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                                ｋｉｍ   ｙｏｏｂｉｎ   x   ａｒｔ   ｃｕｒａｔｏｒ

              I’m just a normal person, I really am. There’s nothing special about me. I don’t have a sob-story to back up my bitchy attitude and complex nature. That’s just who I am. I’ve had normal ‘life things’ happen. I’ve experienced growing up, losing someone, school, relationships, and shit tons of other things—  I need friends, I really do. I only have a handful of people to talk to. Life as a curator just ain’t holding up and I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve got it bad for a special someone these days. It’s boring, this same ole’ routine of burying myself with work and staying up late with a hot cup o’ tea by my side. I’m just a girl who’s got a deep love for art and I’m telling you…I’m not getting any younger. 

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             Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,              Now steals along upon the Moon’s meek shine              In even monochrome and curving line              Of imperturbable serenity              But ought you be warned from what is hidden behind              Where there’s light shall always be darkness lingering beside.

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Send me a "Whoops!" and my character will accidentally...

1. knock your muse unconscious 2. walk in on your muse in a compromising position 3. call your muse by the wrong name 4. eat or drink the last of something your muse wanted 5. injure your muse 6. spill something 7. pass out 8. walk in on your muse in the shower 9. accidentally lock themselves out of somewhere with your muse 10. catch your muse naked 11. trip your muse 12. take something that belongs to your muse 13. wake up in bed with your muse 14. cause a power outage 15. damage something that belongs to your muse 16. accidentally lock themselves in somewhere with your muse 17. say something bad about someone not realizing your muse is listening 18. fall on your muse 19. accidentally take a drink of your muses drink 20. lose something important

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Because I am not the type of person someone falls in love with.

(via bl-ossomed)

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@anmvne:

⊰ ✿ ⊱ ― Crushed, hurt, frustrated, yet most of all, in the verge of tears. She was far from upset, way past being sad. Why Daisy kept coming back to Soohyun, she didn’t know. She knew just how much he valued their friendship though that was it, regardless of the many nights he spent at her apartment and regardless of just how much he’s opened himself up to her: she knew he’d never think of her past as whatever the two of them had but how much more did she have to do and wait in order for him to finally think of her as someone who could replace her and her? It had been months– months! But she understood– she understood that it hadn’t been easy for him to move on from one woman to another, especially not when both of them had left him devastated and weak. Afterall, she was nothing but his best friend.

⊰ ✉ Text Message ➡ Dr. Kim♡ ⊱ ❝ The least you could do is act like it. You don’t know how hard it is being nothing but someone who you can go to when you need company for the night ❞

Hazy eyes search through the soft confines of his bed, slender digits coursing the lines of his duvet sheets. Maybe it’s instinctive for him to reach out for his phone in the middle of the night, some sort of body clock that seems to be engrammed. It’s a perk of being an on call doctor, he figures, a habit that he cannot ever get rid of. Mind aloof and floating between what’s real and what isn’t, a little bit surprised to find no text from his secretary and. Was he expecting for a patient? Maybe. But it seems he has other matters to fix, a patient of some sort. Alcohol, he'a learned, is a dangerous woman to have an affair with and especially not after a rough night inside the operating room. The doctor doesn’t remember texting the wedding planner though he’s holding solid proof that he’s been texting her all night on the palms of his hand.

By now he’s much sober, capable of thinking properly regardless of how fatigued he feels. Muscles ache as he pulls himself seated against he bed board, a small groan inwardly spilling out his dry, chapped lips. Soohyun knows though—-he knows better to expect that the damage has been done quite long ago. These rather crushing text messages just added to the overwhelming bruise he’s tattered the woman with.

[ SMS : Miyoungie ] For whatever reason I sent those text messages to you, I apologize. I drank quite alot and I don’t know why I said those to you.

#anmvne #( . response ) #( it was perfect shh )

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SONG PLOTS !!

