#anecdote.

[adrianacallahan]

anecdote 001; the jacket.

based on this / @deadlydiviniity​

Adriana had somehow developed the reputation of being “fast” in town. There were whispers that she had gone through multiple men in a short time span, and that was something that was neither true, nor false. She had spoken to several, but none of them had worked out. She was unlucky in love, comfortable in the discomfort of her loneliness. Perhaps that’s why she was so hesitant to make any moves with Leo. He was a good friend, a good man in general, in her eyes at least. He was the only one outside of her family that knew she was pregnant with Gianna, the only person she trusted to not betray her secret. How could she ever let her feelings corrupt such a thing? Yet, somehow, she still felt giddy about having one of his jackets in her possession. It could be chalked up to a mere friendship, but she had secretly hoped for more. She often received questions and taunting from her friends about it; they questioned her intentions behind wearing it. Her answer always remained the same - ‘it’s comfortable’. It wasn’t a lie, it was comfortable. Comfortable in the sense that it smelled like him. It was comfortable in the sense that wearing it reminded her that she wasn’t alone. It was comfortable because he had once been inside its sleeves, and so, in a way, it was like he was holding her indirectly. All of the things she would have loved to express but was far too fearful to. Just looking at it as it hung in her closet made her think of that night.

She often thought of the night she had borrowed it. It was chillier than usual, and goosebumps peppered her mostly exposed skin. Typically, Adriana didn't wear anything too revealing, but she had wanted to impress Leo. It was a red bodycon dress, with a keyhole just below her breasts. She had complained of the chill, multiple times, enough so that in the midst of the evening, he had handed his jacket over to her. Despite his cool skin, she instantly felt a wave of warmth wash over her. At the time, she simply chalked it up to the bottle and a half of whiskey she had consumed in the past few hours. Being a werewolf, she had to drink enough to kill a man in order to feel even the tiniest of buzzes. Looking back on it now, she knew it was the start of her feelings for the man. She had continued to drink and dance the night away. The shoulders were far too broad for her, and the length of the coat itself came to her mid-thighs. If she was daring enough, it was large on her to the point that with some strategically placed tape, she could have worn it as a dress on its own. The night had wound down and it was now time to part with the garment she had begun to love over the course of a few hours. Yet, much to her surprise, he had told her to keep it.

That was it, the moment she was done for. As he smirked and walked away, Adriana simply gulped. "Oh boy," she muttered beneath her breath. Her pulse raced, her palms began to get sweaty. Due to a simple sweet gesture, she knew that she had begun to feel things she shouldn't. A werewolf and a vampire couldn't be together. Two friends couldn't ruin a relationship. And yet there she was, thinking of him endlessly as he walked off into the night. What fresh hell had she gotten herself into this time?

[freightranes]

plenty of reasons.

to: @twentysixdegrees. / /

“i’d rather have a child grow up kind than smart.”

filtering between the raised curtains was an ounce of sunlight. dimly lit, hidden behind thin, woven cotton. he left the jar of lavender open with a purpose. some say it has calming properties, and although not an expert, his troubles were left at bay. takuma begins to peel cloves of garlic.

“education,” he murmurs. his tone was ridden with lone self-condemnation, having been raised a product of an educated, capable couple. “it’s a bit overrated, don’t you think? go to school, do great work, get a job. i’m not against any of those, but, they all have some sort of pressure linked with them.” the garlic is now beginning to overpower the lavender. he lifts his eyes towards the front of the shop, curated by windows open to the rest of the world. as he watches human activity roam about, nothing phases him any differently. the passing of cars, men, and women on foot, sometimes they’d peer inside and make eye contact.

“i don’t think street smarts get enough credit.”

the garlic hits the cutting board and he makes his way around haneul to wash his hands. “know your surroundings. try to be a compassionate person. there are so many things happening around us, i’d hate to see kids turn a blind side.” a clean washcloth is found in his hands, and as takuma dries them off, he turns towards her. his smile is empathetic, and his eyes mirror his words; concerned. traces of silence picks up in the wavelengths. he watches her to the beat of cars starting up from across the street, to the pacing of the clouds. how her body moves to the sound of clocks ticking, the beautiful, the quietest bit of peace. he adores her. at least that much, he knows.

“my instincts also tell me that we might be low on lemon balm.”

[hpjwen-blog]

@hpjhaesol​

there are a near infinite number of possible struggles, junhui muses vaguely, that he could have been prepared to encounter at nearing nine on a sleepy monday night. this hadn’t even been a possibility. in hindsight, he only has himself to blame as flickering brown eyes dart around helplessly in an attempt to wrack his limited vocabulary for the exact korean word for cactus. or the english word, even. something other than green and pointy and general gesturing. while the bored looking ikea employee merits him the most studiously unimpressed stare he’s ever seen.

coasters. that’s all he wants, honestly. those smiling cactus print coasters he’d seen while scrolling through his phone. the ones that he’d impulsively dropped whatever it was he’d been doing at seven thirty to immediately seek out. 

