Stray Soldier.

" I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. " [ Extras/Inspiration sideblog.]

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jinsparks:

He can’t help but find her slight reaction to his comment adorable. The word lingers in the back of his mind as he takes an instinctive step closer to her, handing her the sword that was still in his grasp. She could do her abracadabra stuff with that too, there’s no way in hell he’s carrying the sword into the middle of Seoul. “Anything is fine with me, and that doesn’t sound so bad. I was thinking it would take another five hours to get back somewhere.” They’ve spent majority of their day together, and it was a common occurrence on the weekends when they met up to train. Early in the morning they’d set off as Jinyoung continuously complained about the timing, and by evening they would be done. Or so their bodies would incline them to think. He stretched his arms over his head, muscles SORE from their training. 

When she addresses him again, he turns his attention back to her quickly. His eyes scan her body, stopping to admire the curves she has with no thought about how she’d react to his gaze. Turning back to lock eyes with her he cocks his head for a moment as if deep in thought. Without answering he closes the gap between the two, pulse quickening at his own actions. He’s frozen in his spot for a moment before he remembers what he’d approached her for. With one hand lazily placed on her shoulder, he reaches behind her head with his other hand to pull her hair out of the ponytail. Using both his hands he weaves his fingers through her hair, ruffling it out a little to give it more volume. A final curl of his finger in her tresses and he nods, bright grin across his lips as he admires his work. “There, perfect.” The word sits heavy in the air, too much meaning behind it so he’s quick to change the topic. Turning his back to her he begins to lead the way, playful demeanour back.

“Onwards and upwards! To the land of chicken we go !!”

“Ah.” She takes the sword from him, but instead of making it disappear the same way she had done with hers, she places a hand on either end and begins to squeeze. Slowly, the sword disappears into her palms until they meet each other. She could probably ditch being a model and spend the rest of her life as a magician if she wanted. “We’ve unconsciously moved closer to civilization as time went on. It’s only natural; we are drawn to that energy. Gods cannot exist without those who worship them.” She shoots a look upwards, to the sky, as she wondered whether her mother could hear what she said while Jinyoung was busy stretching.

When she focuses back on him, his dark eyes are taking her in as if he were a wolf and her the prey. It is the other way around between them, and though she is used to strangers’ gazes due to her job, Jinyoung’s feels different. It feels…meaningful? Especially when his eyes, serious and almost distant, focus on hers. Only the sound of the wind caressing the grass can be heard until he suddenly approaches her with what seems like a kind of resolve that is unknown to her. Instinctively, her eyes widen and she leans back slightly. He’s not much taller than she is but she still has to look up to look him in the eye. And then comes his touch. One hand on her shoulder, the other clumsily ridding her hair of its binding. All the while she is looking at him, lips slightly parted and breath caught in her throat. She is entranced as she assumes the wind is ruffling her hair but no, those are his fingers. A soft sigh leaves her lips and her eyelids lower to protect her transparent eyes from his. She doesn’t see his smile but can hear it in his voice when he announces he is done and satisfied.

When she opens her eyes, his back is turned to her and he is walking off like a toy soldier. She blinks a few times and skips a few steps after him to catch up. “Ack, don’t leave me!” She slides her backpack properly on then reaches up to unconsciously push some hair away from her face but without intention to alter the work he’s done. She is stunned to say the least and can’t bring herself to say more than a simple “thank you” with a soft smile. But she avoids his gaze or looking at him as they walk in silence through the woods. Nothing she enjoys more than being surrounded by green life.

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jinsparks:

He doesn’t know when it happened. He knows it did happen, but when? His head’s a mess of events from training, to grabbing a quick bite to eat, to counting down till their next session every week. Between all her lectures, scolding and little glimpses of her true self, he’s found himself caught up with every little detail. His eyes scan her features, falling at the wrinkles near her nose when she smiles, her large eyes, raven hair. It’s all overwhelming and he’s not sure why. Jinyoung isn’t one to fall, and if he does – never hard. He’s sure it’s nothing but a simple crush. One of those that stem from spending too much time with someone else. One of those crushes he had on his first grade teacher because she drew out the alphabet so nicely. However, denial only spins him deeper into re-evaluating the feeling that bubbles in the pit of his stomach whenever he’s within her reach. Yearning to let the tips of his fingers trail down the side of her face. He takes a deep breath in before situating himself a step further back from her. Physical distance was always the start of emotional ones.

