#jane is back

[riathedreamer]

When you wake up to see your fave fanfiction has updated after more than a year - then you know today will be awesome.

[dietcokehead5]

Wait

What happened to Mr. Red when Jane took his place?

[thdylan]

I CAN GO ANYWHERE I WANT, ANYWHERE I WANT (JUST NOT HOME).

there’s nothing like the smell of sea salt to stiffen her upper lip. she stands toward the widening horizon, cheeks pulled high and teeth bared in a childlike smile. the sounds of a storm echo before her, bare feet flush against the pebbled pier, covered in water and frozen still. 

the island is not a particularly beautiful place. it’s kept by a village of fishers and their wives, flaunting the affairs of their children that left long ago. the streets are narrow and every home smells like smoked fish, washing hung out on the line at all hours of the day. a decade ago, her father brought her here to meet lee bul (an artist whose exhibition they’d visited a year before). 

they stumbled upon her work by mistake — in a small museum in bern that happens upon their itinerary. but once dylan reads that placard about studying in europe and establishing her studio back home... well, any hopes of making an academic career out of her brilliance was lost. 

in hindsight, organising the holiday was an impressive feat. he had to wait a whole ten months for her mother to jet off on a business trip, practically rowing them out to some obscure island off the coast himself. 

expectedly, the 14 year old city girl is unimpressed. 

until she spends a week reclining into boat seats and leaning over bul’s shoulder, sprite in her left hand as she learns to greet the locals in dialect. feeling the weight of a charcoal pencil between her thumb and forefinger or chucking acrylic paint at the walls, calling it art. 

she laughs more in those 7 days than the rest of her lifetime; sits out in the black sand and lets the sun caress her skin, pretending to gag while her father fishes, breaking her first pair of flip-flops and fixing them with super glue. and perhaps all that joy is thanks to the connections their money allowed them. perhaps, deep down, its just as superficial as her. but living life ignorant to that, even if just for a moment... it was magnificent. 

even now, she has no idea how he managed to pull it off. and how, when they came home, he managed to cover it up completely. in fact, now she’s thinking about it, dylan can’t remember if she ever shared those memories with anyone. sure, it filled several entries in her diary, but even then, she had to keep it so well hidden her mother wouldn’t find it on one of her ‘treasure hunts’.

so here she is, standing in the same spot she did back then. 2011, the year of party rock anthem and a dolphin tale. when she wore pink ribbons in her plaits and drank diluted cider at the senior’s house parties, networking like her life depended on it. she was fourteen. already acting like an adult. she can’t think about it too much, or she’ll literally be sick. 

bul is gone now. 

she moved her studio to seoul a while ago, looking out onto a metropolis of inspiration. maybe she chose it because the world is more tangible there. after all, places like this are not reflections of real life, but hideaways from reality. and as she looks out onto the ocean swallowing up everything in its throw, she can only hear the sound of stillness. the impulsions that come to haunt her just pass by like sailboats. 

the rain soaks her sweater soon enough. once it’s wet through, she turns to walk back inside. 

his ashes are pulled away by the sea, on their way to meet the sun. 

[captainxuniverse]

followed my personal tumblr blog back bc im desperate for followers.

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well i also followed abby’s personal back.

anyway jane is here!! it’s almost 4 am and i haven’t slept in the last 4 hours bc something woke me up and i can’t go back to sleep.

it’s been a very long time since i last posted something. i’ve been awfully inactive in this blog, please forgive me. i promised to abby and ellen that i would take care of this blog whilst they’re writing on wattpad but i guess i broke my promise *sigh* IM SORRY Y’ALL

speaking about wattpad,

secrets of ausburg hasnt been updated since i dont know, a decade??

lmao i was just exaggerating.

i kinda missed it and i bet all of the readers feel the same way. well why dont we ask abby and ellen nicely to update it?

ABBY. ELLEN. SOMEONE PLEASE READ THIS

you guys know i haven’t meet either abby or ellen since our graduation day. I DIDNT EVEN SEE ABBY ON THAT DAY. (sorry abby im not lying about this. i only heard your name being called but i was too focused on the picture slide im so sorry.)

i think im done here, for now. im trying to go back to sleep

bye x

[janedalek]

And I had an awesome tumblr post ready for you...

I was going to write something like - home sweet home, how nice it is to find things just like I have left them my bed unmade (yep, you should know my bad traits tumblr, that's only honest) and biscuits hidden everywhere in case the end of the world...

And what do I find, my bad nicely made and all the biscuits eaten (kidding! I don't have hidden biscuits but I have chocolate bars and apples)...

Well, maybe next time. Anyway I am back!

[leepenn]

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