#nullisecundusinoriente

I went travelling, found my home.

Iiliit really never felt like Nuussuaq was home. With less than 300 people living there, there weren’t many opportunities. It was either become a fisherman like her step-dad or drink herself into a coma like her mother. Neither of which appealed to her.

Many young people in that town generally stayed there or went off and came back because they were homesick. In fact, when she announced that she’d be leaving, everyone said the same thing– You’ll be back.

Not one part of her wanted to believe this was true but it did almost seem so. Denmark, her birth father’s home. A place where many Greenlanders went to make something of themselves, just didn’t fit her. The school she went to didn’t interest her, the people that attempted to befriend her weren’t the type she wanted to associate with. Was it really time for her to go home and admit she was wrong already?

All over Europe she would search for some place to fit in, for some place she felt accepted without trying. 

Spain, France, Germany, Italy. None of them really appealed to her, she just couldn’t see herself settling down in one of them. 

Somehow, finally, she had ended up in England. Cambridge, specifically. Studying natural sciences. 

Still, her eyes wandered as she took to reading at a table by herself. Would she honestly click with anyone here?

A wrapper hit her and landed gently on the book in her lap. Suddenly, a peculiar Asian boy was coming her way with the food he had unwrapped in his mouth. He pulls it out after taking a bite into it and points at the plastic, “Was aiming for the trash. Would you mind?” 

Looking down at it for a moment, she finally picks it up and holds it out to him, “Try again…Maybe you’ll get it this time. I’ll pretend I never even saw it land in the wrong place.” 

He makes a face at her and groans, taking it from her. The boy makes the shot and…

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“You really suck at this Leon…” The Greenlander laughed as he missed the shot to the trash can yet again. It was the same result as the first time they had met. 

Leon shoved her off the top of the bench they sat on but she quickly scrambled up; throwing her own food wrapper and having it land right in the trash where it belonged. Hopping up, she pumped her fist into the air, “Victory–”

An ice cream hit her and slowly slid down her shirt, her eyes narrowed at the Hong Konger and she tackled him with her own popsicle in hand. This meant war.

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Finally though, she knew she never wanted these silly days to end with her new and first best friend.

She found a home and it was wherever he was.

autie im going 2 kick your ass

nordenfjells said: u overcooked macaroni how could u (shh its ok don’t worry sometimes second attempt is even better than first!)

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Leon Kirkland, Administrative Region of the People’s Republic of China [花火]

                       - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

{ x } I should be sorry for this, but his contacts and images are so personalized and insane I do not even this child.

                        - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Don’t Listen to A Word I Say, Hey!

                       - my muse’s last text to your muse

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

[Text: Why] that’s literally that’s it. It’s just why. Why.

 what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

Here is is [x] I’m just kidding probably something like this [x] 

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Probably Qulliikka by Kuluk Eriksen right here -> [x] bc tbh i think she just likes it she at least wants a good song to listen to before his voice ): 

 my muse’s last text to your muse