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Everyone in this planet is a loner anyways. ❞
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…but darling matches BURN.”
( park JAEWON - original - literate )
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#( so I'm in the same situation as dahye's mun#( lost inspiration sucks but I had fun being jinhwan so--#( I'm planning my new muse and shit it's just my schedule has been hectic lately#( wouldn't be free until two more weeks and :--/#( for now you can contact me by my aim-- ( caffein.e )#( thank you and sorry to everybody ! ):
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I’m not afraid of failure but I am afraid to become one.
malessere (via wnq-writers)
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hyexagon:
“ALL I’VE EVER WANTED WAS THE WORLD .”
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Wish I could say “I’ll make time for it” and actually create a couple of hours that exceed 24 hours.
20150823 Blonote
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songavixin:
❝Oh, and look at your son! How grown he is!
The comment came out a lot less forced when grinning over the rim of a wine glass. Well, it wasn’t that she was completely false in her interest, but pleasantries always felt a bit restricting to the woman with a self-proclaimed silver tongue. “The heir of Hex, hm? Already so capable, or so I’ve heard~” Ga-In finished the rest of her drink in one go and tried not to roll her eyes at the couple’s unnecessary bragging. Didn’t she just compliment his excellence? This is why she no longer enjoyed black tie events– too much needless chatter. She lit up a cigarette, since there didn’t seem to be any posted warning she ought not to, much to the mild shock of those around her. She had just been so kind to the Song family, their open mouths clacked shut in strained respect. “Well, congratulations to the two of you, hm?” Plumes of smoke circled her head and the vixen caught their conversational subject staring at her. She threw him a playful wink while taking another drag from her black cancer stick.
oh my, what a blemish! please let me offer a sincere apology regarding to my wife, she couldn’t hide her happiness now that our son is all grown up and reliable!
her lipsticks is too bloody thick, turning more gore with every sip of the wine that she devours, spilling her lungs with even more cerise. black hair in contrast with her milky skin, with jewelries sticking out with much annoyance on victor’s side. at first, she is nothing but merely duplicates of every fucking socialites out there, but with her glass empty, vivid light shining down on her frail figure, the intimidation– the audacious, her dauntlessness– that aura fuming with crimson lilac turns him on a little too much. perhaps, asking for a question from the older female could scratches his itches of curiosity of how the fuck do you tolerate them, really? don’t they just rambling on too much, maybe a stab of knife slitting right in their vocal cord would shut them up perfectly? that would relieved the tension that bloomed a little too tightly within his chest, because really, they talked too fucking much.
the clouds of smoke of the newly lit cigarette may’ve just calmed his tensions a tad, though callous finger nimble through the handkerchief on the table to cover his lips faking a few coughs, oh the irony of the thought of the most rogue being acting so gullible in front of these fucking clowns really did the wonders of cracking the loud laughter out of his gritted teeth, and he took the advantage of that moment faking even more coughs (that seems conveniently convincible now), and a smirk that curves perfectly; hiding itself behind the pure, white cloth. and while his parents does not looking, he shoots another wink her way, because a woman is a woman, widowed or not.
”oh, please, enough about me, what about yourself, ma’am? have you amused yourself to any of these men here, yet?” and an elbow (his father’s, noted angrily) hits right through his ribs, but victor still managed not to waver his smile, not when his lips would be the perfect fit to the cigarette resting harmlessly between her fingers.
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harubtw wants to be arrested !
25th August, 2012
it’s thursday again, numbing it’s way into view. but how much exactly does jinhwan has to go through the fifth day of the week? thousands of thursday has already passed, but jinhwan is nevertheless still occupying this duplicated days of walking the same route to school to no avail, same fucking faces he sees with every steps he took, and the deficiency of amusement that was too dim to acknowledge him whenever he tries to venture for some form of sick entertainment, whether it’d be jerking off in detention, pissing in the girl’s toilet, or buying a lingerie for jie’s birthday (and she loves it, he swears to god, completely disregarding the slap on his cheek that stung a little too much when he blurted out loud that he’d love to eat her out with that on her body, despite the fact that she had just recently fought with one of her fuckboy — and her fuckboy was also presented in the conversation — and her fuckboy totally did not just fucking punched jinhwan in the face). yeah, well, his maids had apprised him too many times that if he ain’t got nothing nice to say, then don’t say nothing at all (yeah, a fucking quote from bambi), but jinhwan’s tongue runs naturally on stupid remarks and sarcastic unneeded comments since birth. satan(because exclaiming god is mainstream), it’s almost too fucking comical with how much he loves thrills that managed to rouse his system to the climax, yet craves peace and solitude that calms his heartbeat at the same time. maybe that’s why he’s so fucking drawn to the rooftop, with it’s isolation and lack of crowd, and the atmosphere that would fit well with nell’s discography.
