i'll steal the stars.

i heard that more than ninety percent of the ocean remains undiscovered, so maybe that’s where i am. maybe that’s where i’ll find myself.

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I'll burn the bridge when I get to it [dead blog]

Call it love,
or call it murder,
kill me quietly.
Written by Hibe.「 Indie OC blog 」

glaswen:

     _{“Sweet, thanks.”
He’s only getting comfortable, leaning upon those large  u s e l e s s  books which were laid out before him. A touch of digits flicks one open to a random page, and he stutters into queries of what needs to know—And what he doesn’t care to learn. This only ends with him staring at the page in a daze of growing bored, lasting for those few precious seconds of silence before his eyes lift upwards on the visage of the girl.
        “Are you in my third period class? You look kinda familiar.”
Small talk; he hates studying.}

      _{“Second seat, first row. Quite possibly the most terrifying seat in the class.”}

      _{She didn’t want to talk to him at all, but since he mentioned third period, she could go all day long ranting about it; even if it meant skipping some favourite books. She leaves a pen in the page she left off, which she’s most likely going to forget about it and think she’s lost it… again. Her feet end up on the side of the uncomfortable wooden chair while one arm dangles over its back rest and the other lays on her lap while her fingers twiddle in anger.} 

      _{“The last thing I look forward to is have nag me about doing ’30+ pages’ on a book and defacing it with a highlighter.”}