* LOVER / LEAVER *

that was the thing about words, they were clear and specific but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. in defining, they always left something out.

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👌 👌 👌 !

“Fred! Fredward!” A laugh escaped her, giddy and high from a night of dancing. The flowers in her hair had long been lost, likely trampled under heels and sandals and red bottom shoes. A night like tonight had been much needed, the mood around campus was too sullen, and October never did fair well in that kind of environment. She wrapped her arms around her friend, giving them a wide grin and leaning in to press a drunken kiss on their cheek. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way. I didn’t get a chance to tell you inside. You’re beautiful every day, though. We should go back to my place and I can paint you.”

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favorite word?

“Effervescent. Edward Cullen has the right idea.”

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in a fight with someone?

“Like, am I in a fight with someone? Not that I know of. Unless Aleta is mad that I used her blowdryer this morning.”

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What’s the one thing you would like to change about yourself?

“I wish I had like, an eidetic memory. Imagine how much easier school would be.”

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fmk last 3 on the dash!

“Kiss Elias, marry Lana, fuck Isla.”

@eliaspxton , @lanajvmeson , @isla-dubois

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thoughts on the lockwood ripper being in amsterdam? and all over the world?

“It’s really sad, but I won’t let it bring my life to a standstill. Tragedy is inevitable, and they want to bring everyone to their knees from fear. I won’t let them do that to me, I’ve dealt with enough demons under my bed to be scared of ones who don’t have the decency to show their face.”

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what're some of your favorite things?

“Sunflowers, daisies, the smell of rain, the sound of thunder, the sound of a paintbrush on a canvas, red velvet cake, the moon.”

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✰ ━ maple.

They’ve always been a fan of costumes. Whether it’s taking a step into a period piece or transforming their appearance to resemble that of a mighty god, the ability to be anybody but Maple Wolfe for a night was everything they’d craved. There’s a power in each of their steps as they dance between the motions, slipping past bodies to reach the bar. They wedge themself between bodies, almost forcing their way between everyone before looking to the person beside them. “Why did you choose to go as them?” Curiosity is laced in their words, though they can’t help but worry it comes across as a bit judgy. 

October’s night had been going well so far. The sight of everyone’s costumes had been something she’d been looking forward to since the party was announced, and she would never pass up the opportunity for inspiration. Already her fingers itched to grab her sketchbook and draw all the small details that had caught her eye before wine and time washed them away. She paused when the person beside them asked their question, giving it a thought. It sounded a bit like they were waiting for a reason to sneer at her, but she brushed it off. Why had she chosen Aurora? She had been torn first between Bellona and Venus, the goddess of war and chaos versus the goddess of love and beauty. She’d almost chosen one of them until she realized they were the goddesses her mother referenced plenty of times in her work. She emulated the worst of both and she’d brought October up in her image. If her mother had been able to control what she wore tonight she likely would’ve settled on Bellona. “There’s been so much darkness recently,” she starts, fingers tapping against her glass, the gentle tink drowned out by music and chatter. “I wanted to focus on something light, something sure. What better than the goddess of the dawn? One of the only certainties in life is that light will always chase the darkness away.” She gave a small smile and a light shrug. “Who did you decide on? You look amazing.”

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AURORA, goddess of the dawn | young gods party | october sörensen aes 001.

keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.

[primordialnyx]

“Be literal. Be devoured by light.”

— John Allen Taylor, from “History of My Godlessness,” published in The Common (via lifeinpoetry)

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iMsg ↬ OPEN

saige: uHhhUUhh not 2 b like ,,, drsmatic ,, buuuuut

saige: i THIBK i am LOST

october: if youve passed the canal uve gone too far

[pittore-di-mente]

Visit Original Link

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Grab me by my ankles I’ve been flying for too long I couldn’t hide from the thunder In the sky full of song …

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✰ ━ lilah.

Delilah had managed to detach herself from Dollie long enough to go out for some air, plus her sister was caught up texting all the new boys she’d met during the orientation, an easy girl to please truly, but Lilah loved her anyways. The girl was wrapped up in a sweater, grateful to finally be there, even more, grateful for her sister’s collection of booze, that she was still sipping, hidden away in her thermos, only stopping her traverse to the library when a girl spoke to her. The reference goes over her head, but she smiles anyways, looking from the sketch to the pretty girl who held it up, “The only Rumpelstiltskin I accept is the tiny Elton Jon wannabe from Shrek 3, so,” Lilah forced herself in good spirits, shrugging, “But it’s good, kind of sad.”