the blazer of his uniform never hugged his stern frame so right, with the way the edges of it flipping a tad suffering from the gusts of the breeze hitting his face as he finally reaches the final step of the stairs, footsteps reaching the dead end with his feet coming into halt, bag sluggishly hanging on his shoulder, and jinhwan’s brows raised a little, arms crossed with his eyes stared down at the familiar boy, a momentary pause before taking a seat next to him. the male snorted loudly, fingers already jabbing into his best friend’s forehead.
“don’t tell me you fucking skipped science.”
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kjiwn:
“It’s not?” the rapper replies as he scratches the back of his neck. “I’m not good with that department, and well.. I’m someone that shows me “love and appreciation” through a lil bit’a bullyin’, ya feel?” Bobby cleared his throat as he let of a soft shrug of his shoulders. “I guess someone needsa’ train me before I hurt someone, hah.”
“you do realized that it’s not your job but MINE to be a brat, right?” a defeated sigh was released out, rolling his eyes a little for a good measure. nevermind the fact that the elder is older, victor decided to keep his mouth shut even though he would’ve protested even more at the abuse that has just happened before. “do you know what you truly need? someone to disciplined the shit out of you? or perhaps, self control?”
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93ilk:
“Bro-date, just you me and some nachos.”
"but why aren’t we on a proper date?” the male pulled a sad expression, elbow nudging the female’s side with his fingers lifting the nachos off the plate.
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fill in these things about you
name: song jinhwan.
birthday: 1st september , 1995.
Height: 177cm.
eye color: brown.
hair color: dark brown.
a random fact about you: no one really calls me jinhwan.
favorite band: nell, thornapple, toxic.
favorite song: if - vanilla unity.
favorite food: junk food.
favorite season: winter.
favorite animal: cats.
favorite movie: i don't really watch movies.
are you currently in a relationship?: no.
anything you need to work on?: i'm good.
do you prefer someone shorter or taller?: shorter.
dark hair or light hair?: both.
smart or attractive?: both.
is creativity attractive?: probably.
do you care how much money they have?: probably not.
your last phone call: that pizza place down the road.
your last text: aster.
the last thing you drank: water.
the last song you listened to: mayson the soul - rosa.
the last movie you watched: -
do you play any instruments?: guitar.
a random childhood memory: firing a maid out of anger.
place you would like to visit: tokyo.
your favorite color to wear: red.
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svjevng:
❝ Fuckboy, ❞ she said with a small shake of her head, unsure of why the word struck such a chord to her. She lifted one pale finger to caress the pane and feel the cold of the rain through the thick window glass of the Cafe she was sitting at with her friend. ❝ But seriously– ❞ Her expression changed into a bright, amused smile as she listened to his words. She kept silent for a moment and turned her body around, her hazel eyes roaming over her face before she spoke again. ❝ You don’t believe in love? Is everything only about sex for you?. ❞ She raised a brow, a small grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
the boy immediately snorted at the comment that directed almost too truthfully towards him, fingertips swirling on the ice that hasn’t been fully melted against his glass filled with lemon ice tea. some what of a way to express his boredom within the confinement of the store. he must’ve been crazy, drinking ice tea in the middle of a rainfall that clearly does not know when to stop. with a sip of the sweet tea that roams around his tastebud, he finally agape his mouth opened, just to answer the female’s curiosity. “i just haven’t found the one who made me believe in love.” he hums, eyes averting away from the figure. “i don’t understand why so many people make such a big deal out of that word.”
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queenistically:
coffee or (ice)tea
books or movies
fruits or vegetables
headphones or earbuds
laptops or pc
facebook or tumblr
netflix or tv
hardcover or paperback
tv or movies
hp or thg
light or dark
salt or pepper
starbucks or dunkin donuts
reading or writing
writing or drawing
hot or cold
talking or listening
instruments or voice
cake or cupcakes
black or white
sunset or sunrise
bold what you prefer.
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