#breathingliife

[murdcck]

❝ Eventually, you just gotta learn to let go of the past. It's always gonna hurt, but you can choose when to start focusing on something other than the pain ❞ (from Joe :D) @breathingliife​

          MATT doesn’t know whether the guy at his side was talking to him or speaking to himself. Regardless, Matthew feels a sigh of petty exasperation stumble from his lips before he has a chance to stop it. “You sound like my priest,” he replies, wrings his cane in his tight grip at the memory of Father Lantom & his interventions. Minute movements of his head have the blind lawyer seeking out the stranger who spoke, gets a distinct, pungent scent of something wet & musky; it wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever smelled in this city, but it definitely wasn’t something he came across everyday. “You, uh... You religious?”

[streetslost]

@breathingliife​

      A HARD yet thoughtful gaze.  staring at the other, staring into the distance... one of the two.  not even she was certain right then.  mind was too busy THINKING, wondering, pondering upon the wonder that had squirmed its way into her brain.  finally, she broke the silence she had been settled in with an inhale that almost startled herself.  green depths blinked, she chewed the inside of a lip before finally, “if a turtle somehow l o s e s its shell... is it naked or homeless?”

                    ...or both?  there came a swell of relief that she had only been one of the two.  at least so long as she had had control ver the former.

[hcartsleeved]

‘ for some reason, i get the feeling there’s something special about you… ’ (Drew -wink wink- -squeal-

THIS MEME / accepting

glossy    lips    tease    the    rim    of    her    glass,    the    amber - colored    liquid    just    barely    kissing    her    top    lip    before    she    pulled    it    away.    her    eyes    moved    from    her    own    drink    in    hand    to    the    man    who    sat    beside    her    at    the    bar.    she    had    just    started    to    come    to    this    bar    on    her    nights    off,    not    regularly,    but    regularly    enough    to    have    her    eye    caught    by    the    handsome    piano    man.    they    had    talked    before,    she    even    tipped    him    ( which    she    could    barely    afford    to    do )    and    now    they    had    stayed    in    past    closing,    chatting    up    over    a    few    drinks    served    by    tom.    she    had    been    doodling    a    characture    of    drew    behind    the    piano    on    a    napkin    and    slide    it    to    him,    a    sly    grin    pulling    at    her    features.            ‘    oh ?    ’                she    replied,    a    soft    laugh    breaking    through    her    lips.                ‘    special,    huh ?    ’            she    placed    her    elbow    on    the    bar    and    turned    to    face    him,    her    cheek    resting    in    the    palm    of    her    hand.                ‘    why    do    you    think    that ?    ’                she    hums    drunkingly    into    her    glass.                    ‘    i’m    just    a    mayven    ---    i    mean    i’m    just    mayven   .   ’          /      @breathingliife

[bma-2021]

&& @breathingliife​ ;; x

        Corners of painted lips tilt upwards, practically skipping as she follows along behind him. A quick glance at Maple, though he seems to want to stay on one of Hatter’s various seating options. Attention turning back to Hatter, she stands in the doorframe for a few moments. “ Sure I won’t keep you too cold? “ 

[silkwovenwords]

Stargazing

I took to stargazing one day

Fed up with upsets and the internal restlessness

The fruitless endeavours

Of endless conversations

I saw galaxies with underlying connotations

Then it struck me

With such serendipity

Stars die

They undergo calamities

To breathe life

Form us

A magnificent design

Beauticious and unique

Simple but complex

Hollow yet full

We are tiny stars

The results of travesties

Awoke from the dead

[zeitlosleben]

@breathingliife​ asked: ❝ everything smells like cinnamon & tinsel... ew ❞ ( from Sage! lol asks wouldn't let me send it )

winter sentence starters II accepting II

“Does it?” The fact that he could name the scents that were in the air, got her thinking about her own lack to do so. Cinnamon, tinsel, she had forgotten what that smelled like, in fact, she had forgotten about everything. Everything smelled the same to her, like nothing. -- There were things that she missed about being alive, and while this wasn’t necessarily one of them, right now she wouldn’t have mind to take a deep breath and being able to smell the smell of cinnamon. “You really have this affinity to always complain about something, don’t you?”

[therelentless]

@breathingliife​ asked: “Hey… Can i walk with you? It’s getting late, and..” -throws Astrid at Nandor

First-Time interaction starter pack II accepting II

"Excuse me, are you talking to me?” Nandor pointed at himself as he asked this. It was a strange request, especially considering that he just met her less than fifteen seconds ago, but Nandor being Nandor, being a vampire, well, he only considered to be a sign of good luck (and a good lunch). “Never mind, of course, you can, and if I’m walking too fast, just let me know and I’ll slow down.”

[hostilidadesveladas]

@breathingliife​.  ( lala & ) drew.

          “Can I speak to you, please?” Somehow she’s menacing even with a toddler on her hip, so she believes. ( & c’mon Drew knows it’s true, too! )