she passes by the coffee shop on her way home and there's an orange striped tabby lounging on one of the wrought iron chairs, soaking up the afternoon sun.
'well, aren't you a handsome fellow,' she smiles, setting down her grocery bags to scratch him behind the ears. he butts his head against her fingers, motorcar rumble vibrating against her wrist ( Read more... )

( dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es. )

some days are filled with silences.

a cold war arm race happens on either side of her in crossword form. suspicious glances sneak across hunched shoulders and threads into the cracks of lockers above her head.

she's curled into a universe spinning alone, swirling sick feelings and heavy sadness through her bloodstreams in planetary orbitals. reach ( Read more... )

there's an old maple wood dresser in the corner of the living room, tucked against the elderly grandfather clock and the large bay windows. a little cat statue lives there, his home sweet home in an isolated bubble of dust motes and faint varnish ( Read more... )

'hi, i think i love you,' he says, fiddling with his fingers. there's a loose thread coming off of his red sweater and he's wrapping it around and around his pinky like a lifeline.
she stares down at his sneakers - battered old nikes, with scrapes at the toes and the gold pigment flaking off of the sweeping check mark. her ears feel warm; she knows ( Read more... )

Leave the sun behind me
and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by,
And I'm in perpetual motion,
and the world below doesn't matter much to me.

This time tomorrow where will we be;
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea.

( let's go somewhere far away. )

present for shyle ♥
happy new years bb, and thx for putting up w/ me for the past year :)
here's to the new one \o/

( at quarter to midnight, jaejoong shows up on yoochun's doorstep. )

random: i have a sudden craving for passion fruit juice and it just took me five mins of googling to rmb that particular name.

+ curry two nights in a row is just calling for permanent aversion to the smell in the future.

still got english hw to do.

i really hate war novels.

and dishes.

with curry on them.

-shudders-

( random kihae drabble )

( cut for the long, whoops )

-points at title-

\o/

( ok, moving on. )