I Wanna Hide The Truth

I am twenty eight years old. I might not reach thirty. I'll be lucky to reach twenty nine, really. That's what they tell me, at least. But I'm going to make the best of the time that's left. I'm Daniel Temple, and this is the story of my final year.

[scrantonianbookkeep]

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onefinalyear walked into the library. 

[scrantonianbookkeep]

"Welcome to the Lackawanna County Children’s Library. Is there a book I can help you find today, sir?”

[onefinalyear]

"Ah, yes, hello!" replied the man, slightly flustered. He'd actually gotten lost. Apparently extremely lost, really. However, Libraries were always his beacon back home, so he hoped to be able to find his way using this one. "I'm actually a bit lost, uh-- you see, I was trying to head to Pittsburgh, but I think I got off at the wrong exit a while back... got a tad bit lost. But this is a very nice library, really. Do you have any Shakespeare? I know it's a children's library, but--" He seemed to very suddenly realise he was rambling, and his cheeks flushed. "Sorry! I ramble sometimes. I'm Daniel Temple," he said, extending his hand and flashing a charming smile.

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[onefinalyear]

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[onefinalyear]

A Walk In the Park || @ theworkbehindstark

It was his first week in New York City. Daniel was fresh off the plane, in a new country, surrounded by new sensations from every direction, but most importantly, nobody knew who he was. Nobody looked at him with an expression of pity or concern, nobody looked in agony to be around him. That was all he wanted out of life for quite some time, and now here he was. He was a nobody, and he was happy.

He was taking his daily stroll through the park, a habit he'd formed since arriving. He had a hot cup of tea in one hand and a sketchbook under his other arm. His pockets were full of pencils and various pens. He wasn't an artist by any means, but he did like to decorate the pages he wrote on, on occasion. The park had been a great inspiration so far. 

His head was tilted up, watching birds fight in the air, when he accidentally ran into the woman. Luckily, his tea did not spill on her, but instead splashed back on himself and his hand. It burned, but at least it hadn't hurt the stranger.

"Oh, gosh! I am so sorry. My deepest apologies," he said quickly, frantically trying to gather his sketchbook and the various papers inside of it that had also fallen.

[onefinalyear]

I love the chill of wind against my cheeks.

Is that odd? Liking the slightly burning sensation that makes most eyes water, and yet is a reminder of the life we live?

Well, no matter your answer, would anybody like to accompany me for a cup of hot chocolate?

[insttante-infinito]

free bird | via Tumblr on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/85795820

[sonysn]

Dance my dear

[teenbeachmovie3]

Tom Hiddleston

[hiddleston-daily]

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[becausehiddles]

Tom Hiddleston for USA Today [x]

[onefinalyear]

Well, would anybody like to introduce themselves to a new comer?

[onefinalyear]

First day in New York...

And it's snowing. Quite marvelous, I think.

[kathystarkpeople]

Yes, some poetry and things like that. Nice enough, I suppose. I felt a bit rushed in it though, sadly. Had to get it pushed through for the money and such.

Long days and longer nights. I haven’t been getting the best of sleep. It’s alright, though. It’s given me plenty of time to look at the stars in the night and write some more.

You’re gonna kill yourself, losing all that sleep. You should take melatonin— always helps me. 

You look… different.

-Kathy reaches up to touch his cheek, brows knitted together with concern.-

And you look thin; haven’t you been eating?

[onefinalyear]

-He can't help but laugh at that. Oh, the irony.- 

It's not going to kill me, Kathy, don't worry at all. 

-He frowns as she lifts a hand to touch his cheek, though, bringing up his weight. He'd been struggling with keeping it on for a while, now, but he hadn't thought it to be that obvious.-

Eating like a horse. My system's just a bit out of sorts, is all. 

[onefinalyear]

kathystarkpeople replied to your post: Evening, everyone.

You haven’t called me in a week. Don’t you ‘good evening’ me.

Bollocks.

Would you believe that my phones got cut off? It’s been a— well, a long week. On the plus side, one of my books is going to be published. 

[kathystarkpeople]

—really? One of your books? I suppose I can let the phone thing slide, then.

You look exhausted.

[onefinalyear]

Yes, some poetry and things like that. Nice enough, I suppose. I felt a bit rushed in it though, sadly. Had to get it pushed through for the money and such.

Long days and longer nights. I haven't been getting the best of sleep. It's alright, though. It's given me plenty of time to look at the stars in the night and write some more.

[onefinalyear]

kathystarkpeople replied to your post: Evening, everyone.

You haven’t called me in a week. Don’t you ‘good evening’ me.

Bollocks.

Would you believe that my phones got cut off? It's been a-- well, a long week. On the plus side, one of my books is going to be published. 

[fuckyehwanghyunjin]

Tom Hiddleston - “The Avengers” premiere at El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood, 11.04.2012 [HQ]

[onefinalyear]

Evening, everyone.

[fullmetalbeansprout]