(and, now that he’s thinking about it, where is his phone?)

he shifts a little awkwardly on the balls of his feet and swivels around with an apologetic bow, before making a hasty little escape to find them on his own. any deity willing. and, thirty excruciatingly lost minutes later, he manages to emerge triumphantly with the coasters tucked safely in one hand and the phone he’d somehow (thankfully) managed to unearth in the other. he posts a picture of them to his instagram proudly as he heads to the counter. 

[structurals]

i came into the building and she was shaking and crying.

the lady at the laundromat was mugged on the street; the money she needed to pay the rent. but she didn't want to ask for help.

"what would you think of me if i did?"

but my aunt still went back to our apartment to go get some of the money she and my mom managed to save up in the year. not enough, but still something.

"when you see someone in need like this, don't be selfish and help out if you can. no matter how small."

[equalmind]

The other day...

We stopped at a Shell gas station for a vitamin water and a Mickey's for Mickey. I had noticed they were playing Nelly, the rapper. Which was already odd for any store. Then as I was waiting in line to pay some older white man in front of me (I'd say he was in his late 40's) noticed the music playing as well. So he proceeds to dance with some basic hand movements. Then, all of a sudden, he does a spin. Like two and a half spins. I'm talking ballet, pirouette. And I gotta say, I was impressed. I can barely do a 540 without losing my balance. I'm just there standing like "I hope he doesn't fall because I'm not helping him up."

[rlphldeleon]

Anecdote.

Nag iisip kanaba para sa isang mahabang text post na title? Yung mga nararamdaman mo na kapag pinost mo dito at idinaan nalang sa isang text post. Yung feeling na kapag tintype mo, ay namnam na namnam mo ang pag bahagi dito, pero kalimitan hindi nalang na papansin at wala man lang planong mag basa. Masakit diba. Yung sobrang effort ka pero, feeling mo wala man lang nag basa. Para sa akin hindi mahalaga ang followers mas mahalaga parin sa akin ang mga readers. Mas na eexpress ko kase ang sarili ko dito. Kung hindi mo pa ako kilala, mas mahalagang matuto kang mag basa pero, hindi kita pinipilit para gawin yon. 

Nagawa ang post na to sa isang kaisipang tumakbo sa isipan ko na "long text post, madalas hindi masyadong napapansin". Sa totoo lang hindi talaga naman na papnsin e. Sa akin lang, matuto tayong magbasa o kung minsan siguro wrong timing ka lang talaga kapag ikaw ay mag popost ng text post tapos wala man lang papansin. Alam ko malulungkot ka kapag nangyayari yun. Kase, nag effort ka, mag bahagi ng isang experience, kaalaman at yung mga feelings na naipon sa iyong loob. Hindi nga ako sure kung may maakkapansin nito e, lakasan nalang talaga ng loob. Hindi naman ako tipo ng tao na mag papakautas kung walang makapansin nito e. Ang sakin lang sana'y makabasa lang nito at matauhan sila. This post is all about encouraging a blogger to read. Malay mo yumaman ka o di kaya tumalino ka. Marami kase tayong pwedeng mapulot na kaalaman sa pag babasa. Hindi lang sa simpleng scanning na technique na alam mo sa pag babasa ang pwede mong gawin. Gawin mo na kayang basahin lahat bago mo i like o kaya i reblog.

[xxyvr-blog]

Why does the weirdest stuff always happen to me?

So I was on the F train going home after the girls volleyball game, when this dirty hobo (it was apparent that he was homeless) got on. Now the whole cart was empty with the exception of like 5 other people. Of all the free seats, he had to sit directly across from me (why am I so handsome?). I noticed him constantly looking at me from the corner of my eye. And he would reach out his hands and make groping gestures at me. OMG so awkzzzzz. So i pretended not to notice him and stared at a Lion King poster like a dumbass. And if that wasn't creepy enough he started talking to me LOL. He was like:

"Yo mannnnn that's a sweet watch man. How much did you get it for? Can I look at it?"

I was caught up in the situation and honestly didn't know what to say. So I looked at him blankly and pretended I didn't know english. I was all like "lay gong mut ye ah? gnaw mm sik ying mun ahh". My chinese is terrible too but i guess it worked because he said "never mind... damn chinese people".

BOWL (bouncing off walls laughing)

/dead.