Present

I figure since I have been a good girl and blogging about my story, I am allowed to post up a picture that I find just so adorable ♥. I love the entire photoshoot. Where there was a giant pink pony. It was kind of disturbing actually. But Sungmin's so cute.

He's like *blink blink* I am cute.

I like your tiara, too, Sungmin ♥



G-Dragon ♥!

This might be the most adorable and hilarious thing ever!
And definitely improved my mood by about... a million... a million what? I don't know! BUT I'M RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY NOW ♥



♥ Isn't that the cutest thing in the world?

Fair Maiden

I’m kind of confused by the search keywords that people use to find my blog. I’m not exactly sure how it works, because the keywords that are used are words or phrases that aren’t actually in my blog. Of course, there’s the obligatory “the ink from my fingertips” and “invisiblepinkink”, but there’s also ones like “and then moved onto green” and “was the fair maiden”, along with other random fragments of sentences. What? “Was the fair maiden”? I have never talked about that. That doesn’t even make sense, it’s not even a full sentence. I don’t think I’ve even had the word “maiden” in any of my posts. Maybe I’ll write a generic sketch about this “fair maiden” who pines for her prince charming. Or pines for the open “green” plains. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

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                “Fair” is what the world called her, “deathly pale” is what she regarded herself as. Really, she got little to no sunlight; the world was trying to preserve her most “delicate and fragile beauty.” They didn’t want their most “treasured and lovely princess” to be out in the oh-so-dangerous world. She wrinkled her nose. Yeah right, “fair and delicate”. It was more like they’re trying to keep her locked up. It’s not like she was made of paper. She was as healthy and strong as any other girl, and she wanted nothing more than to run outside and feel the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair, the soft earth beneath her bare feet! But no, that would be “unrefined.” So what if she trips and falls? It’s not like bruises don’t heal, it’s not like a grass stain can’t be washed out. She was nobility – really, she could just buy a new dress. She pouted, shaping her pink lips into a cute moue. She’d tried everything – asking, begging, pleading, using her authority, using her feminine wiles, running away, sneaking out – and nothing worked. She was always at the center of attention; even if she tried she couldn’t become unnoticed. She flopped onto a chair in a highly ungraceful and unsophisticated manner, causing her nurse to frown at the pretty girl from the rocking chair she was sitting at. Like the sulking child she was, the girl stuck out her tongue at the woman, and turned to the window. Huffing an indignant and annoyed breath, she continued to sulk at the landscape, wanting nothing more than to join the glorious beauty outside.

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                There we go. Fair maiden, all wrapped up in a post. I feel like this is a teenager full of rebellion and whatever. Silliness!

                Oh, and because I said I would, I will mention yet another blog: he is wonderful! I love his writing, it’s very well done. I’m surprised that the people who speak the least in real life are actually fabulous at expressing themselves in writing. The irony.

                Okay, and just to continue with my picture trend – here is a picture of GD with his puppy. It’s quite adorable… but the puppy is kind of wrinkled and looks strange… Oh well. It’s still adorable and they are both peacefully asleep.

Tan Never Looked So Good

This is just SO adorable ♥
Also, Hopeless Romantic, you know me too well :)

Tan and combat boots never looked so good. ♥

http://ibigbang.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/gdtop.jpg

Lollipops

I think I adore the two of them. Sorry, readers, you're just going to have to put up with my obsession. It portrays them well - GD's the childish one, and TOP is the serious one. Not that they're not both weird... But it's so hilarious. And absolutely adorable!

http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/TOP_and_Gdragon/photos/4303292900

http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/TOP_and_Gdragon/photos/4303292898

Okay, fine, I feel bad. I'll write a short character sketch/situation…. Wait! This is a muse. Inspired by the above pictures (and the one with GD perched on top of TOP). With lots of my own imagination.  

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                “I want the lollipop!” his little brother cried, eyeing the swirled candy. Dressed in a purple sweater to protect him from the cold, the younger of the two emanated a vibrancy that can only be described as anticipation and unbridled excitement for the sugary treat. “Can I have it? Can I have it please?” His brown eyes shined with absolute desire for nothing else in the world, and he bounced up and down in place.

                The older one, dressed in odd pink cardigan paired with a polka dotted button up shirt, sighed. Despite his stern and intimidating countenance, he had a soft spot for his little brother. Why else would he go out in an outfit that caused him to be looked at like he was insane? It’s not like he chose it. No, his little brother wanted to “match”. “Purple matches pink,” the child insisted with an innocent earnestness. And obviously, the aqua bow tie and giant watch matched too. He really couldn’t say no. Not when his little brother gave him that puppy eyed stare. “The candy’s going to rot your beautiful pearly whites,” he countered.

                “But, but…” The younger one stared up with sad eyes. “I promise that I’ll brush my teeth the second we get home! Really, I promise!” He gave his polka dotted brother a cheeky grin. He loved his big brother – he was protective and kind, and gave him everything he wanted! He couldn’t ask for more.

                A severe face glanced down at the little boy warily. He’s starting to realize his own power over me, isn’t he… He once again sighed, realizing his own predicament. “Okay, okay, but just this time. And you definitely have to brush when we get home.” He had lost this battle, just like every one that came before it and every one that will come later.

