#yeuphorias

[kwnyri-nope-blog]

( @yeuphorias​ in response to this )

They said that bilingual people had similarities of those individuals who suffer from dissociative identity disorder. As they switch languages, somehow their personalities alter along with it. Megan, as much she’d like to admit, had always been reckless. Back in the states, she paid little attention to caution, did whatever she wanted when it pleased her. The western culture, especially the people she had associated herself with, had planted that side of her. But there was this other side, the version of her that was the stereotypical Asian good girl that she would retract to every now and then. But ever since residing in Korea, the latter model was one she stuck with most of the time.

When invited to accompany Elizabeth to interview one of the popular celebrities of Korea these days, Megan’s initial idea was that they would be going out when the sun was at its brightest and the streets were at its busiest; probably having the meet up in a restaurant or somewhere else appropriate. But their current time and location were the exact opposite.

“Are you sure we’re even allowed to be in here? Does he even know that we’re in the block of his apartment? Does he even know that you’re interviewing him at this hour? Does he even know you at all?” These were questions that Megan whispered as the pair took silent steps on the hallway in the middle of the night. The stereotypical Asian good girl side of Megan was obviously panicking. She couldn’t afford getting into trouble, especially in her current state. She felt the tug on her sleeve and Megan had no other choice but to follow. But she had to admit, the female missed the thrill.

[sujoengs-blog]

“Don’t forget your sweater.“

Winter Starter Sentences … accepted !

winter. if someone had asked soojung what her favorite season was, she would have easily blurted that out, no hesitation lingering in the air. she loved winter for everything it had, aside from the fact that she would often fall sick and feel like death in bed. everyone liked summer for the heat, for the short clothes that gave their skin air to breathe and to show off. but soojung hated showing off. she loved winter for its coldness. she loved the embrace of blankets and the softness of her sweaters. she loved the hot drinks and soup and the way they filled her entire body with warmth.

 her sister had been out for a few days and soojung felt kind of lonely. she always did when her sister wasn’t around to bother her. so instead, she asked ( more like intruded ) yejin if she could stay over just until her sister was back home, and the older female eventually obliged. but a few hours into staying over and raiding the kitchen did she realize that yejin was completely out of snacks. “i’m gonna run out and get something to eat! did you want me to bring back anything?” she was already hobbling on one foot, struggling to slide her shoe on. she only heard the older female call out for her before she found her vision blocked and a soft impact on her face, causing her to wobble back. she slowly slid the sweater off her face, eyes narrowing as yejin came into view with a cheeky grin plastered to her face.

[sancteum-blog]

+ @yeuphorias​ //  ✞

Taking a look at the female once more, Elizabeth felt an unknown smile making its way upon her face. “Not sure if you’re being sarcastic or not, but I’ll take it as a compliment. Although, I think I’d be much more delighted to hear that my writing has been of more help. I do write about basically everything.” Something about the woman in front of her came off as mysterious; she seemed to have one expression for basically everything. They hadn’t been talking for a long time, but she hadn’t seen a single change on her face. “What did you say your name was again?”

      "i've heard you do write just about everything." stressing the final word, a hint of dissatisfaction. a few topics categorized as disgusting; however, that is a personal opinion. her eyes shadowed by sleepless nights glimmered with quasi curiosity as svelte brows raise to support her act: a supposed fan of this columnist. which had originally been the case, changed instantaneously when tasteless subjects were written. "it's nari. hm, the things you write- are they from personal experience?"

[disfunctoinal]

"I owe you."

all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . yeuphorias ) – - status: not accepting!!

“More like you owe me.” A soft snicker escaped past the lips of the man as he looked over the younger one, a look of entertainment glazed in his eyes as his furrowed browed creased back into a straight line. While the female did find the book he had been looking for the past couple of days, he feels he’s doing her the bigger favor of helping out with a relationship related article that Soohyun probably wouldn’t do much justice with. He still doesn’t understand why of all the people she could ask help from, she’s asking him. He isn’t no expert when it comes to love but a small thought plays around his age playing a factor. Yeah, maybe that’s it. Soohyun looks over her features one more time before proceeding to push his head back against the soft cushion of a pillow his chair had, gaze captive against the blithering lights of his room. After a soft sigh he inquires, “So tell me more about this article and what exactly I can do to help.”