ashleyhosmer
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Cosmic Funnies
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Peter Solarz
Game of Thrones Daily
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@sandglasse
ashleyhosmer
“ When I had the time to do whatever I wanted .. ” Seoul, 2000
It’s a cloudless day, and all that can be seen in the distance is the faint silhouette of several apartment complexes. There are no birds in the sky, and apart from the sound of river water bubbling by the shore, there’s nothing to hear but the ambient hum of insects nearby. The green of the grass is an energetic shade of green - the one that marks the transition from spring to summer - and compliments aesthetically with the pale blue of the sky that’s reflected on the water’s surface. Rays of light speckle the river with brilliance and glow, and their warmth balances satisfyingly with the cool of the riverside breeze.
Jiyeon, never the type to wear dresses or skirts in the summer, is dressed casually in dark jeans and a bright red top. Her long hair, naturally wavy, cascades down her back and flutters briefly at every gust of wind to splay over her shoulders. Platform sandals have been removed for the sake of tucking her knees to her chest while on the picnic mat and remain picturesquely situated nearby.
Her hand absentmindedly searches for the casette player that she brought along. Its tape has a tracklist of pieces that are reminders of the hardships she overcame; they are the songs she unconsciously recalls when in need to be at a peace of mind. Upon feeling the machine’s cold, smooth surface, she finds the wires of the connected headphones and brings them to her ears. Distant, faint tunes - evidently old by their structure and quality - begin to play, and closing her eyes, she’s lost in her thoughts of wishing everything in the world could be simpler.
𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖉𝖚𝖒𝖕
❁° ≫ ─ ooc ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ open starter ; the past increases and the future recedes ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ ic ; all there has ever been is the now ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ hc ; every villain is a hero in her own mind ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ visage ; tomorrow is today’s dream ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ musings ; i gave my sweat my tears and my blood ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ aesthetic ; it is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ prompts ; as kids we love heroes but as adults we understand villains ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ playlist ; why are you so obsessed with me ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ mail ; the redemptress ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ answered ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ queue ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ drabbles; random ≪°
❁° ≫ ─ old writing ≪°