白雪。

you always smile for them; putting in all the effort to everything. but sometimes, you fall apart.

[qiantrelle-blog]

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And let me be the first person to message you. Ehehehhehe~

Oh god, sweetie. I’ve missed you.

[amberlius]

happy birthday to f(x)’s dorkiest dancer and leader, actress song qian ❤ #QueenQianDay

[nvricho]

She wasn’t too sure why she asked for the other to describe her ideal date, but it was nice to hear the woman’s thoughts. Her teeth grazed along the straw of the iced coffee cup while gazing over the other’s facial features, awaiting for her response. A small smile laces her lips soon after as she came to an agreement that they were indeed similar. 

❝ You’re not basic for sayin’ that. I’m pretty much the same.  Sometimes the most simple things could satisfy someone to the fullest. ❞

[qiantrelle-blog]

A slow, yet grateful smile spread across her lips upon hearing the other's reply, knowing that she hadn't sounded too much like a plain jane or anything. Nevertheless, she began to wonder what took her so long to approach the other-- she'd seen them lurking around the streets during the day.           " I've been told by many that I wasn't exactly the most interesting person to talk to, though. I mean, I live off classical music! Who actually listens to it nowadays? "

[qiantrelle-blog]

Someone shoot me now, I'm tired as hell.

[qiantrelle-blog]

I'll get to the rest of the replies and the starter tomorrow-- I'm too tired to do anything now.

[qiantrelle-blog]

lucxwfn replied to your post “Killers don’t wear aprons.”

"Well, the most innocent looking ones are usually the most dangerous ones. Or that's what some movies have taught me", he chuckled.

"Too bad, because you're wrong!" she exclaims, a pulling a slightly disappointed face before the other. "Why'd you think I was a killer, though? I'm simply a young woman with a cello."

[qiantrelle-blog]

+ { couleurx }

She only ever wished to be okay; her memories begged to differ. As her limbs curled up near the edge of her bed, her fingers swiped lightly against the screen of her mobile, watching the streaks of dust and fingerprints mark the glass surface. Yet, once the bright screen lit up before her clouded eyes, she immediately sat herself upright, wiping her sleeve against her tear-stricken cheeks. In fact, she hadn't expected anyone to come by that day-- hence the sudden mood drop. But this girl... she wasn't just anyone. They were an old friend, one who'd stuck by her side through the highs and lows of her life. But that was why she felt ashamed about looking like a miserable mess, for she promised that she wouldn't make herself feel guilty for recalling pointless memories. Nevertheless, as she flung herself at every direction of the room in attempt to make herself look put together, she then dashed her way towards the living room, taking a brief glimpse at herself in a mirror. Dammit, why'd she have to come here now?

[qiantrelle-blog]

Happy belated birthday... I was waiting to see you in person to say happy birthday ( ` sighs ) I'm sorry that it's late but I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a blessed year to come.

Oh no, it’s fine! i’m glad you at least dropped by, though. Thank you, lovely.

[qiantrelle-blog]

Happy Birthday!

I wanted one that said ‘friend’ but they were out, I’m sorry—- however, Happy birthday, baby doll.  If you spare me some time, I’d like to take you out to get wasted on vodka shots.

Have a good one!

Gikwang

Well, uh... i actually wasn't here yesterday since I was busy with things, but thank you! I'm glad you remembered, aha.

[qiantrelle-blog]

 + { deerstrings }

There were times where Evangeline was chosen to perform in a concert hall, surrounded by a thousand or so people; she rather preferred the smaller, more intimate ones, however. And as she drew the bow of her cello against the strings in front of the younger (much, much younger) audience, she noticed the way their faces gawked up at her, almost infatuated with the sound that reverberated into their ears. Practicing her cello at the park never failed to bring in a number of random people, nearly all of them wondering whether or not she was a busker. And every time, she'd shake her head, handing their money back to them. She didn't think she'd catch anyone watching her specifically, for most of her friends were busy doing other errands that didn't include the park. They fell in love with the digital world, bursting with new technology at every second. But once her eyes skimmed through the day's audience, she noticed a familiar face standing on the end of a row. Cheeks flaring up into a dark red hue, her eyes fell back onto the instrument, attempting to keep her focus on the song instead. Dammit, Changmin.

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"I see you found my little…hobby."

         ” It’s not even little. It’s huge. “ Her eyes stared at the massive collection of knitted goods; from sweaters to beanies, it seemed as if the other had more free time on their hands than she ever thought. Yet, as she reached out for a pale blue sweater, her fingers skimmed against the woolen material, immediately craning her head to look over at the female once again.          ” So, uh.. can I have this one for free? “

[qiantrelle-blog]

"Describe your perfect date."

Drawing her eyes off into a distance, her mind begins to wander for several moments upon listening to the other. When was the last time she even went out on a date, though?

          ” I’m going to be basic, and say the beach.            Just watching the sunset, then falling asleep            under the night sky; I’m a hopeless romantic. “

[qiantrelle-blog]

"Killers don’t wear aprons."

