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Nobody wants to do it - not real change, not soul change, not the painful molecular change required to truly become who you need to be. Nobody ever does real transformation for fun. Nobody ever does it on a dare. You do it only when your back is so far against the wall that you have no choice anymore.

Elizabeth Gilbert (via wnq-anonymous)

#( thoughts. )

fyp-psychology

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

Sigmund Freud (via fyp-psychology)

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white bed sheets, 11:11, coffee

[ prompt: accepting]

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

he lets out a breath, lips parting ever so slightly. he’s never given it much thought before, so how is he supposed to describe it now? teeth gnaw at the thin line of his lip, eyes flitting downwards. such a simple question, yet he finds it hard to meet their gaze. “i don’t really have any set time when i sleep, it’s usually just when i feel tired, so it depends.” lucas looks up, a small smile on his face. “i’m a night shower person, if that helps. i wash up before bed, and i’m on my laptop till i fall asleep.”

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

“three wishes?”his brows furrow at that, humming softly. so many things he could wish for that he finds himself at a loss for words. he wants his mother to start talking to him again, he wants a bed that’s a little less empty, he wants to be able to wake up in morning and not think everyone would like it better if he didn’t, he wants-

it’s a little hard to breathe, but he forces a grin, holding up his hand and counting off his wishes on three fingers. “infinite wealth, a girlfriend, and to always be happy. sounds good, right?”

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

“no one!” he says surely.

“i don’t talk to anyone in the mornings, so who would know what i like?” it sounds a lot more pathetic than he’d intended, so he quickly backtracks, voice just the tiniest bit higher in his panic. “anyways, i just drink americanos. i don’t mind sugary drinks, but i don’t have the stomach for it in the morning.”

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aesthetic themed ask list

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flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? 1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? 11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

#( prompts. )

glitchblackmusic

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#( aesthetic. )

😍 - victor

#( answers. )#a low quality picture of a high quality man...#the cheek bones.. the nose... That Ear idk why i like his ear #the melodramatic gaze of a man whose lost everything - his home his family his cow #the look of a man who dares u to find the remnants of emotion in his Dead Soul #find out next week on: put my man in a drama fuck you #victor06

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[[I…. I never thought Myungsoo was handsome before but then I found some REAL QUALITY boyfriend pics… couldn’t pick just one]]

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#myeongsu #( answers. )#MANN wow... wWow what a guy #pic 1 is lq as hell but his eyes... hhes so sparkly nd happy nd woah... who said he looks like he should play the asshole in every drama #make up the happy go lucky boyfriend #pic 2 lookin like some snacky lead singer for a mid 2000s punk band #dont talk to me about pic 3

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#( prompts. )

[ wizardings ]

“it is,” he murmurs, eyes flitting nervously between the man and the river. they seem harmless enough but lucas finds himself feeling a little anxious anyway. he squeezes his thumb in his fist, forcing himself to be still.

“and it’s fine,” he tries for a shrug, though he knows it looks forced. “i just wasn’t expecting... someone. but company is nice, i suppose.” lucas turns his eyes up to the man’s friendly smile, his soft eyes, and tries to convince himself they look friendly enough. taking a deep breath, he extends a hand towards them. “lucas. it’s nice to meet you.”

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@wizardings

early december, 2016

the cold bites at his cheeks, wind whipping them red with a flush. night falls much faster than he’d anticipated, the last red fingers of the sun dipping behind the city-scape, leaving behind the purpling sky. seoul is alive already, glittering lights cast over mellow clouds and shining atop the frigid waters of the han. lucas can see the other side of the river all too clearly, even when he has to squint against the breeze blowing on his face.

it’s nothing like the bright, open ocean, but the sound of water lapping up against shore is similar enough, the wind loud so that he can lose himself in the moment, surrounded by a glimpse of familiarity.

he’s pulled out of it when there’s the sound of someone stepping next to him, another pair of hands reaching out to hold onto the frosty railing protecting them from falling in. lucas bites the inside of his cheek, sure that the proximity means the stranger wants to talk but feeling the itch to move anyway, to put some space between them before he explodes.

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