SONG INSPIRED PLOTS FROM ARIANA'S NEW ALBUM 'MY EVERYTHING' !!

o n e  l a s t  t i m e —- muse a and muse b were in a relationship that didn’t work out (muse a’s fault). muse b broke it off and eventually found a new partner, leaving muse a alone and miserable. muse a is doing everything to try and get muse b back but it seems like the other person gives them everything s/he couldn’t. weeks later they bump into each other, they talk and feelings are brought back. they sleep together and muse a hopes muse b will stay with them. but will they? ❝ one last time i need to be the one that takes you home ❞

w h y  t r y —- muse a and muse b are in a toxic relationship. they drive each other insane, small arguments happen everyday and big fights keep happening more often. despite the yelling and the fighting they love each other, even when yelling at each other. even though they wonder why they keep trying to work things out, they’re willing to keep trying, believing their love can overcome their issues. ❝ now we’re screaming just to see who’s louder ❞

b r e a k  f r e e —- muse a has been miserable in their relationship for quite a while, only pretending and faking their happiness with muse b. muse b lies but at the start muse a was too blinded by love to see it. now s/he has finally realized s/he can’t live like this anymore. muse a finally came alive and is determined to leave muse b, waking up to everything that has been happening in their relationship. ❝ i don’t want ya, i’m stronger than i’ve been before ❞

b e s t  m i s t a k e —- muse a and muse b break up and make up all the time. there is just something that doesn’t quite work out every time they try. muse b wants to try and make things work, even if they aren’t making each other fully happy anymore. both muses know they can’t be friends out of their relationship, and despite all their disagreements, they hold on to each other, and keep trying to make it work. ❝ you’re the best mistake i’ve ever made, but we hold on ❞

b e  m y  b a b y —- muse a and muse b are in a friends with benefits relationship. besides sex they also have a lot of fun together. muse a wants to take the relationship further but first she tests muse b, paying attention to little things muse b, making sure he doesn’t look at anyone else besides her/him. muse b only has eyes for muse a, the only problem is their fear of commitment. muse a insists that they make their relationship official, and muse b knows s/he wants to, but they have never been good in relationships, and so s/he doesn’t wanna mess up what they have. ❝ if you know how to be my lover, maybe you could be my baby ❞

b r e a k  y o u r  h e a r t  r i g h t  b a c k —- muse a and muse b were dating, that is, until muse a found out muse b was gay! muse a felt betrayed and angry, feeling like a fool for telling everyone muse b loved her. now her goal is to make muse b suffer, break his heart the way s/he broke theirs —- s/he wants to get back at muse b even though. muse b’s intention wasn’t to hurt muse a, s/he was just scared to come out but muse a can’t understand that, only feeling mad and like an idiot. ❝ i know you’re mad ‘cause i found out, want you to feel what i feel right now ❞

this is part 1, all the plots can be m/f, f/f or m/m! even break your heart right back can be same gender if you just change gay to straight!

hope you enjoy thissss, like if you did please!

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+ ( @qridere. )

━ ( ϟ ) GIVING FULL  attention to her oh-so-precious phone , aerri didn’t mind about what happened around her , not even about the male’s voice that warned her. nothing happened after that , but still , she was too busy looking at the screen instead of lifting her gaze up and looking around —- that until the ball hit her head and startled her , a mumbled mouthed curse leaving her lips. finally looking over at the male , she nodded once and bowed. ❝ i was late..but yes — thank you. ❞

The man has always been amused whenever the familiar scenario came up-- - how much others valued their gadgets more than their safety and just how much they gave time and effort to hold it close against their vicinity. Perhaps he’s a bit old fashioned, maybe outdated in more ways than he allows himself to admit to but a sigh of apology relishes out his lips when he hears the soft sound of the ball hitting the female’s nape. “Are you alright?” He asked, catching his breath as he signaled a thumbs up to the team he’s playing basketball with, letting them know the female seemed good to go. “That looked like it hurt.” 

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+ ( @subunbun. )

❝ A bit.  ❞ With a sigh, she holds her hand close to her chest. In a flurry of a mess, she had managed to let her coffee topple over her arm, the scathing hot liquid causing a dull ache to form.  ❝ Since it’s not that serious, I think I’ll be fine.  ❞

Concern takes over his features as his attention lingers against her fair skin, redness blotching against the spot where her hot coffee had scalded her not too long ago. A low hum plays on the curve of his lips as he requests ice from the barista, just enough for her skin’s erythema to cool down. “I don’t think so either but that should hurt-- - you should probably put ice on it.” 

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"Don't look at me like that."

all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . haexn ) – - status: not accepting!!

How he didn’t mean to be rude– - suddenly drowning in the animosity of fatigue, Soohyun finally averts his gaze elsewhere, long slender digits running through raven black strands of hair. Long limbs takes two steps back before the smoke fumes out of his lips once more, the dimlit stick dropping from his hands as he steps and turns it into ashes. Unusually inattentive, his eyes travel up to meet the eyes of the stranger before him, unsure of how to apologize. A small stretch of silence rolls in through the atmosphere before his feet shuffles and makes a noise, along the car keys inside the pocket of his coat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

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"I AM NOT WEARING THAT.”

all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . zavoki) – - status: not accepting!!

