#kindrxd

[sstardusted-blog]

@kindrxd

“seriously. i was wearing knee high stockings. it SHOULDN’T be this hard to get laid.”

[notquiteahitman]

@kindrxd - continued from here

Freya looked at him in silence. He was right, she hadn’t felt it so what did she know? “Everything except how it feels. That’s something I’ll never know.”

“Never?” His brows furrowed into a frown, his head ever so slightly tilted in a gesture of curiosity. “Why not? What makes you say that?”

[hexenkinder-blog]

     ❝Please stop being so loud.. I am trying to sleep...❞ Jean, no... you are sleeping on a park bench.. you can't make demands..

[aestate-filius]

Melody had been crawling around at the park for a couple of minutes now looking for things to do. There were people she wanted to play with, but they didn't seem to want to play with her which lead her to continue searching. She then spotted a person not too far from where she was and crawled over to them, tugging on their pants. "Abu!" she called out to grab their attention. She wanted them to play with her.

[xpraeditosx]

kindrxd

;; ~ ❀ ~;; — "I-I think I'm lost..." The young girl mumbled to herself as her hands felt the wall beside her, it was black, the colour of things with no life within them and it rather worried her. Had she not have been distracted by the puppy earlier and she'd be on her way home already. "P-Papa...Papa's g-going to worry..." She hiccuped a little, scared out of her wits end since she was alone.

      Slowly however, she walked down the street, a bell was heard - a bell to a shop? Either way her face had hit the door which had opened and the little child had stumbled back and onto the pavement. 

[dreamretae]

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On his days off, there were a few things Menae liked to do other than go to a library and read or study till his brain poured out of his ears. He liked to walk and memorize the streets of ol' Whitmore with a light step and friendly greetings to passing pedestrians. That was when he noticed someone he'd never seen, standing idly on the other side of the street. His memory was golden, so occasionally, when he'd see an unfamiliar face, he knew the were new.

However, he normally wouldn't say anything other than a quick 'good morning' or keep walking, but this time around, the person seemed lost. Naturally, his initial response is to help out. 

"Uh, Excuse me? Did you need help getting anywhere?"

[cxlinaryarchive]

Recipe of the Day: Iced Coffee

                {{kindrxd}} {{praecantito}}

         He was practically falling asleep at the bus stop. He had spent the last twenty-four hours on a stressful rush to complete a really complicated recipe. The cold coffee he had in his hands was tipping dangerously to the side as he nodded on and off.