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Paper Hearts // Tori Kelly

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whitelai:

( & july. ) “ only if i got off that easily, cupcake. ”  he eats the rest of his words, swallowing a mouthful of simper roused out of tartness. he stands there, i guess you would say… marginally diverted. it’s not so much about the idea of her slipping on his outlined provocation, but rather her fictitious demeanor : easily stirred, easily convinced. her prior mutters of conjecture diffused with the fumes. psychological enticement’s indeed a great thing! especially on pretty little princesses like her ( excuse his preconceived notions, he’s a bitter boy. ) and lai doesn’t let a moment slip past without trying to take some sort of advantage out of them. glances on her pockets, her bag, her eyes––––his conscience laughs, and he laughs along. “ y’feelin’ anythin’ yet? some butterflies flyin’ past ‘ya? take it slow–––‘cause if not, i got somethin’ even better. i’ll do ‘ya a solid, specially. ” 

“coulda fooled me.” 

a former roommate and friend, a connoisseur of illegalities, and damned she was if she hadn’t joined! but it’s always so much more fun to feign innocence, right? and it came to her, floating down into the palm of her hand like a feather, undemanding of any exceptional work outside her natural behavior other than a bat of an eyelash here, raised eyebrows there and the sickly underlying sweetness stitched carefully into her words with love and attention. the butt met her lips again in a repetition of actions and she came back with a cough, face buried into her jacket. ( oh, the facade! your acting coach would be so proud. ) and again, she extended her arm to offer it back to him. “something else? what is it?”

[olvmp]

ding ding!!! guess who’s back from a(n) unannounced hiatus!! (it’s me) :^) yes... i know.... i let this account deteriorate during the last (better part of the) month but i’m ready now to get back to it since i’ll have a good amount of time off school :^)!!!!!!! i’m going to start with replies i already owe and things that have been sitting in my drafts for ages, the starters i had already promised too! in the meantime i’m open to plotting new threads and relationships up in the IMs or on aim (@c.ieux) and... yeah! that’s about it. just a little fyi on where i’ve been (hell) and what’s to come with olympia and this account and all that jazz. thank you all for hanging in there with me bc i’m *joanne voice* TRULY the worst with replies... *finger guns* *blows smoke off the guns* *stuffs them back in my gun holders on my belt* i appreciate u all!! thank u!!

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hachiwrites:

when all your replies are backed up but you’re still taking more plots

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TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: send me pictures

[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU

[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore

[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)

[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore

[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!

[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho

[text]: i love you so fucking much

[text]: i hate you

[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U 

[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you

[text]: i need you. now.

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[text]: last night was so GOOD

[text]: what are you wearing? ;)

[text]: is he bigger than me?

[text]: did you sleep with her ?!

[text]: you’re just a slut

[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!

[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot

[drunk text]: im iss youu

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !

[text]: i want you naked.

[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?

[text]: i want to show you how much i love you

[text]: do you hate me?

[text]: i’m so sorry

[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT

[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..

[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text]: netflix and chill? 

[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss

[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol 

[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)

[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

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eenae:

he couldn’t manage to find enough within himself to mask his enthusiasm as she’d done with faux annoyance, his bright smile prominent across his lips when he turns to face her with a mocking stance despite her disobeying his wishes of not entering his apartment until she’d given him a ‘pass phrase’. the same as her own, folded arms across the abdomen while he stared, briefly. the only difference was that his elation was obvious, and that he had to lower his chin rather than drawing it up with a little frown stretching across his mouth. that artificial thing. “it’s very nice to see you, too today, ahn olympia-ya.”

briefly, because it only lasted so long until he were advancing forward with his long arms outstretched and spread wide. to hug her, maybe? perhaps, or maybe that’s what he wants her to think. it’s a gamble because she might move and avoid this, too, ending up humiliating him twice in his own home today. so before she does as he’d predicted—before she could even think about it, he’s smoothly walking past her, only brushing along her side as a tease as he gradually struts towards his black leather couch for the things he’d prepared for her arrival. for her to get on with it and hopefully he wouldn’t emerge from this experience with any cuts.

she just might cut him for what he’d just done. “are you ready to rumble? oppa is, before i turn into some kind of hairy werewolf.” he says, fingers brushing along and smoothing down the hair grown across his jaw and sidings of his face as if he’s in deep thought. “maybe i’ll help you with your eyebrows then. shaving off one would look cool. heh.” then he’s pulling up a chair which he plops into with the products propped in his lap, the seat small for him but high enough for her to comfortably reach and turn his head in any kind of directions and angles she needed to finish the job.

