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( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

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[TXT] Oh my god.[TXT] What type of pizza was it????

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she furrowed her brows. arms crossed and head slightly tilted, her gaze lingered for a while. staring at him. eyeing him. not that it was intentional, but it hadn’t dawned on her yet. the meaning behind his words just didn’t seem to sink in at that moment.

“I’m the best thing that never happened to ya.”

it repeated itself in her mind. over and over, like a broken record.

interesting, she thought.

it had finally rang familiar to her ears. it rang familiar to her mind. tugging and pulling on a few strings here and there. bringing on loads and loads of memories she tried to forget. memories she tried to erase, though it seemed at that moment, she realized it was impossible to try and destroy titanium. the female heaved a long, shaky sigh. slender fingers balled into a fist, clenched by her side.

it was obvious that the other was only messing with her. that goofy smirk of his. the nonchalant look in his eyes. it made her grimace, but she briefly shut her eyes, slightly relieved. he didn’t know.

he couldn’t have known. she was just imagining it. it was all in her mind.

get it together, rosie.

a soft huff escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered open.

just relax.

her fists slowly unclenched themselves and her shoulders released the tension that had been binding her muscles. she positioned herself against the wall beside her. colored orbs glinted with slight amusement as a crooked smile plastered itself on her face, the corners of her eyes began to crinkle as she chuckled softly.

“hmph. i beg to differ.” 

he sees it all; from the way she trembles when she exhales, to her fingers curling into her palm— she doesn’t do a very good job of hiding her discomfort. there’s a quiet pleasure in fooling people into thinking you’re oblivious, and he does just that, a large smirk playing on his lips which speaks of nothing but playful teasing. truth is, he’s a lot more smug than she’d ever realise. it’s a secret he keeps between the gaps of his teeth while he smiles wide.

the playful banter had settled into a silence between them as she thought through her answer. it was almost painful to watch her tense up, but he had to say her smile almost made what she said next believable. he isn’t fooled. 

“you keep telling yourself that and maybe one day the lie’ll become true”, he says with a laugh, the kind that has his eyes forming half-crescents. he doesn’t know or remember what prompted him to make such a remark, but it’s amusing to see her struggle, obviously having hit a topic of interest. now he simply had to know. with his fingers, he presses her cheeks together and snickers. nothing too out of the ordinary, with just a tad bit more playfulness than he normally would have. “i’ll settle for second best thing that’s happened to you, how’s that?”

[archaistes]

A MOLTEN FEVER

SIKEN POETRY STARTER MEME: “i am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. the truth is complicated. it’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet.”

for: @mellifuo

cue the eye roll, the muscles of his eyes lolling in his head, how could he persist any longer with such insolence? “just because i’m a writer,” a drawled voice, a sneer coming to contort his face for perhaps the twentieth time for the day, “doesn’t mean saying words like that get me to like you very much.” 

tone blunt, eye cast to an irritant that leaves the woman’s lips. for she is of pretty characteristics and features, innocent if anything when enunciating in her poetic verse. harmless indeed for the time being, but oh sehun is a careful, cautious chaotic creature of foul crudity. vile on the tip of the tongue, as terrorising as his beautiful writing hands. 

“if you say so then,” calculative his cold eyes were, a force eyeing down prospective prey to lick the remains of them in his barren claws. (all of course, metaphorically speaking.) “what more are you than one thing?” 

always so interrogative, apprehensive. biting, partially evil. 

thinking that perhaps everything but him on an intellectual level existed merely as surface and superficial. (of course what do foolish looking girls like her know about the multi-coloured, duality of a self?) 

sehun barely thinks she can fathom it. 

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Hydra, aries.

* space themed questions .

Hyrda: Favorite sound?

Hmh.. Probably the sound of hard rain, or when really strong wind rumbles up in the sky. Do you know what I mean? It’s not thunder, but you can hear it tumbling around up there. I only like the sound of that on cloudy days, though. Rumbling wind on a sunny day? No thanks. That’s like eating a cupcake with no frosting on it.

Aries: Favorite movie?

This is a hard question, because..I have more than one? When I’m sad, I honestly can watch The Hunchback of Notre Dame a hundred times in a row, just to distract myself. It’s like a security blanket. When I’m trying to sleep in an unfamiliar place and I need to wind down, Microcosmos helps me out a lot, since it’s all music and gorgeous imagery. But my favorite movie genre of all time is horror, and my favorite horror movie happens to be The Conjuring. It’s great stuff.

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❛ how can i be ready for the future when i’m not even   ready to get up in the morning? i think i should just   fuse myself with my bed. ❜ 

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@mellifuo

Pretty girls surrounded him, but he looked to the blonde girl with a lost look on her face. Taehyun always did this. He found something small about someone and instantly liked it. He found his way into their world, and he broke them. That happens though. In the words of  Casey Neistat, “hurt people hurt people.” Maybe that clarifies a thing or two about Taehyun, but isn’t the point of this story. No, the point goes onto the fact that he felt attracted to this particular girl from her shy expression, how she stayed a beat behind everyone else. 

It wasn’t the first time in his lifetime, or even the week, but his body was working ahead of him. Soon enough he’d reached the girl. He dipped his head to her reading her name tag. “Kim Yerim,” he read out her name before he flashed a smile, his signature smile, to her. “I’m Moon Taehyun, and I’m your tour guide,” he proclaimed, and he hoped she believed him. He did actually lead some tours of campus today and was wearing a new student orientation shirt, but he this was more of an excuse to hangout with her, the shy girl who seemed lost. “Shall we go?” Taehyun inquired.