When she speaks again, it’s music to his ears. His dreams of singing and dancing on a stage beside her shot down, but he can’t help but grin at her. She was always so realistic with her plans, never one to dwell in the make believe worlds he dreams up. Her head space was much clearer than his and sometimes he envies it. Humour was a defence mechanism for Jinyoung, something he doesn’t know how to live without. Yet here was a girl, the complete opposite of what he was, and he’s absolutely fascinated by her. As if she’s a being from another planet. She wasn’t like all the other girls that would giggle at his antics, twirl a strand of hair till he gave them more attention. She never asked for his attention and it’s what draws him closer to her. Like a game of cat and mouse, he’s always there to see how far he can push her buttons. He closes the distance between them again as more passengers get on, his legs now pressed against her knees as he lets out a low whine.

“Oh come on, humour the thought at least! Do you know how cute we’d be?” He bites back the urge to say “together.” It’s just a little crush, just a little crush. His thoughts say one thing, but his actions only add fuel to the fire as he reaches down to scoop one of her hands into his, only to raise her arm as far as he can. Moving it from side to side he softly sings a kpop girl group song that’s been stuck in his head for days. “See, you’d sing that and dance like this. And then I’d be your background dancer until my solo comes up. Which is when the crowd will obviously go wild. Plus, what do you mean people like us?” He lowers her hand but doesn’t remember to let go as he drops his voice to a whisper. “We would literally be magical, take the world by storm.” Leaning his head against a pole on the bus, he wrinkles his nose in her direction when she refuses his second offer.

“That’s basically the same thing. Dancing with music versus dancing with swords. I swear I’m a quick learner, and you know that!” As playful as he always was on the battlefield, he was quick on his feet, and easy to teach. He circles his thumb against the back of her palm with a soft hum, paying little attention to the insult thrown in his direction. After a moment, his eyes brighten up again before he throws a Notebook reference in her direction. Lifting her arm up again, this time, interlacing their fingers while doing so, he practically shouts on the bus. “If you’re 17, I’m 17! If you’re a bird, I’m a bird!” Was his goal to embarrass her on public transport? Yes. Was his second goal to cover up for the fact that his pulse was racing because of their palms pressed together? 

Also yes.

Does she know what love is? What it really feels like to be loved? Not in a passionate way. Not in an honest way. Not in the way she ought to be loved, perhaps. All she really knows is how dangerous of a weapon it is, how it sways one’s mind and can flip one’s life upside down. But does she fear it? To a certain extent, yes. She fears losing control. Her biggest fear. She either ignores or is willfully oblivious to what people around her feel, to how they perceive her. She is her number one priority, her mother the second. Naturally, she does not suspect that very near, right next to her, a heart has begun to ache.

She doesn’t mind the proximity, the closeness, not with him, at least. Combat training involves physicality and for her it is nothing out of the ordinary. His whine, however, tugs at her heartstrings, and causes her eyes to widen. Something within her stirred. Humor the thought, he says, and she can’t help but grin and giggle under her breath as if the expression itself had tickled her. He is funny, sometimes, that she can’t deny. Her expression changes suddenly when her hand is in his, her head turned all the way to fix the full power of her gaze on him. Her eyebrows knit together when he raises her arm before a deep blush settles over her cheeks. She doesn’t mind being the center of attention at work, where the environment is that of professionalism. But here, on a bus, a domestic scenery such as this…She can’t reply, not as her heart beats wildly behind her ears and her mouth dries up. She can’t even hold her gaze steady so she lowers it at the same time he lowers their hands.

“Are you even hearing yourself speak? That’s a certified way to put us in danger.” She whispers, almost fiercely. Only the idea of being exposed could get her brain in order, at least for a moment. Her free hand clutches at her backpack and she allows her hair to be the curtain that will hide her face from him for a moment. Had he been anyone else, she probably would have teared her hand away. But she doesn’t mind it, which catches her off-guard. Maybe this is what it means to feel someone else’s warmth. His touch is gentle, even if he is waving her arm about. She reaches a limit, however, when he speaks louder than he should have and his fingers slip between her own. 