                “Yaaaay!” Licking a lollipop the size of his head, he took his big brother’s hand, and they strolled off. “I love you big brother,” he added, with a smile that contained the sparkle of youth.

                The older one gave his brother a rare smile, and ruffled his hair. “I know, but don’t think that’s going to get you out of brushing your teeth when we get home…”

Dynamics

I absolutely LOVE this picture:

GD's perched on top of TOP, and TOP is just like *this is a common occurence*. I love their group dynamic ♥

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Exaggeration in Tranquility

                 He sits, hunched over, with an aura of insecurity. His brown hair flops down like a mop, ending just a bit below his forehead. The vague curls that intermingle with straight locks don’t align themselves; they rebel as if forcing him to be just a little less put together than he already is. A look of serious boredom paints itself across his angular face. His jaw, square, defines itself in a sharp angle that draws the edge of his face in a strong and secure border, contrasting his demeanor. His lips are not pressed firmly or thinly, but loosely settled in a single line; they show neither happiness nor sadness – like an empty abyss, they remain void.  Pale skin is graced with high cheekbones and a protruding nose – it has a single bump marking half of his heritage, his eyes marking the other. Glassy and dull, deep pools of coffee stare lifelessly forward into empty space. His arms cross gently, allowing the baggy sweatshirt to droop down; his legs bent uncomfortably, too long for the small chair he’s resting in. His entire body screams with an insecurity, as he unconsciously tries to shrink his physical body down to patch of space his psyche perceives as safe to occupy. Conscious, his brain rambles wildly, yet it is never expressed by a single movement, a single twitch of a muscle, a single gleam of his dark eyes.

                Unexpectedly, he is jostled from his reverie. Quiet, yet far more rambunctious, a companion disturbs his peaceful monotony, and he smiles. Glass sparkles as an adorable countenance spreads across the void face. The eyes narrow and crinkle with a quiet and reserved laughter. His shoulders hunch as he ducks his head; even in mirth he subconsciously feels uncomfortable in his skin. He shakes with a pure and lighthearted emotion, his mouth how a toothy grin full of warmth and kindness. He pushes back in mock indignation. Complacency replaces his boredom, as he settles into a conversation of little words. His expression returns to default, emotionless, but now, his eyes glitter with hidden mirth and wisdom.

                Normality ensues.  

A/N: I have no idea what's wrong with me. I don't think this even describes him very well. It's like I started with a description of him, decided it was too boring, and went crazy with details. And bad sentence structure. Also, the title has basically nothing to do with anything. I'm tired and most likely insane. One day, I would like to stop being insane. Hopefully, this day will come soon.

Assigned Blog Post #6 - I'm so thankful for you

So, the second I read the prompt for this, I thought of Inx. I am ridiculously thankful for you (and your blog, but that’s kind of a different reason). Thank you for always being there for me, and holding me up when I collapse. I can really be myself with you. And sing randomly on the bus and on the streets, and feel at ease with. And there are so many other people who kind of have the same role as you, but I’m singling you out because well, I LOVE YOUR BLOG (oh and you’re just definitely always there. No matter what. Whenever I need you, and I need you a lot. BECAUSE I’M A HORRIBLY NEEDY PERSON. And you listen to all the angst I have, all of it, in all its repetitiveness, over and over again. As long as I need to say it, you’re just always there to listen. Thank you so much, and I love you forever for what you are for me). Your blog – it just kind of expresses everything that I’m thinking of ever… it’s like you see what I see. Always. IT’S LIKE YOU’RE IN MY HEAD. But in a non-creepy fashion. Now, I’m just worried that I will fail with the linking to your blog. Because I cannot link very well. Oh, and your blog is fabulously written. It’s moving, touching, and All Sorts of Fabulous. I think the best thing about it is that I completely and absolutely relate on like five different levels. Or five thousand.

Really, I’m not telling you anything you don’t know. Although I might be quite insane about it right now. And I’m a bit curious as to why this whole “gratefulness” thing has been brought up – I mean, it’s great and we should definitely think about it more than we do now (taking things for granted like all the time), but there isn’t even a holiday to bring it up. So I don’t know.

Who else’s blog do I love? Well… I skimmed over this one, and was horrified and amused by the pictures. Horrified by the horse man, amused by the AMAZINGLY ADORABLE SEAL and the hello kitty AK47 (which really makes me go why would you do that. No seriously, why?) but also giggle at the same time. And I love this one, which kind of surprises me, because it’s very different than the ones I normally like I guess? But it’s quite similar to this one, and I guess I just have a certain style that I like. Maybe sarcasm. I’m not sure, I feel a bit out of it right now. And honestly, I don’t read very many people’s. Oh, I loved this post, even though it went a little bit fast. But it was poetic, especially at the end. I think I just read Inx’s, and then these once in a while when people link me to them. Because they are full of awesome and win. So I will read yours maybe someday… I read the “girl” post of a lot of people’s, and I kind of love Inx’s the best (oh, and this one. Because it's so different). So, I sound slightly obsessive of him. Deal with it.

Well, aren’t I just entirely angry these last few posts.