalclover ]

[ofrosesandmemories]

((I’ve completely revamped my Rules page.))

[lamentis-a-blog]

ofapparitions:

YOU DON’T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR NOT WRITING.   say it with me, say it loud, say it over and over until you really feel it.  you do not have to apologize for taking your time.  you do not have to apologize for lacking muse.  you do not have to apologize for favoring one thread over another.   you do not have to apologize for favoring one user over another.   this is supposed to be a hobby for fun, right?  i am guilty of this as well, but we should not have to feel like we are clocking in for a job when we’re here.  we should not look at our drafts with dread.   if you don’t like a thread any more, DROP IT.   if you don’t click with someone, don’t force yourself to interact with them.  and you don’t have to apologize for doing things your way, on your time. <3

[ofrosesandmemories]

((Okay, so ABBA has this song called When I Kissed the Teacher. One of the lines from the lyrics is ‘Leaning over me, he was trying to explain the laws of geometry’. I know the song doesn’t necessarily fit them, but that one line makes me think of Kent and the heroine every time.))

[ofrosesandmemories]

It’s just after noon when her shift ends and she steps outside of Meido no Hitsuji into the autumn sunlight. The breeze rushes by – tousling her hair and caressing her upturned face. The forecast that morning threatened the possibility of chillier weather later in the evening, but her warm cardigan and thick leggings are enough to keep her comfortable for the time-being. And if it’s up to her, she’ll already be safely tucked inside in the arms of the man she loves after sunset when the temperature is expected to drop.

For a week day, she finds it surprisingly busy as, more than once, she has to navigate around people standing in the middle of the walkway or avoid running into strangers who aren’t quite watching where they are going. One unfortunate collision could be disastrous for the bentou she has clutched in her hands; most of the food would be fine, but Waka gave her a container of freshly-made custard pudding just in case the man who is waiting for her at the park is the rougher side of her boyfriend. She smiles thinking about him – how someone so terse can easily be appeased with sweets.

She wonders what kind of greeting will be waiting for her when she finally reaches the park where they agreed to meet for their date. Will he rush up to her with loving words spilling out of his mouth faster than he can actually speak, or will he cast a sulky glare in her direction with halfhearted complaints about how she is late? Both scenarios appeal to her, and her excitement at seeing which side of Ukyo is waiting for her only urges her feet to move faster.

When she reaches the edge of the park, the sound of laughing children meet her ears; naturally, parents with little ones not yet in school would want to take advantage of the nice weather while they can. She finds the noise pleasant and absently begins smiling to herself as her mind momentarily wanders ahead to thoughts of the future. Will they one day be able to count themselves among the parents who visit this very park with their own children? As warm as the idea makes her heart feel, she lightly scolds herself. She’s still in university and she and Ukyo don’t even live together yet; they have a long way to go before their life is blessed with the pitter-patter of baby feet.

Right now, she has a lunch date to keep with her boyfriend, so she slows her pace and glances around to see if she can spot him in the immediate area. In the distance, she thinks she catches a glimpse of striking green hair and she hurries toward it. What happens next is so humiliating, so mortifying, so…unfortunate.

She doesn’t see the toy in her path until it’s too late and she is airborne for several seconds before landing face-first in a soft patch of grass about a meter away. Frantically, she reaches behind her to adjust her skirt for modesty’s sake even though she’s perfectly clothed thanks to the leggings beneath it.

And then it dawns on her. Her hands are empty.

Her hands are empty!

The lunch she had lovingly made and protected had flown out of her hands when she tripped and was probably who-knows-where by now. If ever the earth felt so inclined to open up and swallow someone, now would have been a pretty good time.

[ @distortedjoker ]

[wnq-writers]

‘I would die for you.’ He said. ‘I don’t want you to die for me.; She smiled. ‘I want you to show me that you love me; show me that you care. Console me when I’m depressed, lift my spirits when I’m down. Laugh with me when I’m being silly, smile with me when I’m happy. I want you to live, not just for me, but for yourself as well.’ 'But I would die for you.’ He said again, in earnest. She smiled again, bitterly this time. 'What good are you to me dead?’

dom-in-disguise (via wordsnquotes)

[ofrosesandmemories]

I’ve been rereading through threads I’ve done with @distortedjoker, and Ukyo “(still twinkling in red, green and blue)” will never not be funny to me. Just the image of Ukyo tangled up in Christmas lights because he got distracted dancing to Christmas music and fell down brings a smile to my face. His absentmindedness is so endearing...and worrisome.

[wordsnquotes]

Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.

Unknown  (via wordsnquotes)

[ofrosesandmemories]

You know what’s sad? Nova’s ending. It’s so painfully bittersweet. And not just his Second world ending, but his 「This moment is all.（この瞬間が全て）」 ending hurts so much, too. I mean, his entire existence is just so tragic, and he doesn’t even get an actual happy ending. My heart breaks for him the same way it broke for Ukyo. He needs to be loved and protected at all costs.

[ofrosesandmemories]

伝えたい想い

“I wonder…” she musesin a hushed voice, threading her fingers with his as they lay in bed together.Their hands rest, intertwined, between their bodies atop the blankets tuckedsnugly around them. It’s still the early hours of the morning, and dreamingpeacefully on each of their chests are the twins – finally released from thehospital after three long days of waiting to welcome them home.