“I haven’t seen Shrek 3,” she says, bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout, though her eyes brightened as she took in the girl before her. She looked like Lo but she carried herself entirely differently. There was a heaviness to this girl, a sadness etched so deep into her that October thinks maybe she doesn’t even realize how blatant it is on her face. “Sad huh? How so?” she pats the spot beside her in invitation, moving the sketchbook onto her lap, eyes trailing over the quick sketch on the page. There was something somber about it, she could admit. Someone sitting alone, hunched over, surrounded by people enthralled in their phones, in their books, in the people around them. He might as well have been invisible to all but her. Then again, he could’ve been enjoying the solitude. “Perception is powerful huh?” She meets the girl’s eyes, a nervous energy radiating off of her that nearly put October on edge just from the aura of it. “I’m October, you must be from Lockwood.”

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✰ ━ danika.

Her Canon 5D Mark III hung from in its seemingly permanent position along her neck, she was currently sporting her favorite pair of offbeat white overalls that surprisingly had YET to get dirty today which honestly, just seemed unacceptable for a self proclaimed adventurer. A grin preyed onto ruby painted lips at the sight of October, collapsing beside the girl while unscrewing the lid to her water bottle and taking a generous swig. Emerald orbs eyed the sketches, giving a shake of her head, “Fucking awesome. As always. Let me guess…is it one of the Americans?” Danika teased with the raise of her brows.

The familiar face didn’t fail to bring a smile to the blonde’s lips, scooting slightly to give Danika a little more room to sit, letting her see the sketch. “A local, actually. I see him almost every day at the coffee shop sitting alone. Sometimes he’s got a book, sometimes his laptop, sometimes just a scone and a coffee,” she says, looking back down at the sketch, feigning a dreamy sigh. “I’d say I love him but I know as soon as I walk over and talk to him he’s going to say something absolutely ridiculous and the spell will be broken,” she shakes her head, nudging her shoulder to Dani’s. “Get any good photos today? I’m sure the jetlagged Americans loved that.”

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✰ ━ sloane.

Wandering in the general direction of a coffee shop, Sloane had her face buried in her phone, black beret perched on her head and cream sweater flung over her arm, an outfit that would have made Isabelle from The Dreamers salivate. She knew October from classes, but didn’t know much about the fellow blonde speaking to her as she slowed down to pause in front of her and examine the notebook. “I like it. Gives me a real Ted Bundy discovering his art career in prison vibe. And I mean that as a compliment. He’s sexy now, or at least that’s what Zac Efron wants us to believe.”

She couldn’t help but snort at the other blonde’s comparison, shaking her head and resting her book back onto her lap. “That’s what Hollywood wants us to believe, Zac has no control over how good looking his is,” she points out, leaning back with her elbows on the step behind her. “Then again, that hairstyle they chose for him was giving me real seventies era porn vibes. Kinda sexy of him, really. Almost forgot what the movie was about. That’s how they get you,” she sighs, shaking her head. “Anyway, anyone particularly interesting? I saw a girl hauling a giant suitcase with a furry bear hand hanging out the zipper. Looking forward to seeing what comes of that.”

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✰ ━ caleb.

CALEB liked to notice the faces that stuck out from the crowd, usually others who seemed to prefer their own company to that of a group. october was no exception. as he stood on the sidewalk, joint in hand ( never before known the pleasure of smoking in public without fear ), he slowed to talk to her. “yeah, there is something birdlike to it, isn’t there. kind of sexy,” caleb snorted, stepping closer to get a look at the sketch. “it’s good, though. you from hendrix? i’m caleb, lockwood.”

“Birdlike and sexy, that’s exactly what I was going for, thank you for noticing,” she said, amused grin spreading over her lips. “Thanks, and I am, yeah,” she nods, holding out her hand to shake, though it could have been interpreted as her silently asking for the joint. She would take either one, honestly. “October, nice to meet you Caleb. Impressions so far? I need to update Hendrix’s google reviews.”