dream stone

You know what Jazekiel fic the fandom needs? The one where Jake tries to woo Ezekiel.

And fails very hard to the point that Ezekiel wonders what he’s suddenly done to make Jake hate him. That or Ezekiel declares prank war because that’s what it is right?

And Jake just wants to go sink into a hole somewhere because why can’t he just ask Ezekiel out without fucking up

genevieve-wolfhaven  asked:

9. What’s your aesthetic? :D

This is from another ask I got a while ago for the same thing~

“I’m pretty sure my personal aesthetic is straight out of an impressionist paining haha

It’s rising with the sun and throwing the windows open to soak up every last bit of sunshine the day has to offer. It’s gentle days with soft breezes against soft blue skies. It’s flower crows full of green and pastel pinks and yellows and blues. Elegant English tea sets of silver and porcelain. Roaming fields and forests and mountains so I can see the beauty in every blade of grass and flower and tree and shape of stone. A dream of walking through a field of wildflowers in a flowy white dress with a sun hat. Soft and powerful classical music that moves the soul. It’s fairy tales and mythology. Sitting with my cat in a library full of natural light with bookshelves spilling with tales from history. It’s the beauty of historic buildings and architecture. My friends being happy and knowing they are important and loved. It’s smiles and love and kindness everywhere.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.