She frees her hand violently from his grasp and cradles it against her chest as if he had burned her skin. Ache. Her own heart aches as she turns slightly away from him and fixes her gaze on what she can see through the window. She doesn’t want to make a scene but all she really wants to do is get off the bus and walk until she can calm down.

Help me, Mother.

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jinsparks:

His mind’s already wandering to the moment they had a few minutes ago. It was the first time he’s done anything that bold with the other demigod. He can’t deny that he was intimidated by her stature, but that didn’t change the fact that he had found her strikingly attractive since day one. Knowing where their relationship lay and what levels they both were on, he hadn’t made any moves earlier on. Asides from his typical suggestive jokes – that was only natural. However, today was different. There was something about the warm breeze and feeling in his gut that told him today was the day. Today he’d try to impress her. Would he succeed? Probably not. But there was hope that she’d find even his failures somewhat charming. Charm was always what he used to his advantage and he’s determined to make her see that as well. 

It’s clear that his question had caught her off guard. There was very little personal exchange between the two, perhaps for good reasons. Jinyoung didn’t have much intention to get weaved into the inner workings of the Gods, nor was he looking to have his ass kicked by Athena. However, he’s grown uncomfortable with the distance between the two and couldn’t help but begin to pry. A grin curls up his lips when she finally gives him an insight on what her life was like. Up until this day, he’s always seen her as a woman who did nothing but train and work. A hustle all day sort of female. Something he admired, but also something he wanted to change. He wanted her to loosen up and was sure that he could make it happen. 

“That’d be great! We can finally let our muscles heal a little and then audition to be the next idol duo, right?” He winks at her playfully before nodding once. “You should teach me how to dance.” Was it an excuse to watch her move in a manner that was less stiff and rigid than when they fought? Of course. Would he let her know that? Of course not. 

He’s about to speak again when the bus screeches to a halt in front of them. He offers her the first empty seat he finds and positions himself in front of her. Almost a protective stance as he looks down at her. Large doe eyes, cascading black hair – his pulse was already racing and he hates himself for it. He’s not supposed to be like this with a woman who was supposed to be nothing but a teacher. He clears his throat to break the silence once again. 

“So piano, and dancing. Two new things I know about you. Who knew you were so talented, hmm?” The bright grin hasn’t left his face ever since they had ceased training. “Okay, so second question. What’s a weird trait of yours? Like I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue.” He pauses, hesitation lacing his features as he considers biting back the stupid remark that sits on his tongue. However, he doesn’t hold back, and wiggles his shoulders a little as he says playfully. 

“What that mouth do, if y’know what I mean.” 

Being alone while surrounded by crowds has been her modus operandi since childhood. She’s always known she doesn’t belong among humans, and her step-mother’s treatment reinforced this thought. Never mistreated but never shown more love or given more care than ought to be given to a child that is not your own. They knew that much. Only her sisters love her well and appreciate her. Other connections with humans have fallen through one way or another because of her own desire or have remained shallow, at times fake. And in such eyes is the reflection of an ordinary human with ordinary tastes and interests who closes herself off from the rest of the world. Her sense of duty and devotion to her real mother and the Pantheon has partially estranged her from the reality she actually lives.

From what she’s heard from her mother, such characteristic is not hers alone. Many demigods find it tough to acquire a place in the world, like many other hybrids. Though the number of demigods is rather high, they are still a minority that struggles to feel normal and acceptable to human society. Many have suffered disappointments in the hands of love of humans. Hers was suffering in the hands of love for a demigod. Her first ever pupil. Her first ever heartbreak that only caused the snake to coil into itself even further. After that, she was always ready to strike. The two pupils who came after him she trained firmly, with detachment. She couldn’t let any more obstacles get in the way of her duties.

Six years have passed since that disappointment, the wounds have scarred over. She is still a snake coiled in itself but modelling professionally has given her a sense of control over herself. To her, it’s almost like acting. She can play femme fatale or sweet girlfriend for the camera, and such flexibility helps her deceive her work environment. 

Then why now? Why this boy?