For a moment, she slips away from her train of thought as thefingers of her free hand deftly smooth out a wrinkle in her son’s mint colored swaddling.“Mmm, as I was saying though…” shecontinues as if she had never paused. Her voice is thick with the threat ofsleep, but she’s too stubborn to give in just yet – wanting to share with Ukyoa thought that strikes her as being so profoundly eye-opening in her state ofexhaustion. “When we first met that Marchbefore I started university, I was certain beyond any doubt I loved you, andwhen we were forced to part without being able to exchange contact information,my heart broke. Every day I thought about you; I always looked at the picturesof you on my cell phone; I’d say your name just because I loved the feel of iton my tongue and the sound of it to my ears. Each night before I went to sleep,I’d gaze out my window and send out a silent prayer to anyone who was listeningto bring you back to me. Then July came, and with it, you walked back into mylife, and for the first time, I believed stars really could grant wishes.”

She knows now that stars don’t grant wishes, but she can’tsuppress the fond smile that upturns the corners of her mouth. Softly, she givesUkyo’s hand a squeeze; there’s not much else either one of them can do in theircurrent position. “Of course, we knowbetter now, and I was just wondering, do you think a spirit heard my—no, our—wishand brought us back together?” She doesn’t give him time to answer thoughas she’s already moved on to what could be a realization she’s ashamed to admitshe hadn’t considered until that quiet morning surrounded by their perfectlittle family. “What about Neil? What ifNeil was the one who brought us together again? And what if that’s why Neilcame…to…you…when…” Her words end there as sleep finally claims her, but itshould be enough for Ukyo to understand her meaning.

[ @distortedjoker ·]

[distortedjoker]

Ukyo still sometimes finds himself caught up in a disbelief, a disbelief that this reality of his is real. But it is, and the hell they have both been through to get here only confirms it. Truly, even in his final moments of his last chance–he’d come to accept that they would never be together; he’d accepted those few years ago that it would be enough to just have her live on, smile, and find a new happiness for herself. But now, as he casts his eyes to the children, his children, sleeping soundly atop the both of them–he knows he’d never truly wanted it to end that way. There’s not a thing in this world he’d trade for the life he had, or has. Even now, his skin will crawl over the memories; over the dark past, and the gruesome things that happened within it. But even those are important–that entire journey was important, and he’ll never forget it. 

But, he has other things to focus on now; his wife, his children, his work, that side of himself that seems to enjoy redoing all the housework even when it’s already been done–a terrible perfectionist, he really was. Still, even that made him laugh at times. Because, in a sense, it always meant he was never alone. There’s trouble sometimes, perhaps, when he gets a little mad but even with her at his side the two sides of him still find themselves exchanging useful notes. Sometimes even discussing the best gift to get for her next birthday–because they have very differing ideas… and, well, she usually ended up with two from him because of it. 

His eyes are closed when she begins talking–he’s not even sure when he’d closed them, but her words pulled him away from the throes of sleep and he listened quietly. His thumb gently caressed her hand where they were held so tightly together between them, as he lay in silence hanging on every word as she spoke of the past. A past that felt even further away to him, than it might have to her–but that didn’t mean he couldn’t recollect it any less vividly. He smiles as the memories flash through his mind–each photograph he’d taken that day is still kept with him. Her startled expressions when his camera would flash out of nowhere, or the smiles she offered when she knew just what was coming–toward the end of the day, the smile never seemed to even leave her face at all. 

Perhaps it was then, too, for him?

When they reunited… he was elated. He’d told himself somewhere along the way, that if it was something meant to be then they would meet again. And they did. Her diligent wishing made him feel almost feeble–he wasn’t quite so profuse with his desires, but every time he caught a glimpse of her photograph, or even if he just thought about her, he’d think how nice it would be to see her again–to speak with her again, and hope that one day it could happen. Was hope and faith the same as wishing? Perhaps not, but he supposed that not giving up on the idea was similar to the feelings he had every time he failed. Every time she eluded his grasp he prayed, wished, hoped and refused to give up. He’s about to respond, now that his thoughts are in order–but the silence is broken just as quickly as it fell as she speaks as though she’s realised something.

Neil… He had done so much, to the point of using up almost every last bit of his power to see this wish through. A selfish wish born from desperation and an intense love–one that never changed or wavered–and yet Neil had been so dedicated. They would never know the answer; he doubted Neil would tell them, he was more likely to play it off than speak of meddling, but Ukyo thought the idea wasn’t perhaps all that strange. Ukyo didn’t really have a reason to come here after all; if one compared this place to the sights of Paris’ Eiffel Tower, or London’s Big Ben, or even to the skyscrapers of Tokyo, this city didn’t have much to offer beyond it’s simpler beauty in the sunset. 

But he’d still come here, when he could have traveled anywhere else in the world as he usually did. If that wasn’t the hand of the powers that be at play, be fate, destiny, or even Neil–then he didn’t know what it was. But… he turns his head to look at her, now that she’s dozed off. He can’t move to kiss her with the child laying upon his chest, but he still finds himself chuckling gently and smiling brightly. All that matters is that they’ve both here now, and that he was, is, and forever will be, head over heels for this woman. No matter what brought them together, no matter what will come between them in the future, he will always give her everything he is.

“I love you.” he whispers, “more than anything in the world,” he adds, pauses, looking to his chest and reaching with his free hand to stroke his daughter’s cheek lightly, “I love all of you more than anything or anyone.”