#chvisxm

[jvngkkie]

Dear future me

 Dear future me,

I hope you’re not still a coward. I hope your happiness is permanent and not just temporary, and I hope you’ve learned to stop relying your feelings on one person, because it just doesn’t feel good. Are you eating well? Sleeping? I wonder what more tattoo’s you’ve gotten. Don’t get anything dumb or I’ll kill you. I hope you’re a more famous tattoo artist, and you have more clients so you don’t spend hours just sitting and staring at the grey sky on quiet days. I hope you’re in love with someone, but someone good who will be good to you. Take care of yourself, nerd. 

Jungkook Kookie.

[dlvrnce-blog]

Librarian! 45

Send me “Librarian!” + a number and I’ll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

. She had rolled up the sleeves ofher pale checked shirt as far as the elbows, and her slim white fingers toyed with the handle of hercoffee spoon. He stared at the moving fingertips, and the workings of his mind went strangely flat. Sheseemed to have lifted the edge of the world, and now she was loosening its threads little by little—perfunctorily, apathetically, as if she had to do it no matter how long it might take.He watched and said nothing. He said nothing because he did not know what to say.

               ( from airplane or, how he talked to himself as if he reciting poetry by Haruki Murukami )

[skyhighhell]

chvisxm replied to your post:“Heh. So you like being watched, huh?” { to death.... Sam gave a fake pout. “Well it’s no fun if you stop.” She took another step into the room and settled herself into a chai

“I was just sleeping, you waking me up kinda distracted me.” he shrugged, keeping his pose. Having no sense of shame, he hadn’t bothered to cover himself up.

[skyhighhell]

“Heh. So you like being watched, huh?” { to death. i'm sorry but also not sorry }

“I deeply enjoy it.” he said slowly, laying on his side on the bed. “Like what you see?”

[txrschlvsspanik]

{ chvisxm } “I’ve seen enough sunrises to know they look pretty.” Her words were slightly slurred from the drugs but it was still coherent. “Watch it with me.”

          “Alright.” he replied, a small hint of sarcasm in his voice, even thought he knew that he can’t be sure about the aspect —she might have seen tons of them. He was aware that something was wrong with her, possibly drunk, or stoned — maybe even both. But he didn’t see any sense in commenting that, so he remained quiet about this aspect. “Wouldn’t hurt right?” he mused as his optics focused on the horizon slowly changing its colors.

[chevrefeuillex-blog]

♠

♠ - What are they afraid of?

“There are many things I fear. Vomiting, crossing bridges, huge turtles, the darkness. But I guess one thing I am afraid of and rarely talk about are mannequins. Though- I am quite convinced that no one really enjoys being near one. However, they creep me out a lot and seeing them all over the shops I usually buy my clothes at is terrifying. Which is why I never really liked going shopping unless it was necessary. God, who even invented those dolls?”

[dlvrnce-blog]

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

A small laughter emerged from the police’s lips. It’s dead time of the night yet here he is stuck in his car, tailing a suspected drug lord for another surveillance. Talking to her somehow eased the boredom and lack of enthusiasm on his face. Jaerim curled his lips downward as he read the message, nonchalantly tapping the screen.

[ text to sam ] that’s not a bad suggestion, but who am I playing with? You?