rise and shine.

"Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back." -Yasmin Mogahed

[timid]

[gallarie]

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[deeplifequotes]

There’s always something coming. Good or bad, it’s gonna help you to grow.

(via deeplifequotes)

[kentucking]

[b00kstorebabe-deactivated201709]

My friend’s balcony is so aesthetically pleasing 🌿💚

[historical-nonfiction]

A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.

Edmond de Goncourt (1822-1896), French writer, literary critic, art critic, book publisher and the founder of the Académie Goncourt.  For much of his life, he collaborated with his brother Jules creating works of art criticism, and subsequently several novels; after the death of Jules he continued to write novels alone.  He bequeathed his entire estate for the foundation and maintenance of the Académie Goncourt.  In honour of his brother and collaborator, Jules de Goncourt, each December since 1903, the Académie awards the Prix Goncourt.  It is the most prestigious prize in French language literature, given to “the best imaginary prose work of the year”.  Marcel Proust, Simone de Beauvoir, Michel Tournier, Marguerite Duras and Romain Gary (who exceptionally won it twice) are among the best-known authors who have won the century-old prize.

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[nocturnaldhampir]

[sleeplessminki]

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“No, don’t worry, honestly.” He smiled gently, sticking his hands back into his pockets. “I’m the same way. If they had some way to mark on my license that I’m prone to accidents, they would, trust me.”

[sleeplessminki]

the sea is calling. // lmk & lh.

[lighthousehan-blog]

     A grown man was heavy to pull up even when he cooperated the best he could. Just thinking about how much effort it would have taken to carry him up without his cooperation, in case he had fainted again or been unable to walk, exhausted Han. What if he had not woken up? What if he had been breathing but otherwise lifeless? Han did have his phone with him (that much living alone in an isolated place had taught him), but could an ambulance even get past the steep cliffs and rocky waterline? 

     He supported him the best he could, hauling Minki’s arm over his shoulder for better leverage. Once he was more or less securely back on his feet he weighed a little less, but he was still tall built and swaying from side to side like a drunkard, almost taking Han down with him a few times. The lighthouse had been so close when Han had left it for a little walk, but now it seemed to be loom far in the horizon. It was going to be a long climb. 

     “We are about 20 miles from the city” Han replied, hoping that it was enough to answer his question. He doubted he had come far, but one should never underestimate the distances a man could run when in such an unstable state of mind. He might have come by a train, too, or driven a car that had been abandoned once the road had ended. Han did not have the means to give him a lift home if it was on the other side of the country.

     But none of that mattered now. He tried not to think too far ahead, focusing on half carrying, half dragging the disorderly man uphill to find him something warm to wear and to shelter him from the wind. He might have been dehydrated or hungry or insomniac for all he knew, and none of that could be fixed if he failed to take him home.

     “What is the last thing you remember?” Han asked, trying to keep himself distracted from the physical effort and to make sure he would not slip back to the state of incoherence. “Do you have a car? Is it possible you might have been driving? Are you sure you were alone? Have you been drinking or using some other drugs?” There was a pause. “I’m not going to call the police or anything, unless you want me to, so you can be honest with me.”

[sleeplessminki]

Minki continued to struggle up the hill with this man by his side. His breath became labored as his thoughts slowed. He could feel himself becoming lethargic but had no energy to stop it. His energy was draining quicker than he could explain as he became heavier and harder to support.

Han answered his questions and that jogged Minki’s brain awake. He pushed harder to be stronger, and so he did. He dabbled through stages of weak lethargy, being heavier and harder to help, to being slightly aware and willing to keep going. “I remember being at the beach... I was at the beach...”

Honestly, Minki didn’t know where he’d come from or where he’d been. Not in this state. But he continued to ramble. “I was at the beach because it is one of Baek’s favorite places...” His voice was strained and weak as he mindlessly spoke, physically concentrated on the walk. “...I sat on the beach towel and was listening to music and then I must have fallen asleep... I am so tired...”

He wasn’t offended that the other asked if he’d been using drugs. “No drugs.. no drinking. Just sleeping...” He mumbled, “sleep-walking.” He had to correct himself because he’d made it a long ways down the shore while asleep. “I remember being sleepy when I was laying on the beach... and then I was here.”