Perhaps he caught her with her defenses low. Training relaxes her, soothes her soul. That’s why she has kept going even after what happened. She couldn’t let go of one of the few things that give her a purpose, a sense of being. Saying also goes that time heals wounds. She doesn’t believe in the healing but moving forward certainly teaches you how to accept them as part of who you are. She knows she is better now, and can handle casual interactions without being at risk. Or so she thinks. But she’s not threatened by him, she enjoys always having the upper hand. That gives her security. She’s safe. Safe.

His playful demeanor is off-putting most of the time. Being a serious person herself, she finds him confusing more often than not. “Idol duo? I’ll pass. Some high-school classmates have gone down that road and it wouldn’t play well for people like you and me.” When he suggests she should teach him how to dance, her eyebrows knit together in concentration. “That…” She waits until they on the bus to give him the rest of her reply. “I am no instructor, Jinyoung. I can teach you how to break someone’s arm but not how to sway to the music.” She glances cautiously around the passengers to make sure no one’s attention was picked by such remark until Jinyoung’s gesture interrupts her habit of scanning for danger. She quietly takes the seat and rests her backpack on her lap.

When he speaks, she fixes her attention on him gladly. She would much rather do that than end up mentally going over the list of bones that are easiest to break, and frighten whoever happened to glance at her face as she did so. “So you don’t have other skills? I always assumed that children such as us are naturally talented. Maybe that’s just me and a former pupil.” Her eyes lower for a split second as a memory flickers in her mind but does not prevent her from remaining engaged in what he’s saying. Which happens to be a rather…weird comment. Her face contorts as if she had eaten a sour candy before she brings a hand to cup over her eyes in a subtle face-palm.

“How old are you even, Jinyoung? You sound 17, at least.”

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jinsparks:

Gods cannot exist without those who worship them.

The words ring loud in his ears and he finds it interesting how she thinks. Her mind has aged but her body has not. He’s never bothered to ask her how old she is, but surely not much older than him. Listening to her speak seems as though he’s ages behind his time, that every demigod should possess the grace she holds herself with. Maybe that’s exactly why she was a daughter of Athena. The poise, the intellect, it’s all evident in every stride of hers. He looks over his shoulder at her, admiration glistening in his eyes as she catches up to him. Jinyoung’s quick to duck his head as a slight blush dusts his cheeks once she thanks him for his previous actions. There’s something about her being so close that suddenly takes him off guard. He’s not sure how she causes these reactions, but he doesn’t like it. Was he supposed to feel this way about his mentor? Was that even allowed ?? 

Clearing his throat, he cuts the silence as they reach the end of the field, the bustling city only minutes away. Resting his shoulder against the bus stop he looks over at her with a quirk of a brow. “So what do you do for fun? I know you model, but that’s a job. Probably a lil’ bit more enjoyable than mine, it’s not fun scrapping gum off a seat at nine in the morning.” He laughs softly as he checks the time to see how much they had. Not that he wanted it to go by – in fact, quite the opposite. In the months he’s known her, he hasn’t really gotten to know her at all. it’s all been business and no pleasure, and he was finally ready to change that. “Like I play the guitar whenever I get bored. Picked it up as a kid, won’t say I’m great, but I’m not half bad either.” The smug grin is back on his face, normal teasing demeanour returning. 

Due to their weekly schedules, meeting on days other than weekends has been rare. Only a few months have passed since they started training and because of the irregularity of their meetings, she knows it will take a while before Jinyoung really grows comfortable into his new skin. She doesn’t mind that thought; never minded it. She has always and will always devote as much time as is needed to train a demigod. She also knows that she knows little about him; not much information could be exchanged when someone pretended to want to chop off your arm. On top of that…His question catches her off guard, and her eyes leave the road to focus on him. Oh, right. She’s here, right now. Even if she has managed to blend among humans, sometimes she feels misplaced. It is only natural when you have to be two people in one body.

There’s reluctance on the tip of her tongue, a sense of wrong-doing when he opens up to her almost suddenly. There is no contract among them, nothing that establishes the terms on which they are to interact. His aura of freedom, his way of walking with no weight over his shoulders…There are times when she envies that. Even at this moment, when he leans so casually against the bus stop, his hair tousled to a point where it is just right – Touch. His fingers, her hair. Her mind goes haywire for a moment as she instinctively straightens her posture. Stiff. That’s the impression she gives off most of the time. Professional, kind, gentle, but reserved. But what if…what if she tried. Once again. Just this once…

“I play the piano. Still learning but I pick it up whenever I have free time. I also do a bit of dancing to keep the figure. Yiruma has some piano-guitar duets, if you ever want to change swords for instruments.”