Curiously, she raises a brow upon hearing their speculation. Although she never actually committed a murder, she’d gone through many occasions where she wished she could; how did he see through her so easily? Fixing an angelic smile upon her lips, she lets out a lighthearted chuckle.

         ” Who ever said I was one? ”

[qiantrelle-blog]

Alright, I'm bored. Like this if you want a starter, or drop me a message if you'd like to plot. I'll go for a shower first though, heh.

[queenxregina-blog]

SENTENCE PROMPTS MEME.

send one of the following sentences to me for my muses response. mixture of angst, fluff, nsfw and everything inbetween. taken from sources such as movies, tv shows, songs and my own brain. 

"How long have we been down?" 

"Am I supposed to just let you go?" 

"Are you real?" 

"Shut up and kiss me." 

"You look homeless." 

"Do you kids want anything? Some snacks? A condom?" 

"I’m not gay/lesbian." 

"I’m destined to be a crazy cat lady/man." 

"Time won’t change me." 

"It’s empty in the valley of your heart." 

"You did this?" 

"I will hold on hope." 

"Shit, you really are tone deaf." 

"I’d rather burn than boil." 

"I see you found my little…hobby." 

"Never trust a drunk." 

"You have no idea what I’m capable of." 

"Long live the Queen/King" 

"It’s like a warm, wet hug." 

"I predict a riot." 

"I’m in no mood." 

"Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah?" 

"There’s nothing I hate more than a racist." 

"Well, part of your discretion is falling out of your blouse." 

"Killers don’t wear aprons." 

"As you wish." 

"Word of advice, shithead. Don’t you ever wake up." 

"You’ve never heard of Leonardo Dicaprio?!" 

"If you try to fuck me then I shall fuck you too." 

"Rock and Roll’s the Devils work." 

"You’re a fat loser and you have body odour." 

"I am lost and so alone." 

"I’m asking for your guidance." 

"My father thinks you’re evil." 

"I still have your underwear." 

"I’m pregnant." 

"Show’s over, motherfuckers." 

"Aw dude, this is one gay looking taser." 

"If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead." 

"If you don’t pay your rent, I’m kicking you out." 

"That is so punk rock!" 

"It’s a nice day for a white wedding." 

“God. This is the loneliest place I’ve ever been and I lived in a tree for eight months.” 

"People are strange." 

"It’s a nice day to start again." 

"I’ve been gone for fourteen days. I could have been gone for more." 

"Do you think he’ll/she’ll ever come home?" 

"They tried to stone me, my dear. It did not work." 

"Get off my son/daughter, you bitch!" 

"Try not to get worried." 

"I’m sure I just need some rest." 

"You light a fire inside of me." 

"I threw my pie for you." 

"I wanna get out of here." 

"Don’t you dare leave me again, [ insert name ]" 

"Life isn’t a Katherine Heigl movie." 

"Why are you so obsessed with him/her?" 

"Of course, my horse." 

"You’re so naive." 

"There’s no such thing as perfect." 

"Imperfection is underrated." 

"It’s such an ugly world for something so beautiful." 

"I’m not fond of asking." 

"You’re so vain, I bet you think this song is about you." 

"Are you challenging me?" 

"This is the best fucking pie I have ever tasted." 

"Little children should be seen and not heard." 

"Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night." 

"You belong to me." 

"I will always wait for you." 

"You’re the magician’s assistant in their dream." 

"Don’t marry her, fuck me." 

"We will never be royals." 

"There must be an angel, playing with my heart." 

"I must be hallucinating." 

"Will you marry me?" 

"We were made to be together." 

"Jesus loves you!" 

"She’s got a boyfriend/girlfriend anyway." 

"Just like me, they long to be, close to you." 

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard." 

"Bad girls do it well." 

"Don’t you wish your girlfriend/boyfriend was hot like me?" 

"You do not own me." 

"I own you." 

"There’s a difference between wanting something and needing it." 

"Why so serious?" 

"Describe your perfect date." 

”[ insert name here ] is flawless.” 

"Do you have to a pretentious bitch all of the time?" 

"Okay?" 

"This is our infinity." 

"Ask me again when you learn some manners." 

"When I am with you, there’s no place I’d rather be." 

"Did we really just do that?" 

"At the end of the day, there’ll be nothing but trouble." 

"When will my life begin?" 

"Now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project." 

"Look at you as fragile as a flower." 

"Guess I always knew this day was coming." 

"Trust me, pet. Mother knows best." 

"Please, sit. Make yourself at home." 

"I’m allergic to bullshit." 

"Is it your aim to ruin my life?" 

"My fate is in your hands." 

"Go ahead, get mugged and left for dead." 

"I wanna stay inside all day." 

"Are you satisfied?" 

"People will talk." 

"For goodness sake, let us be young." 

"I’m nobody."

[quotes-shape-us]

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via quotes-shape-us)