A wrinkle of entertainment folds against the features of the doctor as he glanced towards the other, his younger female companion complaining of the costume he was suggesting. Though unlike her, Soohyun thought it was rather amusing– - after all, no one usually dressed up in lousy, old fashioned cartoon character costumes anymore for Halloween and he’s sure there are others who thinks the same way as he does. Then again, it could be just his conservative side that demands to see less skin every year, especially from the other whom he looked at like a younger sister. “It isn’t that bad.” He says in a matter of fact tone, holding the Minnie Mouse dress high for the two of them to look at. “I think it looks cute.” 

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When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

Haruki Murakami,  Kafka on the Shore (via seovlitaire)

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"I owe you."

all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . yeuphorias ) – - status: not accepting!!

“More like you owe me.” A soft snicker escaped past the lips of the man as he looked over the younger one, a look of entertainment glazed in his eyes as his furrowed browed creased back into a straight line. While the female did find the book he had been looking for the past couple of days, he feels he’s doing her the bigger favor of helping out with a relationship related article that Soohyun probably wouldn’t do much justice with. He still doesn’t understand why of all the people she could ask help from, she’s asking him. He isn’t no expert when it comes to love but a small thought plays around his age playing a factor. Yeah, maybe that’s it. Soohyun looks over her features one more time before proceeding to push his head back against the soft cushion of a pillow his chair had, gaze captive against the blithering lights of his room. After a soft sigh he inquires, “So tell me more about this article and what exactly I can do to help.” 

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"What do you need?"

all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . gjvnhee​ ) – - status: accepting!!

What did he need? Perhaps the man couldmake a list, sort of organize his thoughts in a bit (though realisticallyspeaking, a bit isn’t suffiencent enough to even organize the last pieces ofsanity he had left, or so he feels). He needed a lot of things. He needed timeto rest– - oh, how his work had gotten the best of hi lately, especially witheverything going on in his life. Sometimes he feels like he isn’t given enoughtime to catch up, other times he feels like time is flying by too slow, in asense that he haphazardly finds himself clueless to the world. He needs someoneto listen to thought of the unknown, darkness that clothes him as he basks inlittle to no sun. He needs to feel that someone is still there for him becausethe heavens know just how lost his wandering soul is, doors that have closedshut on him with opportunities of greatness passing by without discretion.

But most importantly, he needed asanctuary of some sort, someone whom he knows would be there for him at a timelike this. Is he wrong to think that the woman could give it to him? He doesn’tknow– - at least, not yet. But in time, he’s bound to find out. In time, he’llhave an answer to all the questions he have.

“Just stay and talk to me.” He finally answersafter a long stretch of silence engulfs the two of them, nothing but the soundof the small coffee shop’s elevator music surrounding them. “Tell me how yourday was and everything else in between.”

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"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

all the starter sentences i could find, alphabetized. ( … . insensvte​ ) – - status: accepting!!

Purple skies hover over him as he seesdoubles of his own two feet– - no, is that triple? Long, slender digits brushup against his nape as he scratches the small part of his skin, inhaling thestrong scent of the club’s alcohol. Is he drunk? Perhaps. It had been a longtime since Soohyun had drank a vast amount of alcohol and oh, how his chest issearing through the sky rockets blue. Flashback begins through the last timewhen he ever let himself go o easily yet all he recalls is paperwork and a heapmore of other things he has yet to do. Junk all piled up into a procrastinator’s corner insidethe mess of a office he owns yet he figures everything will be resolved all ina matter of time. For now, he’s going to enjoy the last bits offreedom he has left before the weekend comes crawling into a quick haste.

Intoxicated, he looks up at the otherwho’s face is highly familiar to him. Where had he seen her? The coffee shopacross the university where he orders his regular pitch black coffee? Maybe thelocal library? Long dark hair frames a small peculiar face, eyes sharpened atthe edges yet exquisite beauty does she hold. I know her, he’s certain. But who, and from where?  

“Going home.” A slurred response slipspast lips that are too tired to speak, hands extended over the doorknob thatleads backstage. He swears there’s something in that last shot glass he had;afterall, it has somehow made him think that the door going backstage is hiscar’s knob.

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