#nirvanlex

[cleoptara-blog]

{ - grins before handing you some }

You should stop here when you have the time, okay? Cause seriously, sometimes I have muffins sitting here some times. { `nods }

[cleoptara-blog]

{ - casually lays here munching on peach rings }

This would be much better if you're sharing some with me.. { `stares at the peach rings }

[walkvng-blog]

nirvanlex :

GASP TBH

[/ stares furiously ]

[seulchi-blog]

✉

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. 

[ ✉ ] Who are you even—

"No…" Seulgi shook her head, deciding not to respond to the strange text she’d just received. She didn’t know the number, neither the person that tried to contact her and instead of trying to find out, she turned off her phone, puckeringl lips briefly as she tossed it over to let it fall on the bedsheets. Peace.

[rebelxdirectory-blog]

ＬＵＨＡＮ ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ.

                        —- Ｆᴏʟʟᴏᴡ  |  Ｗᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ  |  Ｒᴇʙᴇʟ —-

[kuryeo]

doesn't know if this is late to send but ❝Can the heart truly turn black?❞

There isn't such thing as the heart turning black, or so he thinks--it's just a matter of accepting things before hand. He already suffered enough to know that even how much he tries to see his chest, and the organ inside of it, his heart is something that would never change its colors, even if he tries so much to darken the roots surrounding it. A heart is as crimson as his blood, pumping different feelings and emotions that one shouldn't feel and yet humans find it pleasing, amusing to know such exists.

Chanyeol knows the answer yet he doesn't know if it's the right one, not when he knows that the latter might have suffered differently; he turns to his shoulder, hands inside his pockets as he speaks.

                 ❝ Once I thought mine did. It's just a defense mechanism that people like us to--to try and make it darker, not letting anyone pass but once you've find that spark again it'll turn as bright as it once was. ❞

[jshins-blog]

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nirvanlex:

     Blinking at the sudden robotic voice that popped up near him, he taken a glance in the girls direction looking down at his feet one foot seeming to have been atop of her blanket, stepping off he begins to mumbling a sorry to her, taking note of the wheelchair she’s seated in as well as the machine she used to get his attention. — Skyler’s cheeks flushed because of his carelessness, he never enjoyed being in the way or even out in the open and seemingly resembling a pest in their eyes. He hadn’t noticed this was the second time she had the machine repeat itself but still he managed to acknowledge her and send her a brief smile, staring down at her from the side ” I’m terribly sorry, I hadn’t seen you there.”

Ah. . . The familiar concentration of heat that surfaced whenever she dealt with strangers, even this boy submitted to it. It was easy to trigger this response, no matter how innocent the mistake was. And the automated voice, well, that couldn't make things any better. It had no controls for tone or emphasis, so it always sounded remotely bitter or angry. Charlotte began typing a reply, but her thumbs stilled and then she shoved her phone into the pocket of her sweater altogether. Her notebook wouldn't be so uninviting, not with the soft curves of her handwriting and a few feminine details. [ ✑ I'm sorry, it's no big deal. Happens all the time, so don't blush like that! I just might pinch your cheeks, if you keep it up~ (๑ • ヮ • ๑) ]