She tilts her head just slightly and chuckles softly before the sound fades and a small but content smile settles on her lips. Her eyes are fixed on him and it seems the whole world either disappears or time stops. Just that it doesn’t and the sound of the approaching bus breaks whatever spell had descended upon her. She turns quickly to signal to the bus drive it has two more passengers headed downtown. Something within her knows tonight will be different. In what way, she can’t tell.

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jinsparks:

He’s never understood why such extensive training was needed. It wasn’t like he openly went around telling passersby that he was a demigod, in fact, it was something that he hadn’t known for quite some time. His eyes narrow in her direction as she speaks. Her words sound like those straight from mythology books he had read as a child. Something that sounded so ridiculous when he’s known of a different life for so long. Jinyoung knew that the other had lived through a life more interweaved with the gods than he had, and to an extent, he was grateful for his experience. If they were so powerful and yet so unruly as every book made them seem, then he wanted NOTHING to do with them. He was better off when he didn’t know where his origins were, when he simply hated the man who had left him and his mother without a word. To now know that he’s fathered god knows how many other children always puts him on edge. With a sharp exhale of breath his rolls his eyes, words harsher than his tone typically is. “I don’t think I’ll ever get it.” 

His eyes never leave hers as the weapon slowly disappears. He’s always been envious of how well she can control her powers. In comparison to her he was nothing but a NOVICE. The thoughts increase his already sour mood, but he lightens up at the sound of food. Back to the real world. Or at least, the world he was familiar with. “You can cook? You sure I won’t die?” He’s jesting, but only to cover up for the feeling in the pit of his stomach when she suggested it. He can already picture her in a high ponytail, apron tied around her waist, hips swaying to the music … He swallows hard to get the image out of his head. With a nod, he grins brightly, “I know a great sushi place. We should go there, it’s on me.” He scans the field around them before turning to her again. “Can you do some cool teleporting thing or do we really have to walk till we reach the heart of the city again?”

She understand his concerns. Or perhaps, thinks she does. She cannot relate to him to the extent which perhaps would allow her to comfort him more properly instead of trying to force all this knowledge down his throat. At the end of the day, she is doing what she feels is right of her and what will be for his own good. She believes in her mother almost blindly and though that had caused her to alienate herself in an emotional way, this is the only ground onto which she can be more or less herself. Modelling is how she makes a living, and most of the time she is putting on a mask at events. The mask of an ordinary young adult who is living her dreams. But here, alone with her assigned pupil and a few weapons, she feels at ease. Her mother, unlike his father, has had few encounters with males so scarcity of progeny weighs somewhat heavily on those who do exist. She figures Ares’ children would never agree to train other demigods just because their godly parent told them to. It all sounds like a double-edged sword. 

When he teases her about her cooking, her eyes narrow in his direction. Even if she is a model and has managers and people to tend to her, she can very well live on her own and depend only on herself. Her sisters - half sisters - were already married and her father and stepmother were more than happy to encourage their youngest one to go solo. It is all the more convenient to hide what she does. Especially after she was delivered as a baby to her father’s door in a shroud of mystery and suspected infidelity. She blinks when he suggests sushi and her nose slightly scrunches up for a moment before her lips purse out in thought. She barely registers the fact that he is offering to pay or what comes after that, as regards teleportation, and a few moments pass before she replies. “Hm? Oh, I…would rather have some chicken, if that’s fine with you. And as regards walking, we’re not that far away. It’s approximately twenty minutes to the main road and then we can take the bus.” She shrugs slightly in an attempt to dismiss just how much of a brat he can be sometimes before she walks a few steps away from him to retrieve her backpack and check the time on her phone. It was six-thirty. They had been in the field for about two hours, and the whole expedition would be around four, without counting dinner. Unconsciously, she takes a look at her clothes and a subtle blush creeps onto her cheeks. Work-out clothes don’t make the best look when you are out for dinner but going home to change would take too much time.

