• unefleurofferte
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago

    doebt :

    microdosing on true love by having tumblr mutuals

    #i love yall so much 🥺🖤
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  • unefleurofferte
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago

    When you call my name, I can see the light

    Guiding me home like the stars in the night

    #ahahahHAHAHAA i am obsessed and this isnt even funny 😭😭😭 #you know when rosalie cullen said 'i was in love with the idea of love'? #she spoke right into my soul and condemned me to a life of longing #also pls i just love how sweet it feels 😭 #this fucking drama killed me dkdkkdkkd #la musique#SoundCloud
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  • unefleurofferte
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago
    #shes so annoying i love her kskdkdd #also the way chayoung just met him and was able to see right through him skkskdkdd #he wasnt happy lol #cant believe they went from attacking each other to be willing to die (and murder) for one another 🤧 #vincenzo
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  • unefleurofferte
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago

    earthwoorms :

    babygirl i will subject you to my interests

    #me reblogging a ton of vincenzo gifs/content
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  • unefleurofferte
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago

    gothaxolotls :

    Maybe im meant to be goth bi boyfriend with dangly earings and black nail polish

    #queue of hearts
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  • unefleurofferte
    04.05.2021 - 4 days ago

    rules: the first nine pictures on your pinterest feed are your aesthetic.

    I was tagged by the angel that is @wanturbelly thank you so much, angel! I loved yours 🥺🖤💌

    I’m tagging: @uneorchide @trivialoveclub @classical-vanity @thecynical-idealist @harryssolotour @vanwssa @moonymphes @lareinedususpense @grapevinefire @ideale @nehmesis


    #i had to fish for pics bc i mostly save diy project videos 😔 #also ive had this in my drafts since forever lol #queue of hearts #tag games
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  • unefleurofferte
    03.05.2021 - 4 days ago

    infinityonhighvevo :

    yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

    #!!!!
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  • unefleurofferte
    03.05.2021 - 4 days ago

    senseitive :

    I hope that you become filled with so much happiness that it heals every part of you

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  • unefleurofferte
    03.05.2021 - 4 days ago
    #... #is the show good? 👀 #no thoughts head empty #ben barnes
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  • unefleurofferte
    03.05.2021 - 4 days ago

    By any other name

    genre: general?, au, everyone lives/canon? don’t know her/ fix it fic where hanseo does not die and actually gets to live his best life and enjoy hot girl summer

    summary: He is not a puppet, but he knows how to cut strings. 

    wordcount: 889 words

    unedited, we die like men (and cry like babies)

    Dying feels… not exactly as Hanseo had imagined. In dreams –of the worst kind, chilling to the bone and with the power to twists his insides – Hanseo imagined his death to be a slow deed. His brother would stand tall in front of him, no remorse in his eyes, as he condemned Hanseo to the same fate of their father. Of his mother. It was only a matter of ‘when’, never an if. As soon as little Hanseo came to the Jang household, he knew there was no turning back. His fate was decided, sealed by the anger in Hanseok’s fists.

    Cho Dasom’s biggest sin was falling in love with a man whose heart ought to be taken and daring to bare him a son that was not born out of duty. As a child, Hanseo liked to think of his mom as a princess that fell in love in a way that would put other love stories to shame. The Cinderella that went to the dance, falling for a prince despite her low upbringing. Grandma would not approve, hushing him: Silly boy, she would say, tears of embarrassment in her eyes. That was before he learnt that he had to keep his head low around Mr. Jang’s -Father- wife.

    From his earlier memories, Cho Dasom was a sweet creature of honest smiles and bright eyes. Her voice sounded like spring as she lulled him to sleep, his body pressed tight against her in the warmest of hugs. Cho Dasom was light. Bright, and warm, and soft as a summer in the country – until winter came. Until her fire was extinguished, like a candle. She died on a snowy night, having fallen into the frozen river. What she was doing outside of home in the middle of the night was never cleared. How she fell was explained like an epic movie scene. Hanseo feared his father knew the answer. Hanseo feared Father chose to ignore the culprit – Hanseo feared he already knew who it was.

    Brother’s -Hanseok- cold lasted for two weeks.

    Hanseo wanted to think his fate was sealed as soon as his mother drew her last breath, alone and terrified, needing someone to blame. Sometimes he changed the culprit, rage and shame entwined.  Maybe his fate was decided when his father named him, sealing him to his punisher. The thought of his destiny having been decided as soon as he saw the light of day was depressing to entertain, no matter how logical it sounded to the mind of a man who grew in the dark.

    Hanseo’s fate may have been decided before he could have a say in it, but Francesco’s was not. He was born in a secretive hospital room, surrounded by people who spoke in foreign tongues – whose melodic voices came to him like a fog. A Babel tower of sorts. Pain infected his every muscle and trying to keep his eyes open proved to be a herculean feat. But he was alive, alive for the very first time! Francesco chose his own name, having heard it in a movie he saw in a past life, once. The rest of his memories were buried deep within him. There was nothing worth remembering.  

    Francesco Cassano may wear the face of an Asian man, but he is Italian by family – sealed to a man he chose as his brother, and who in turn chose him. Hanseo, the useless bastard. Hanseo, the idiot puppet. Hanseo, the rabid dog that bit his master’s hand, that cut his own collar – only to die from a bullet to his shoulder.

    “You’re lost in your thoughts again,” Signore Rossi is as patient as a saint, but he still has his limits. And those include not listening when it’s turn to study il congiuntivo. Letting out a long, tired sigh, the older man stares at his student.

    Francesco has the sense to appear embarrassed, mumbling a timid “mi dispiace.”

    “Let us take a few minutes, okay?” the teacher proposes, dragging out a cigarette.

    Experience had taught Alonzo Rossi not to push Francesco too much – there were times when, if he moved too fast, he’d clench his teeth as if awaiting a hit. Teaching him was like walking on eggshells at first, but Rossi can’t say he hasn’t taken a liking to his rather stubborn student. He might not be the most brilliant of them all – but he for sure is a hard worker. The pay is good so long as he does not ask questions, even if at times there is nothing he wants more than to know about how the man that is learning Italian from him came to this side of the world.

    Watching the retreating form of his teacher, Francesco allows himself to relax. He will work harder tomorrow, he promises, for there is a tomorrow to look forward to. An opportunity presented like a gift that will never be taken for granted.

    Hanseo died a prisoner in his homeland, mourned by no one and parting without fanfare. Francesco is a free man in a country blessed by the sun, surrounded by a family of his own choosing and with his fate in no one else’s hands but his. His to make, his to bend, his to end. Francesco is no puppet, but he learnt to cut the strings.

    #vincenzo#han seo #jang han seo #the jang brothers #my writing
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  • unefleurofferte
    03.05.2021 - 5 days ago

    lesbiansnoopy :

    lesbiansnoopy :

    It smells and sounds like spring 

    Not to romanticize on main but there is really something healing about sitting in front of an open window listening to birds and wind chimes and enjoying a natural breeze. It’s like the world is telling you breath 

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  • unefleurofferte
    03.05.2021 - 5 days ago

    wishbzne :

    anne carson, ‘plainwater’

    [ID: “What are we made of but hunger and rage?” end ID]

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