#miwy

[yllei-ghost]

Eu amo essa música...

E sua mãe também 😏

[wyamora]

@miwy   

Between school, work and volunteering Amora didn’t have much time to see her beloved daughter, Aera. Most of the time, Aera was at daycare or playing with the children at the orphanage where Amora volunteered or she was at home napping. Her daughter was all she had in her life and it broke her heart to not be able to spend every waking moment with her.

On one particularly clear and sunny day, Amora came to the decision to take the day off from work and school to spend the day with her tiny daughter. Their destination was none other than O-world. Going to an amusement park was the first for the both of them. As a little girl herself, Amora had been promised a trip but with her mother’s passing it became a forgotten thought. 

Now was the perfect time to go; the weather was perfect and the two desperately needed to spend time with each other. While Aera was too small to ride most of the rides, it didn’t stop her and Amora from enjoying the ones they could go on. Sure, a big roller coaster would be fun but the little kiddie rides weren’t so bad, especially after hearing her daughter’s pure and genuine laughter.

About half way through their day at the park, Aera had wanted a balloon. She had seen another child carrying one and begged Amora for a big bright yellow one. It took a while for them to find the balloon stand but of course she had no problem pulling out her wallet to make her daughter’s day that much better. “You have to hold it tight so it doesn’t fly away.” Amora warned as they started to make their way to get lunch. 

That’s when it happened. Of course her daughter’s tiny little hands would soften up on their grip, allowing the string on the balloon to slip right out of them. “Mommy my balloon!” she cried out. Tears were already forming in her eyes and Amora was not going to let her daughter go without that balloon. “Hold on, stay right here! I’ll go get it for you!” Without thinking, Amora dashed off in the direction of the balloon. Luckily for her, it didn’t get too far or go up too high and she was able to grab it.

She turned around and headed back to the spot she had left her daughter, which wasn’t very far. “Here, I got it! Don’t cry~” she said to her daughter, who she expected to be right in that very spot. However, she wasn’t. Amora’s heart began to race and her eyes widened as she quickly looked around. Aera was no where. “Aera?! Aera!!” She searched around the area, hoping her daughter had gone to sit down without thinking but to no avail. 

“Excuse me have you seen my daughter?” “Sir have you seen a little girl around here?” “Ma’am you haven’t seen a little girl wondering around by herself have you?” She frantically asked everyone she saw but to no avail. None of them had seen the little girl and Amora felt like she was going to be sick. How could no one have seen her? What if she somehow got out of the park? Could no one help her?

[fatherfrancis]

          𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓸𝓷. fashion is a sin. it is a sign of greed, of not accepting who you are, and having to utilise the materialistic needs in life to satisfy your wants and needs. an unnecessary weight on shoulders that could bare to lift a single needle, a pin that pricks ever so gently but the side effects are known to be deadly. greed, a sin. a monstrous green that lurks in the corners of many, charcoal circles that resemble eyes, dead hues that hint sins and nothing but sins, but in his hand holds the cure. the bible, god’s gift to humanity. a cleanser, a clarity of sorts, a weapon to fight the darkness and the evil. 

his gaze raises to meet with ( @miwy​ ), ❝ my dear, to what brings you here today ? a known face like yourself does beckon the question of your visit to my sanctuary today, although, by no means am i pushing you out the door, no no no, my dear. ❞

[amoryllies]

@miwy

     It had been a long week, business deals, meeting and of course selecting art for the upcoming opening of the fall exhibit plagued her days. It was nice to finally have a chunk of time to herself. After leaving her daughter with the sitter, she had drove across town to meet with her favorite designer, Hyemi. The young fashion designer had been making her outfits for a long while now - Eunji was convinced she was her best customer. Though normally the business woman did not enjoy making friends - she enjoyed being around this girl. It was refreshing to have someone with such taste, and Hyemi had quite a bit of it. Parking her car the young woman stepped out - today she sported her lazy clothes. This consisted of fashionable high wasted jeans, white top tucked in paired with a nice blazer and heels. Most would believe she was still dressed up - however this was dressed down for her. Eunji had an appearance to keep up after all.

     Walking into where Hyemi created was always a treat - to see all the amazing outfits she a curated always put Eunji in a state of amazement. The colors and styles wowed her, it wasn’t long into the building when she saw the dear girl “Ah Hyemi, love.” Her voice was genuinely happy as she leaned forward to hug the female, careful of her clothes - knowing the price of them. “How are we doing today? Hopefully good or else someone would have to pay.” The girl teased, but everyone knew the weight of her words. Eunji was - for lack of a better term - powerful, and if she cared for you that meant you held power as well. She would always watch out for ones she cared for. “I have a request if you don’t mind - you don’t have to rush too much with this one as I know your schedule must look something awful.” Her mouth turned up into a small smile, “I need an outfit.”

[wyxminye-blog]

"what sort of noise was that?” // ♡

— sentence starter !!

letting out a small, nearly inaudible gasp, minye practically jumped six feet out of her own skin. she hadn’t realized someone else had been in the direct vicinity, and had taken it upon herself to let out a frustrated stream of garbled words, accompanied with the occasional hair pull. minye had been watching her recently filmed practice video, observing just how terrible her pivot had been, when someone caught her off guard and sent her nearly stumbling off of the bench. 

she blinked, trying to gain back her composure as her cheeks started to burn. “nothing,” minye answered as coolly as possible, running her fingers through her long hair. “nothing at all.”

honestly, she just wished that this passerby would continue passing her by.

[wyxhyukjae-blog]

"why are you wearing that?" // ♡

Hyukjae blankly stares for a moment before looking down at his feet.

“My blue flip flops? Because they’re comfortable. Do you like them?” He smiles brightly. 

[wysunhee-blog]

"what sort of noise was that?” // ♡

                                              one-liner meme ;; status: accepting

                                       ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

“don’t mock me,” he started with a clear pout on his face as he placed his hands on his hips. he couldn’t help but whine when he didn’t get what he wanted. “all i asked was for you to make cookies with me. is that so hard?” he tilted his head back and let out a high pitch noise, intensifying his whine. “please?”

[hanexl]

KAGAMI TAIGA MOODBOARD 001 && YOON HYEMI — ( @miwy )

          ❝ have you ever been rejected by those closest to you ? surely not... because you’re the 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. ❞ — money and support, just suitcases and rejection.