i won’t be the best, but i’ll do my best.
i won’t be the best, but i’ll do my best.
So, if you’re coming into this blog, please read the post bellow, you can understand why i had to leave. rather than having my account being taken away suddenly, i decided to go. i'll keep this like this as an archieve to check things but i won't be able to log in ever again. i did contact tumblr and they said if i can't access my email, then there's nothing they can do to prove it's me. so better to make a new account. i will never log in here again probably, so whatever you sent me, keep that in mind. i won't see it. i can’t even change my theme, so that’s why it’s like i never left. either ways, find me at @celesteriel.
goodbye.
PLEASE READ THIS.
Hello, I have possibly been locked out of this account. I only have this tumblr account logged in my laptop. YAHOO does not allow me to change my email or password, because it says there’s been some weird activity so i’d have to confirm this account. Thing is, this acc is connected to an aol account that was also locked because of weird activity.
I can’t log in anywhere on this account. It’s a matter of time before I lose it. I’m trying not to panic, I have no idea of what to do.
❛ I do bad things, and I do them very well. ❜
various starters.status: accepting.reply goes to: @jessicastrung !
Jessica and Marie had known each other for having both jobs, somehow same ambitions and dreams. Even if they were nothing similar, at least the latter, they did share some thing in common. Or used to. Marie was no longer with the same job as her. Not because she didn’t enjoy it. With the four years of compromise, she had learn to appreciate her job and what she did. She especially missed it now, the days were lonelier without her fancy scouts, if you can call them that. And being with Jessica was making her miss it a bit more, especially because the girls were getting too busy talking about stuff they had done or not. Experiences were always a fun thing to share.
‘Oh?’ Her mouth grew into a small smirk, following after a laugh that she hid without thinking of it. She had done bad things too and if anything she loved bad. She hated with her guts that she was trying to be good lately, it didn’t fit her. Or maybe she had been bad for a really long time. ‘What are those things, Jessica? Don’t mind sharing them, I am indeed really curious to know about those little secrets of yours.’ Another sip of her drink went down her throat before her gaze moved to the girl in front of her. Her red fingernails were now playing at the top of the wooden table while her ears were hearing everything the other would say. Somehow a bit of jealousy, a tint of envy, were growing inside of her. She had been bad, but she was no longer. And she really wanted to do everything she used to do without worrying about it.
“you don’t want to slow down, do you?”
While stuffing her mouth with food, she had forgotten that the male was there. She hadn’t eaten all day, the bar had been full since it was around five pm. First because there was a dumb bachelor party, and after because well... it was friday night. Of course it would be full. She’d spent all night running from one side to the other to deliver drinks, smiles and some food. Not once did she get to hear ‘well go eat Marie’. Her boss was himself too busy to remember to eat too. No wonder she was starving. She was used to eat with three hours difference, especially because that was her diet.
The first thing she had done after leaving the bar was go to the first shop she could see. Get a huge cup of noodles, boiling and hot water, and start to eat. Weirdly enough her old friend was there too. What was he doing there? She didn’t know. Nor did she care about other’s business. The only thing she had done was smile and raise her hand in a small ‘hello’ way. Obviously clumsy and not the way she used to do it. She had a lot more class when it came to say hello, or smile. Noodles were her life though. Now, all she needed was to feel her stomach smile.
The male took a seat next to her and laughed at the way she was behaving. She would have too if it wasn’t her situation. Once she was done, she wiped her lips with a napkin. ‘I think I’ll get another.’ She said with a serious expression before hearing his words.
‘No, I can’t stop! Because my boss didn’t let me eat for two minutes even! Just because of that you should pay my next dose of noddles, Mr Henry. And while you’re on that, please update me on your life!’
various starters
- ❛ you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep. ❜
- ❛ hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice. ❜
- ❛ never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive. ❜
- ❛ death is the only god that comes when you call. ❜
- ❛ I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me. ❜
- ❛ the sun will rise and we will try again. ❜
- ❛ we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes. ❜
- ❛ I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating. ❜
- ❛ what doesn’t kill me better run. ❜
- ❛ she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword. ❜
- ❛ don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying. ❜
- ❛ she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening. ❜
- ❛ magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is. ❜
- ❛ I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down. ❜
- ❛ they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws. ❜
- ❛ all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red. ❜
- ❛ what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself. ❜
- ❛ how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch. ❜
- ❛ you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you. ❜
- ❛ I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire. ❜
- ❛ you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now. ❜
- ❛ you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜
- ❛ she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin. ❜
- ❛ it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave. ❜
- ❛ she looks like divine absolution. ❜
- ❛ I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget. ❜
- ❛ be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten. ❜
- ❛ you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself. ❜
- ❛ I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for. ❜
- ❛ never run back to what broke you. ❜
- ❛ I was quite, but not blind. ❜
- ❛ your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch. ❜
- ❛ we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. ❜
- ❛ do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on. ❜
- ❛ I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut. ❜
- ❛ you can miss something but not want it back. ❜
- ❛ you can’t save people, you can only love them. ❜
- ❛ I came, I saw, I made it awkward. ❜
- ❛ we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like. ❜
- ❛ you’re always one decision away from a different life. ❜
- ❛ my brain has too many tabs open. ❜
- ❛ I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people. ❜
- ❛ there’s no ‘we’ in fries. ❜
- ❛ apology accepted, trust denied. ❜
- ❛ death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. ❜
- ❛ life happens. coffee helps. ❜
- ❛ I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s. ❜
- ❛ I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony. ❜
- ❛ very early in my life it was already too late. ❜
- ❛ is that a threat or are you flirting with me. ❜
- ❛ was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives? ❜
- ❛ I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand. ❜
- ❛ I do bad things, and I do them very well. ❜
- ❛ you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted. ❜
- ❛ they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you. ❜
- ❛ drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart. ❜
- ❛ good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught. ❜
- ❛ a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart. ❜
- ❛ no airbag, we die like men. ❜
- ❛ true evil is, above all, seductive. ❜
- ❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜
- ❛ you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once. ❜
- ❛ justice is vengeance in prettier packaging. ❜
gorjess back at it again
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⋯ 오늘은 제가 당신의 간호사 입니다 @kaikarie
a package is delivered to the address of hwan maaria — quite a heavy one too, to be precise.
inside it was a magenta colored box decorated with a yellow ribbon containing chocolate fudge brownies, a small black paperbag which contained a box of lipstick that comes in a deep burgundy color and lastly, a bouquet of sunflowers mixed with baby’s breath wrapped in purple paper.
the package isn’t exactly complete without a note, so its sender also includes a yellow colored envelope that encased a heartfelt handwritten letter scribbled in ruled paper:
my dearest maaria, my person. i know this is late but as promised, here are some things i’ve been meaning to give you. they aren’t much and they surely won’t amount to my presence. i’m afraid i won’t be available until my schedules clear up. but hopefully, these would do for now. ‘times are tough but i am tougher.’ as cliché as this quote sounds, i believe it can offer you a bit of strength. thinking about this helps me get through the bad days - i’m crossing my fingers that it’d do the same for you. i am always a call away. i know i’ve been busy but it won’t hurt to stop reading my book for a few minutes just to talk to you. looking forward to being with you, your person.
InstagramPost. mariemy: never too early for champagne !
i love @chaerioux.
thanks.