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Jordi Feliu aka Jordi Ezquerra Feliu (Spanish, b. 1952, Barcelona, Spain) - Landscape-12  Mixed Media on Cotton Canvas

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   ❛   thalassa shell ? so that’s what this is called...   ❜   it’s the peculiar gradient that captivates her attention. naminé turns it between her fingers to appreciate every angle of it.   ❛   your people, back at the island... they have many legends, don’t they sora ?   ❜ @choseheart ♡ ’ ed

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   ❛   you head for the window instead, roxas,   ❜   despite the meaning, naminé knows she displays an uncertainty of sorts. she’s experienced feeling to be trapped, and so did he.  ❛   or... make an opening yourself.   ❜ 

       ❛ how’s one meant to grow when walls keep caving in ? ❜ // lyric starter for @pranelis​ ( camp adventure - delta sleep ).

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   ❛   you have very delicate features, almost doll-like,   ❜   as someone with the perception of an artist, naminé isn’t shy to compliment the girl’s beauty.   ❛   i think you’d make a pretty portrait practice, would you let me draw you someday ?   ❜ @sacrificul ♡ ’ ed

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   ❛   how is it ? living alongside the beach ?   ❜   she sets her sketchbook aside when he enters, leaving her unfinished piece to await her.   ❛   island water tends to be crystalline... or so i’ve read. i assume every day must’ve felt like a vacation.   ❜ @prevalis ♡ ’ ed

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I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void.

Ingmar Bergman, The Seventh Seal (via writingwillows)

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   ❛   would you like to try ?   ❜   her sketchbook is offered along the suggestion, tenderly smiling to signal it was okay for her to do so. who knows, some people didn’t know about hidden talents unless they gave it a try.   ❛   it’s rather relaxing. besides, you get to see different sights every day, it’d be nice if you drew them, that way you’ll never forget them.   ❜

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            ❝ Have I ever drawn anything…? ❞ Lips purse as she crosses her arms, brows furrowing slightly as though she were trying to recall when she had the free time to do so. A lot happened in her time with the Organization— the only time of leniency she recalled was during their one day vacation. “I think the most I’ve done was simple things when writing daily reports…”

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namine draw me

like one of my french girls ??

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   ❛   is it burdening ? being royal, i mean,   ❜   her inquiry is slow and borderline wary, for she was more than unsure as to how to refer to him. your highness ? your majesty ? should she bow ?   ❛   ah, sorry, i don’t... mean to pry.   ❜ @astralvain ♡ ’ ed

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❝ sorry for interrupting you! it's just that you were so deeply engrossed in your drawing... I couldn't help but want to take a peek. ❞

   judging by the deer-caught-in-headlights look she’s wearing when her head snaps up, you can tell she’s surprised. her expression softens at the woman’s words, and there’s something about her that reminds naminé of a flower in eternal bloom.

   ❛   ah ! i tend to do that…   ❜   she trails off with a smile, bashful and thankful for the curiosity.   ❛   it’s not finished yet, but i think it’s almost getting there… i hope you like it.   ❜

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   ❛   i can tend your injury.   ❜   blood’s scandalous and downright ugly. naminé thinks of this when she eyes him, less scared than she should be, digging her fingers on her arm.   ❛   if... if that blood’s even yours.   ❜ @drizzyup ♡ ’ ed

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   inevitably, the sight of him makes her think. despite the lingering sense of shame, naminé does look at him in the eye. still, she can only look straight to those turquoise irises for so long before she’s reminded of sunsets and seasalt, turning bittersweet.    ❛   correct me if i’m wrong, but... you seem a bit tired.   ❜   her deduction is tentative; maybe appearances could be playing tricks on her. @ofwalkingdawn ♡ ’ ed

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v lowkey starter call ?

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Nothing chains a heart to heart, If you’d like to leave.

Anna Akhmatova, from Nothing Chains A Heart To A Heart (via violentwavesofemotion)

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