[mxyxxn-blog]

She could tell that he was unprepared by the way that he averted his gaze away from her and back to the menu. His eyes were nearly glazed over in thought, and she tilted her head slightly, waiting for an answer from him. She didn’t think choosing a drink should be so difficult – but she gave him the benefit of the doubt, considering the fact that his confusion only seemed to last a few seconds. It wasn’t long before he was speaking again, and she was fully attentive.

Though she paid full attention to him, his words most definitely confused her. She’d been to this coffee shop a thousand times, but she never thought of getting anything – out there. Did such a thing even exist?

All she was able to do was give him a smile, somewhat nervous, and her hands clasped around the wallet she held in front of her. “I’ll do my best… Anything that sounds interesting, just no chocolate. Got it!” Her smile widened a bit and she leaned forward in a bow. Even though this situation was kind of odd, she couldn’t say that it wasn’t fun or exciting; it was an interesting way to make a friend, and she wasn’t going to let him down.

So, she left his side and went to the barista, her eyes scouring the menu for something that sounded interesting, something that popped out at her. It took her a while, of course, but then – then, she found the perfect item: a grapefruit zest and soda based cappuccino. She wasn’t exactly sure how it would taste, but it’s something that was hidden off to the side of the menu, and something she definitely felt she needed to order for her new friend.

She didn’t even know his name. Oops.

Oh well. Once the drinks were finished (she got a simple vanilla latte), she made her way back to the table that they nabbed earlier and smiled as she handed him his warm drink. “I got the most interesting thing I could find. A grapefruit zest and soda based cappuccino!”

[sleeplessminki]

Minki was staring at his phone, reading some various book review as she arrived back to the table. His eyes wandered down to the drink. He couldn’t guess the flavor nor the drink as it was in a decorated cup. “What--” he began before she spoke up and handed him the cup. Carefully, he took the cup and sat it down while listening to what she said.

“Grapefruit zest... and soda based... cappuccino?” He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. “Well you, my friend, have earned the award for finding the strangest coffee in existence, it seems.” He laughed a little before popping open the lid to find a brown coffee, as expected, but it smelled so beautifully fragrant that he couldn’t help but smile. 

“It smells great. I guess I’ll try some!” He placed the lid back on the cup before carefully taking a sip, and as usual, embracing the burn. It was a weird sensation. At first, it tasted like normal coffee. But the aftertaste was sweet and a little sour like a grapefruit. Minki’s face contorted slowly as he tasted the different flavors, ranging from enjoyment to confusion to excitement. “Well, that’s actually not bad.”

[twinjxn]

Curious eyes watched as he went from one place to another, head tipping to the side as well. Following him back into the living room, she carefully sat down on couch, her hair still sticking to her some from the shower as well as having been properly washed after so long. Reaching out for the plate and grabbing a pair of chopsticks, she looked at him first before grabbing two pancakes. She hadn’t had this particular dish in a while. She poured some soy sauce on it before folding part of it over and pulling it apart. Taking a bite, she sighed in delight and found herself relaxing backwards and curling her feet up under her. It felt nice, being somewhere soft and warm with hot food and not having to worry about anything. At least for the night. She was already working on the second pancake when he mention watching television, giving her head a nod with a piece of pancake hanging out of her mouth in the process. Taking the food from her mouth and chewing first, her hand holding the chopsticks came up to cover her mouth as she spoke, “Running Man? Is it like a race?”

[sleeplessminki]

It was sweet, seeing her relax just a little at a time. It was a relief to see how much she’d relaxed since her arrival to his door. “Well, it kind of is. It’s a variety show where they have challenges and I guess they have to finish before the other team so it is a race.” He laughed softly before leaning back in his spot and pulling his foot under his thigh to get comfortable. “They have different celebrities and actors on there with them. I like it a lot.” Minki nodded in conclusion before looking back at her. “Would you like something to drink, dear? I have tea, coffee, water, and soda. Anything you want?”

