#moriinoa

[dvntypcrkers-blog]

imessage ➝ noa

div: what kind of take out should i order

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@moriinoa  — closed starter.  ☁

        it starts like this: eyal fallon has a tendency to not think things through, to act on impulse and think little beyond immediate gratification. it’s for this reason alone that he finds himself walking down the twining streets of brooklyn, unawares to his destination, phone in his pocket and headphones in his ears searching for a florist. he can feel the steady vibrations from his phone against his thigh, the sure-fire alerts from instagram that yes, his followers are still paying attention. he’d seen all sorts of people do what he’s doing now: the ‘let instagram control me for a day’ challenge, to a wide variety of effects. or consequences, eyal hasn’t quite decided. he keeps his eyes on the store signs, the little nooks and crannies he may find such a location until his eyes settle on a sign above a cutesy storefront window: ‘botanika’. 

        it’s the baby blue bricks that first capture his attention. for some reason, the soft colours and the aesthetic contrast to the green of the plants just beyond the window makes him smile, has him staring. the small bay windows presents ‘botanika’ as more of a... quaint little home, he thinks, rather than a store. it doesn’t so much scream come in as it offers a soft beckoning and a come here, come and have a look. sit among the flowers & breathe. eyal hadn’t thought he could feel this way about flowers, but before he registers his own movements, he’s standing in front of the cashier desk, wide-eyed. he removes his headphones, offering a smile. “ um, hello... ” shy is categorically not an eyal emotion, but he’s out of his depth, looking around at the kaleidoscope of colour decorating the shop floor. “ i’d like some flowers, please. ”

[dvntypcrkers-blog]

@moriinoa

the crisp rooftop air brought a slight shiver to her body along with it. judging by her scantily clad figure, it was apparent that she hadn’t thought very well into the future. now, she wasn’t ignorant to the cool temperatures new york nights tended to have. it was the simple fact that she couldn’t bring herself to care very much. the little rebellions for her served a much bigger purpose and the way the cold air bit her skin brought an odd thrill to the girl. her arms rested against the ledge and despite her frequent visits, the view of the city beneath her never failed to leave a sense of awe. her eyes wandered to the figure beside her, a smile forming along her features as she reveled in the peaceful atmosphere. it was a shame they weren’t able to share this little luxury more often. the air from her mouth left the same cloudy presence as the smoke that had previously occupied the area.

                               ❝ how come the city is so beautiful at night, and then during the day it’s just full of assholes? you’d think the feeling of the sun and the city around them would put them in better spirits, you know? ❞

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what’s your muses name in mines phone:

mother noa ❀

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what’s your muses ringtone in mines phone:

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my muses last text to yours:

divinity: my cacti are flourishingdivinity: i think i might have to invest in a greenhouse?