“come here. make me look pretty. and be gentle but do it quickly please, because i’m kind of suffering…”

"i kind of want to keep my eyebrows. there’s not much there but-- i need them.” her gaze sat on his face, traveling down his jaw to focus on the short, dark hairs sprouting along the sharp edge, some sporadically placed on his chin while the majority carried along his sideburns, growing down past their normal length. what a waste, he looked cool like this. but nevertheless, she was called for a job and a job she came to carry out.

she took her arms out of the sleeves of her jacket, taking the denim collar in her hand before tossing it over the back of his couch. “but werewolves are trendy now, though. there’s plenty of shows about them. i’m sure if you were into acting you’d get a role looking like this. i’m a little upset you want to shave it, kinda makes you look like a bad boy.” coming around the front of the chair he sat in, she went for the shaving cream first, a smile etching itself along her mouth prior to a pause and puzzled expression. she peered between the can in her hand and the dry skin along his jaw, tongue pressed to this side of her cheek in thought.

“don’t you need to get your face wet first? i’ve never shaved a face but it can’t be much different than shaving legs. and my legs are always wet for that. i think it aggravates the skin if it’s dry, right?” she looked to the plastic wrapped can for directions, eyes scanning the directions on the packaging to no avail. “not even five minutes and we’ve hit a bump in the road.”

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✘ @olvmp

               ❛  i know it’s like —— three in the morning. but, i kinda need a place to stay.  ❜  she smiles weakly at the other, hoping it will give her what she wants. maybe it is too soon. jihye doesn’t know when people cross the line of friendship where things like this are acceptable.

[olvmp]

          “just for the night?” she would rather have set her up in a hotel somewhere. not that she herself had the money for that, but in the perfect world-- y’know? she didn’t have much to offer the elder but put what she had out there anyway, hoping she’d bite at it. “you can sleep in my bed tonight, er-- this morning. i live with my dad, hope that isn’t weird for you. he’s like a fly on the wall, he won’t bother us at all. and i’ll change the sheets for you when we get there so it won’t be gross-- is that okay?”

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                             ☼ she is the type of girl who falls in love with sunsets.

twenty-one years old actress tryin’ to make a name for herself. known to the public as sun haeyeon the rising star in the industry.                                       

                                   ☼ oc. lit. like for a starter. follow. profile.

[olvmp]

reply for @oedvpus, taken from here!

his face pulled the strings in her stomach, memories of another flashing and churning in front of her eyes tauntingly, hung in the night air like it was projected from a film reel. surely it must be a trick of the night, the late hours were know to bring hysteria and hallucinations to the forefront and she was so sure of it that she almost shook it off and turned the other way when his voice, piercing in the still night, confirmed what she hoped to be false. 

they only knew about the other from hearsay, interjections in conversations and passive comments and appearing on their friend’s sns feeds, but she was drawn to help him like she would an old companion. her feet found holds as she hoisted herself along the side of the dumpster, torso folded over the lip with an outstretched arm. 

“i should let you rot in there. grab onto my hand and see if you can find something to get your feet on.” 

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❤  531 likes  ahn_pia shooting today. i forgot to eat lunch. : / 

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reply for @whitelai, taken from here!

a switch from the norm in terms of situational dynamics, she played the part of the ingenue well. on thin ice around him, partially from her inexperience with him as a person, partially from her hesitance on her circumstances at the particular time. his words hit her ears and ricocheted to the ground below them, bouncing along and coming to a stop where they laid on the concrete before she dropped her own cigarette to join them, ceasing it with the ball of her stained sneaker. 

“you get off on that? is ridicule your thing?” rolled paper sat between her lips, the opposite end unlit and shielded from the striking wind with a curved hand. a flick of her thumb and the opening sizzled, paper burning with her inhale. she took it from the brink of her mouth, holding it between her fingers to pass to his grasp with a slow exhale, smoke unfurling from between her lips in a languid manner. “don’t jump to conclusions, it’s annoying.”

[olvmp]

i have crippling depression

"i don’t even know how to respond to this, gaeul. stop playing.” 

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BABY ME LIKE YUUHH I MAKE YOU FEEL SO GOOOOD

“that’s…. nice.”

[whitelai]

                 ❛ lie to yourself,  so you can on others. ❜

                        ( JULY, the adrenaline junkie & vagabond.  )

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[olvmp]

tracker!

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