[prkhyn-deactivated20210616]

Hyunwoo couldn’t help but chuckle a little when the other turned so suddenly, not expecting the response, but definitely not complaining that the amicable owner had no problem taking a seat for a few minutes for some conversation.

“Of course. I was going to invite you to sit, anyway, if you had the time.” His eyes found the mug as soon as it was set on the table, and he had to fight back a smile at the sight. “That’s.. interesting,” he muttered, giving it one more look-over before he glanced at its owner.

”You make it sound as if you’re an old man, which, surely isn’t the case?” Although the words were meant more as an observation, his voice still raised a little in the end to make it sound like a question. “Not with such unique dinnerware, which by the way, isn’t a bad thing.”

[sleeplessminki]

“I’m not, really...” Minki answered. “I try to be youthful but it doesn’t always work--” he said, gesturing to the mug. “It doesn’t help that I’m an avid mug collector. I’m only 31, honestly.” He shrugged at his age. It wasn’t a bad thing, but this guy looked to be at least five years younger than him.

A small laugh pushed between Minki’s lips before he blurted out the following statement: “I’ve been an old man since I was a kid. I’ve always been to bed early and I eat early. Also, I’ve always been weak and frail like your generic elderly person. You aren’t too old yourself, are you? 27 at the oldest, I bet.”

[sxoulfragments]

Charlie grins and bounces on the balls of her feet because yes indeed it is awesome and she’s worked hard to try an open before summers end.  “Hell yeah, it’s been a long time coming I think it’ll be awesome once the word gets out there.”  Her recent ventures should help in that respect as well.  “Of course you’re both, ya silly goose!  Those are the best people.”  Charlie follows his gaze down the street and hums in thought.  “I say we follow our noses, whichever one smells the best.  I got a favorite but I don’t know if she’s here today.”  She adds with a small shrug.

[sleeplessminki]

Minki nodded and began to walk. His nose wasn’t always that strong nor reliable but he’s have to up the sense today. As they walked and smelled the air of the food carts they’d passed, Minki glanced over to Charlie every now and then to see what her reaction was. Really, he was so bad at smelling that as soon as she’d stopped or had the smallest positive reaction to something, he’d act on it.

[imeijin-archived-blog]

books, pillow and warm hugs

[imeijin-archived-blog]

There’s always a bright smile to welcome his arrival. It’s one of the reasons Eiji enjoys visiting the older man, besides the warm and comforting word he delivers to him in the coldest episodes of his life. Eiji greeted the older with a loose embrace as he entered the humble abode. “Hyung~” He mewled in such cute tone. “Of course! How could I forget.” He chirped, like a little bird who’s eager to have a playmate. “Caffeine in a cup, as requested and– “ Setting the cup aside, he pulled collections of DVD from his backpack. “Movies! See? I did my homework”

Eiji scanned his eyes around the house, grinning as he nodded his head. “I’m impressed. Did you clean the house for me or–?” But of course, it is for someone else. The younger male picked up his cup of coffee and sipped it as he walked in, resting on the couch without invitation. “I hope you like action movies.” He uttered, placing the DVDs on the coffee table. “Anyway, I’m so happu we are going to do this. We planned this like forever! I’m so happy~” 

[sleeplessminki]

Minki hugged the male back, wearing a huge smile as he eagerly took the ‘caffeine in a cup’ and knocked back some of it. It burned, very much so, but Minki learned to embrace the burnt tongue. His brown orbs followed the movements of his dongsaeng to see DVD’s. I hope those are not dramas. He thought to himself. Upon seeing the titles, he realized they were exactly what he was wishing for. Which, in reality, made sense because when they planned this hang out, they’d planned for coffee and action movies.

Upon hearing the male’s question, he nodded excitedly. “Of course, Eiji. Everything I do in this life is for my dongsaeng.” He smiled and plopped down on the couch beside him, looking over the titles. “I am too, I’m glad to see you! I haven’t seen you in so long... How is everything?” He asked the last question a little quieter than the rest as he looked the other male in the eyes. He didn’t mean to ruin the mood or even disturb it, but something was off in these fun times they’d shared together. Minki just wanted to make sure.

