Capturing Beauty

Tagged by: @riotingvines - Thank you!  Tagging: @shadowraiths  (Glad to see you around ^^)  @i-53  and @166crn   and else who’d like to do this. I’m late. 

 Favourite smell – Perfectly grilled steak

 First job – Hair model for a family friend’s salon

Zodiac sign - Cancer

Favourite pizza - Meat lovers 

Favourite dog – I don’t have one. 

Favourite foot attire – The well-loved kind or barefoot

 Favourite candy – Vero Mango

 Favourite ice cream – Chocolate 

Pet peeves – Assumptions, Ignorance, and when people eat their forks

What are you listening to right now – A mix of Spotify favorites, Sora taking notes, and Clara demanding more food in her dish.

Colour of your vehicle – Black 

Colour of eyes – Brown

Favourite holiday – Christmas

Night owl or day person – Depends on the day's activities.

Favourite day of week –Any day that involves dark lunch and ice cream. 

Tattoos - None 

Like to cook – I love to.

Beer or wine or neither - Wine to relax. Beer to make merry.

Favourite colour – Too many to pick just one.

Do you like vegetables – I love them.

Do you wear glasses - I do.

LINE ▷ stilts 　💬　that’s london comin out of uou right now lmao there was always some national cause last century that made it so easy to wrap an idea of home in the collectivist mind, but those rules are useless now. the challenge always remains to destroy the ideology afore it comes nostalgic n then is thought as culture. i think that’s where we are, the inbetween 

　💬　it’s the rainy season there but the temp won’t be too bad! i studied in florence, the memories are really fresh but the body is adapted to bein away. it didn’t hit me at first how much i missed bout the city! 　💬　we’re making a stop in the states first no idea what i’m getting myself into

　💬　with all the stories you see on tv! i don’t blame her!! it takes awhile to get used to that sorta thing. i bet she’d like palawan? i dunno how long you’d be bale to stay sane tho… when i go for songkran, i’ll be sure to send back mangoes n lychee for you

LINE ▷ stilts 　💬　now imagine how fun adin interracial parents into alla that must be! 　💬　japan is such a hard place to be now i think cause it’s like…… on the cusp of some kinda social revolution but it hasn’t made it there yet. not fully. but u can feel change startin to try to happen. m we gotta choose how long do i wanna give it waiting to see, yknow?

　💬　i’m taking the hubby to tuscany the followin week 　💬　at first it was so easy to breeze thru planning everything 　💬　but today ’m /missin/ the taste of a certain cafe’s coffee

( LINE ▷ stilts ) the hardest part is sayin u miss home n when you say it, it means some corner of twelve different cities that u can never have all at once so u never rlly should say it out loud or people givin you THE FACE when you teell em Nowhere is home

[ あ ]　Slowly, the facade of a Proper Woman was fading. The smallest chips cracking, growing into crevices which would shake the walls, sputtering plaster on the floor. After what was likely to be twenty years, Yuna might finally emerge from her hibernation. “One is not enough!! That is an incident, not evidence,” shaking her head, she made her opinions, although she relayed them quite truthfully, known. As though her tone would convince Yuna this was not something she could argue against. “And especially one as weak as that, you’re hardly trying to be threatening.” It wasn’t that she wanted to change her girlfriend. To make her shed all good manners with reckless abandon, to care no longer for public opinion. What Sora yearned for was only the mask come untied, unnecessary at times. For the carefree, teenaged spirit she knew Yuna still harbored to be let out in the open doors. Too often she shared herself only when the latch had been securely bolted.

This time Sora was not subtle in her attack. “I could too!! Easy!! My wrists work perfectly well and I have a whole drawer full of friends who can help. You wouldn’t even be allowed to watch, only to hear it. If you’re so lucky. Now, you tell me who’ll suffer more,” Inhaling deeply, she unleashed her greatest weapon. Pressing firmly the curvature of her chest against her woman, pushing until she had walked her across the pool, felt her bounce between herself and the lip.