“It should be fine, right…?” She motions to her outfit with a finger once she turns to face him again.

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jinsparks:

The action is swift and quiet, much like every other attack she’s laid on him throughout their time training. Sometimes Jinyoung is left to wonder what HELLHOLE his father had left him in to end up in a position like this. To say that her beauty didn’t make his knees weak would be a lie, but to say that he enjoyed every second spent with her would be an even bigger one. He takes one step back to avoid being impaled by either end of her weapon. At this rate, she wouldn’t even need a weapon to leave him with wounds. “Our own parents ?? I don’t know about you, but he’s NOT my father.” He’s quick to interrupt her with that one comment, quietening down for some time before laughing at her spiel. “Maybe the weight you carry on your shoulders is a flaw, don’t let the weight of the world crush you. You ain’t no Atlas.” He wrapped both hands around his word before pulling it out in case she caught him by surprise. “Exciting? Maybe. Useful? Debatable. It’d be more exciting if we ditched this and went for dinner, I’m starving.” And there it was, the classic whine of the privileged son of Zeus. 

As daughter of Athena, she has been assigned the task - duty - of training demigods not only in combat but social matters as well. Jiyoung received her training earlier than most children of the gods so her mother naturally entrusted her with such an important mission. She takes it seriously, of course, but some demigods can test her patience. Jinyoung is one of those. Not only did he arrive late to their first meeting, he also displayed questionable manners; that is, in her eyes. He is no different than people his age but his disregard for their true nature and his intermittent reluctance to learn makes her want to whine to her mother at times. However, it is more than clear that his personal relationship with those who gave him life is less fortunate than her own. And how could it not, with a father like Zeus. She pities him at times but that does not make her go easier on him. She snorts quietly with a roll of her eyes before her shoulders raise into a shrug. “Whether you like it or not, he made you.” She narrows her eyes at his turning of the tables before she slowly but carefully sheathes her sword; if they kept going, who knows what could come out of that. “I will be crushed, sooner or later. I am painfully aware of that.” She says this in, perhaps, too serious of a manner. “Trust me, Jinyoung, knowing how to protect yourself is useful. Hopefully one day you get it.” She holds up her sword horizontally before her face and with a squeeze of her hand, the weapon dissolves into mist and dust which float into a locket that hangs around Jiyoung’s neck; a gift from the Heavens. “I guess we could use some food. We’ve been spending our energy properly enough.” She glances around them, to the expanse of green that surrounds them, and she can’t help but smile contentedly. Somehow, her life had come to make sense. “Perhaps I can cook for the both of us some time..:” The words are out of her mouth before she can think them through more properly, the sight of an owl betrayed her. She doesn’t look at him now but reaches, unconsciously, for the locket as if looking to regain control of herself.

[krntrash]

i love my baby boy

[jiyoungbliss]

Jiyoung looking effortlessly hot handsome as Soyeon in Zenin Kataomoi

[writing-prompt-s]

You accidentally summon a demon by trying to pronounce Ikea product names.

[madamelesfressange]

                                           Diplomatie Parisienne

1. Hotel De Omani, Embassy Of China

2. Hotel De Charost, Embassy of Great Britain

3. Hotel de Béhague, Embassy Of Romania

4. Hôtel de Monaco, Embassy Of Poland

5. Hôtel de Boisgelin, Embassy Of Italy

[wnq-movies]

I don’t have any time to stay up all night worrying about what someone who doesn’t love me has to say about me.

Viola Davis (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

It’s fine. You don’t have to talk to me. You don’t have to come here. I can meet someone new. I can be alone. You only come around when you need someone and I’m so tired of being that person.

drinkuntilyouwantme  (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I know I was your second choice, but I wonder if you wish I’d come first.

silver-nor-red (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Allow me to be a mess for a little longer, allow me to complain and whine for a bit. Don’t tell me it makes me weak, tell me it’s okay, tell me I will heal.

kriti-g (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

Isn’t it rotten? There isn’t any use my telling you I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via wordsnquotes)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

And if I set everything on fire, myself included?

Carlos Drummond de Andrade, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, from “Nausea and the Flower,” (via lithified)

[wordsnquotes]

I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.

Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via wordsnquotes)