[jzhvng]

      James sighed inwardly. For once, he felt his age. He wasn’t that old, nor had he felt like it. However, while standing next to his friend, watching everyone that appeared in their early twenties (or even younger) dancing and drinking, the realization of the age difference had slapped him in the face. He looked from left to right, taking in the size of the room, and the number of people present. “Did they all find someone to get them fake IDs? When I was their age, it was so damn expensive. Maybe they were offered a deal, ‘two for one’,” he said, attempting to laugh at the dry joke. The laugh faded off quickly, and he rolled his shoulders back twice, like he was shaking off an invisible weight. “A drink will relax us… It’s on me, alright? I haven’t seen you in awhile, so let’s just have fun tonight.” He patted the other’s shoulder, giving an encouraging nod. Hearing a shrill giggle from a group walking past, the actor felt like he needed encouragement to stay. “Maybe somewhere else, huh.”

[sleeplessminki]

Minki forced a laugh at his friend’s joke. He wanted to relax, but it was very hard considering the fact that Minki didn’t drink nor did he go to clubs. “Works for me, but I’ll be the designated driver and get lots of fruity, non-alcoholic drinks.” The writer laughed lightly, and for real this time, because for one, he didn’t have a car. But he could be the designated walker. As he walked on in, only to slow his tracks to a halt when he heard the giggling. “Well, yeah. I won’t argue with you on that.” Minki turned on his heel and followed in suit out the door they’d just walked in. “I really don’t know anything about bars, so you’re going to have to be the lead,” he said as they walked back outside. “I’ll be your designated walker.”

[loropechika]

the outside world was just too scary for someone like dahlia. everything seemed so foreign to her. and it wasn’t foreign because she was in seoul, but because she wasn’t used to being out and about. but this was her personal challenge. she spent years in isolation and now she was challenged to try to see how real life is like. even though she wanted to quit from it and just live in the glass castle her parents had built for her. 

the streets were so busy. everyone was staring at her. which she found strange since she had made sure to wear clothes that wouldn’t stand out. of course the fuchsia feather on her head were also part of her ‘pass unnoticed’ strategy. ‘what are they even looking at? i’m not an alien or something. humans are so strange.’ she thought while she kept walking straight ahead without really thinking about her destination or that she was already lost and there was no way she would find her limo.

the heiress walked for at least thirty more minutes. her high heels had already injured the back of her ankles but she had no choice than to keep walking until she realized that she could just ask for directions. her attempt to stop the first woman she saw was unsuccessful. the expression she took as she avoided dahlia was that of disgust. it was highly probably that she looked like she was crazy. “i see…how it is…” she said then remembering a moment from a tv show she had watched, she walked inside the closest cafe, straight ahead and she approached the first person who was sitting alone then took out of her bag a pack of 50.000 won bills and placed it in front of him. “tell me where i am please.” she said with her japanese accent. her expression matched that of a lost puppy.

[sleeplessminki]

Minki sat alone with two empty cups of coffee at his table. He’d fell in love with the iced chai latte and as of today, couldn’t get enough of it. The cafe was pretty quiet. It was the middle of the week and the middle of the day so it was to be expected.

What wasn’t expected was the sudden won bills on his table and the Japanese spoken to him. It took only a few seconds to process what she had said before he realized her accent, replying to her in Japanese. “You’re in a cafe. Called Cafe Oui. In Garogusil, in Seoul.” 

He looked at her for a few seconds before smiling warmly and pushing the money back towards her. “Would you like to sit down?” He continued in Japanese. It wasn’t often he’d gotten to speak it, but when he did, he liked to make the most of it. Besides, who wouldn’t help a stranger like this? She seemed very lost and probably had been through more than one strange look that day. Maybe she’d been robbed if she’d already used this approach wrong. 

[sleeplessminki]

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“Here, here.” He said before moving the small bulldog to his lap. “His name is Rex.” Minki smiled widely as he held up the very small, pudgy dog. “He’s a bulldog and he’s already fat. Additionally, he’s eight months old. I really didn’t need a dog, but I’m quite lonely so I figured it was okay.” The blob of a puppy smushed down into his lap. He hadn’t done anything but sleep all day but Minki completely understood the dog’s exhaustion.