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[yurvtchka]

zimnij replied to your post: So the first line in the Agape is “ Sic mea vita...

“sic” actually means “thus” ! so, “thus my life is temporary” c:

// huh, well I learned something today 8)

[cadeinama-blog]

[text] Found your shirt in my room. I’m keeping it forever.

[text: viktor] crap i forgot about it!!

[text: viktor] what if my parents had seen it (●ฅ́дฅ̀●)

[text: viktor]....you’re wearing it, aren’t you?

[howgrateful]

@zimnij hat auf deine Fotoserie geantwortet: happy munday folks !! i usually wouldn’t post...

WOWIE YOUR HAIR IS GORGEOUS !!!

CRIES THANK YOU SO MUCH !! 

@appassiceonato said:

you are lovely omg

ahh thank you!! you’re so gorgeous yourself ;O;

@etiamviviens said:

DEM EYEBROWS

YEH THE RIGHT ONE IS THE ALPHA winks@ lmao

[yurikatsukibb-blog]

[starter for @zimnij] Yuri happily walked along the Russian beach close to Viktors side. He was surprised he agreed to walking along it at night time, but the moon’s light and the sound of the water was so soothing. “This is… Pretty romantic,” The shorter man muttered, as though it was a thought he never meant to say outloud.

[haretakouri-blog]

zimnij replied to your photo “it’s not even monday anymore but do i care??? not rlly (my lips are...”

YOUR HAIR IS SO RAD

TYSM!! ive had it purple for like a year and a half now i love it ;;;

[yurvtchka]

zimnij replied to your post: zimnij replied to your post: ...

“si” is actually “if” in latin too!!! so you did know it! ♥ i’m a latin student so if you ever want any help with it hmu!!

hehe yeah I’m actually Spanish tbh, so that’s why 8′), but I would definitely ask you if anything <3

[yuugenkoi]

@zimnij // liked for a starter !

❄ ————   ( home is where the  H E A R T  is ; or at least that’s what people always say -- that’s what people always tell him but Yuuri thinks that home is where the heart wants to be ) 

          The apartment is a vast cavern of white walls and minimalistic furniture -- it’s a far shot from his parents warm-wood, steam-filled, beach-side hideaway. There’s no hiding here ( all this open space ), but Yuuri steps in with feet as light as hope, half his life in the suitcase behind him, the other half standing at his shoulder. He turns --- 

          “ I like it --” he says, smile stretching the whole length of the room, so hard it might split his cheeks in two, but he doesn’t care. He glances around again and heaves a sigh ( satisfaction warm in his breath ), tries to picture decorations on the walls, tries to see the lights they could have on the ceiling, the candles --- 

          ( 196 countries in the world , and  T H I S  is where i want to be .) 

          Yuuri laughs, reaching down to shelve the handle on his suitcase, bumping Viktor with his elbow --- 

                                 “ It feels like home. ”

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Yuuri hadn’t intended to hold on for as long as he does. Viktor’s fingers are warm against his, the heat from their hands drifting lazily against the exterior of the small box. His first instinct dictates he avert his gaze, but Yuuri fights it, warring against habit until he manages to meet Viktor’s stare. His eyes are sparkling, he thinks absently, slowly untangling his fingers so Viktor can focus on the item that is, quite literally, at hand.

“Yes.” His voice, when it emerges, is a little weak with thinly veiled nervousness. “Happy birthday, Viktor. It’s, um—hopefully you—” Yuuri swallows, breaking that mess of a sentence. “I hope you like it.”