work and laziness have been killing my mojo. if its not me being lazy, I'm at work and vice versa. Going to start doing replies so when I die in December at least it won't be in vain............................. but right now im at work lol goodbye. hi to 3 hours of sleep. swag

Good evening, Allen.

My baby, you’re improving. I’ve taught you well, haven’t I? You’re getting stronger while the witches are gettin’ weaker. You’ve been handling the shop greatly…customers keep comin’ back. I’m proud of you. Now, tell me what you’ve gained.

-The Voodoo Queen

It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.

 Hugh Laurie (via silkandmarble)

[` as she speaks he pulls out a small package, digits pressing against the opening flap to pull apart the package, pausing briefly to raise his head to look at her ] You should. I risked my neck out here to help ya out there. I deserve an award, like I said -- Hey! Why not? I think I'm allowed to exercise my inquisitivity. [` a snort ] I've been quite truthful with you, I'd have you know. You just choose to believe all the wrong bits of information. Now who's fault is that truly? [` continues pulling apart the package before he pauses once more to answer her amidst the crinkling package of the chips ]  You're just asking for trouble by talking about these thugs now. [` leans back, taking out a chip and popping it into his mouth; eating it rather contentedly in response to her cheeky reply ] Mmhmm.

Really? I’m shocked! I would be clutching my pearls if I’d been wearing them right now. Ah, you’re so.. thoughtful, I’ll definitely remember you saying that. (;playfully rolls her eyes then begins to make a face at all the questions he asked) Stop asking me questions! I should be asking you questions, if anything. I don’t need to show you any truth when you haven’t done the same for me. I’d probably run back to where I live, keep  the police station on speed dial, sleep with my oh-so-threatening pepper spray. (;she stared at him, confused as she raised a brow) Then.. terrorists? I’m not sure what other kind of thugs there are. (;grins cheekily with her lips sealed) Maybe that’s what I want you to think. These could all be part of a bigger plan.

❝ ºsomething in the night air. → allen ✧ --

There was something in the air that was awfully chilling. A makeshift ballroom filled with nothing but the sounds of flusterated birds who chose to ruffle their tail feathers at such a witching hour.

Goosebumps upon the pale flesh, no better than blossoms of irregularity along the length of his own flesh. Pinpoints that revealed what could be said as the obnoxious assumptions of what could be said for that gathering could be. A party? A ball in particular for such an extravagant evening? The very title itself sounded all the more amusing to the vodouisant as he parked the motorcycle to one side, silencing the clamorous motor before pulling out the keys and tucking them carefully into the wallowing pockets of his black slacks.

Strangely it was curiosity that had brought the poor little stray to the tiles that aligned The Kitchen. It was also this little cat who’s brilliant irises shone brightly with mischievous intentions.

Slipping his hands out of the sleeves of his own coat, letting arms hang loosely at his sides. A black unbuttoned blazer, revealing the navy formal vest that clung to his own torso in such a manner as his formalities appeared much more awkward than his intentions.  

But dressed to impress, even if he was there for a brief moment before the lingering amusements of the night became his boredom and would lose himself into the town once again.

Dark strands brushed over his brows, revealing a single eye amidst his facade; the other as hidden as his intentions though it saw through everything beyond the very curtain. 

The occasional glance did not stir this cat and amidst his bravado; he walked in and through the bustling door. 

Shame is a soul eating emotion.

C.G. Jung (via a-thousand-words)

"We should take a walk someday Dream about what we could’ve been.”

"Is this yours?" Lina asked, whilst gently tapping on the man shoulder as he stood in front of her. Clearing her throat, she held out a leatherbound notebook that had been lying behind him before she picked it up.

Ah, yes.

In amidst the scrummaging for his own misplaced goods, he turned to the woman who picked up his notebook and now offered it into his general direction. Though with his skepticism lingering upon the very edges of his own features, he outstretched his hand, grasping the leather carefully between bruised digits as he brought the book into his own grasp.

"It's a good thing you found it, I'd be afraid to have lost it. There are, far too many valuable things inscribed in this book." He replied in a casual manner. A minty breath exhaling out carefully, shoulders only relaxing to a degree -- though carefully calculated as the book was now placed into his satchel and zipping it in the most agonizingly slow pace before those cat-like eyes now came upon her visage, lingering momentarily. 

"Have I-- seen you before?" Those same eyes now narrowed down the length of his nose, brows furrowing together as he attempted to recount her appearance from the depths of his own memories.

"One can always forgive lying - lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to the truth."

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Razumikhin), Crime and Punishment (via greatliteraryquotations)

Soundlessly, a soft scoff slipped from pale tiers; a slight twist upon one of the corners as a defiant smirk blossomed upon his visage. Dark hues visible and now lingering upon hers as he turned to peer into her own, his smirk vanishing as he appeared as stoic. Allen's arms crossed loosely over his chest; head cocked to one side expectant to some sense though silence was all that was heard from those lips. "Decided to do a deed, but strangely enough I decided to not go in that direction -- today anyway." He replied now following her gaze to the black cat that now inclined it's own head in their direction. "Talent huh?" Amusement accentuating upon the last syllable, though lips refused to reveal anymore. "You're going to tell the cat to get outta there then?" A brow raised higher upon his brow, skeptical though calculating amidst his facade. Calculating the moves of his own prey for his own safety.

