#chvisxm

 Dear future me,

I hope you’re not still a coward. I hope your happiness is permanent and not just temporary, and I hope you’ve learned to stop relying your feelings on one person, because it just doesn’t feel good. Are you eating well? Sleeping? I wonder what more tattoo’s you’ve gotten. Don’t get anything dumb or I’ll kill you. I hope you’re a more famous tattoo artist, and you have more clients so you don’t spend hours just sitting and staring at the grey sky on quiet days. I hope you’re in love with someone, but someone good who will be good to you. Take care of yourself, nerd. 

Send me “Librarian!” + a number and I’ll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

. She had rolled up the sleeves ofher pale checked shirt as far as the elbows, and her slim white fingers toyed with the handle of hercoffee spoon. He stared at the moving fingertips, and the workings of his mind went strangely flat. Sheseemed to have lifted the edge of the world, and now she was loosening its threads little by little—perfunctorily, apathetically, as if she had to do it no matter how long it might take.He watched and said nothing. He said nothing because he did not know what to say.

♠ - What are they afraid of?

A small laughter emerged from the police’s lips. It’s dead time of the night yet here he is stuck in his car, tailing a suspected drug lord for another surveillance. Talking to her somehow eased the boredom and lack of enthusiasm on his face. Jaerim curled his lips downward as he read the message, nonchalantly tapping the screen.