"Oh." She stared at him blankly while he walked away, looking back up at her window sill. "Thanks.. and sorry." It was meant to sound more genuine than it came out, it was genuine but she had a long day so it was a task by just simply doing that, even if she felt apologetic. There was one quick pause before she asked him her next question. “What are you doing around here anyway?” She used her free hand to cover her eyes from the sun to get a better look at the feline and whispered to herself while scrunching her nose. “I guess I could put my ‘talents’ to use soon.”

10 / ∞ songs that make me happy

♞ —

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Submitted by eightspectra.

Tut, tut, tut. 

How fiendishly fickle he was.

Licking the lower tier as his lengthy digits danced upon the single chair that was now vacant next to him. Guests had disappeared into the very premises; some with glasses and others more social than he. Lips pressed together firmly, in the moment of his thoughts as a leg crossed over the other, his posture slacking as he leaned back in his appearance.

Allen's coat hung loosely upon his shoulders, hiding to some extent the visible attire that he wore, and perhaps the only suggestion that he was there in such an attire for the event in question were his shoes; black boots that were hidden by the very hems of his own black slacks. Moments later he leaned forward, spine cracking and twisting  in mirth as his joints were released in his momentary situated posture. Dark hues flickered from his position to the sidewalk, amidst the shadows of the very fixture, he was hidden to an extent.

Though if one looked his way; his formalities would have undeniably given his very existence away. And so he turned his head, glancing momentarily to a building upon his left.

A single yawn fell from those pale tiers -- boredom, no. Perhaps in the event of being kept awake upon those never ending nights would be the true reason to why he grew weary, but his own stubborn will kept him trudging forward. Hence why he was still, rather awake at such a place. But then again, there was no reason to be here.

Another yawn fell from those tiers, and now a hand found his face as they stopped the audible sound -- muting the air briefly before those dark hues captured a visible figure lingering before him.

Irises now dilated, as a cheshire like grin pressed upon the lower length of his visage. "Well, well. Looks like we meet again. I must say, fate truly intends to keep us together. My this truly is a surprise." An amused chuckle that rang clearly in his own ears, regardless of the scenario in question and the distance from which she stood. And so, as his mind suggested, he rose to his feet; muscles adjoining the sounds of his own limbs before he came to her.

Pulling hands from his pockets as he brushed those strands to one side of his face in the manner of a celebrity in an agonizingly painful and extended photoshoot, he stood before her, arms now lazily crossed over his torso as he waited almost expectantly.

"Careful, I'm a bit on the side of garbage etiquette. 

―decisions, decisions ▶

It was no surprise that even though Minah was only across the street from where the ball was taking place, she was still contemplating on whether she should go in or not. Wearing a simple light blue dress, she had been eyeing The Kitchen for ten minutes now, with a half eaten granola bar in one hand and her worn out university notebook in the other. Apparently, it was smart for her to bring it there in case she got bored, but it felt like she was already backing out without realizing it. Unconsciously, she began swinging her feet, hearing the dead leaves crunch every time they hit the ground.

Maybe I should just leave, I could be doing a million other much more productive things now. That same thought had made itself through her mind several times for the little time she spent sitting there. She never even went to her own prom, not wanting to bother her parents about trivial things like buying her a dress and all that mumbo jumbo with all their financial problems at the time, how was she expected to handle a ball? She began feeling pretty indifferent right now, as her expression went from one filled with nerves to one of disinterest.

The cold air began to take a toll on her, so she pulled her sweater out of her bag and began to wrap it around herself to keep herself warm as she let out long sigh with pursed lips. “I guess I could stick around here before I decide to leave or surprise myself.”

❝ ºsomething in the night air. → allen ✧ --

There was something in the air that was awfully chilling. A makeshift ballroom filled with nothing but the sounds of flusterated birds who chose to ruffle their tail feathers at such a witching hour.

Goosebumps upon the pale flesh, no better than blossoms of irregularity along the length of his own flesh. Pinpoints that revealed what could be said as the obnoxious assumptions of what could be said for that gathering could be. A party? A ball in particular for such an extravagant evening? The very title itself sounded all the more amusing to the vodouisant as he parked the motorcycle to one side, silencing the clamorous motor before pulling out the keys and tucking them carefully into the wallowing pockets of his black slacks.

Strangely it was curiosity that had brought the poor little stray to the tiles that aligned The Kitchen. It was also this little cat who's brilliant irises shone brightly with mischievous intentions.

Slipping his hands out of the sleeves of his own coat, letting arms hang loosely at his sides. A black unbuttoned blazer, revealing the navy formal vest that clung to his own torso in such a manner as his formalities appeared much more awkward than his intentions.  

But dressed to impress, even if he was there for a brief moment before the lingering amusements of the night became his boredom and would lose himself into the town once again.

Dark strands brushed over his brows, revealing a single eye amidst his facade; the other as hidden as his intentions though it saw through everything beyond the very curtain. 

The occasional glance did not stir this cat and amidst his bravado; he walked in and through the bustling door.