okay first of all i found this image in 'WE HEART IT' and it's just so beautiful 'The Fault In Our Stars'
"I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you."
Let me introduce my self im shey-shey, or at least thats how my friends call me, i love jelsa, sooooooooooo much, ship them too hard, love music btw as i said before i have wattpad, it an amazing app/site were you can create storys and share it with other readers to read and enjoy, my user name 'HOWtoBeaHEARTBREKER'
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First
"I hate this party," Jack mumbles behind his champaign flute.
The old man beside him doesn’t miss the complaint. Tilting the head, the adoptive father smiles way too gleefully at the sight of his adopted son keeping readjusting his bow tie as if it’s suffocating him. “Everyone seems to be having fun. It’s not my fault that you are not. It’s a party after all.”
"A cocktail party," Jack corrects flatly and adds, "one requiring formal dress."
The elder man gives the younger man a good pat on the back. “Don’t say that. You clean up nice. Go find some young ladies of your age and enjoy the time.”
"There’s no young ladies of my age. There are only middle-aged women and kids,” Jack retorts.
"Hmm, I remember the Iversens have brought their elder daughter here," Nic says, musing. "You two are about the same age."
"I never meet any Iversen," Jack says.
The old man breaks into a sly smile. “Don’t worry. It’s easy to spot her. Just look for a young lady in a killer dress.”
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"A killer dress?" Jack repeats incredulously as he walks through the crowd, looking for any female party that might fit the description. Running a hand through his stark white hair, Jack keeps rambling to himself. "Doesn’t the old man know I have no sense in women’s fashion? Like I could actually tell which dress is…"
The young man trails off, eyes sticking to the beautiful sight before him. Silk-like skin against milk-white fabric, the dress hugs the woman’s curvy body perfectly with a fully open view of its owner’s flawless back.
As if sensing the heat of Jack’s gaze, the woman turns and Jack is met with the most beautiful blue eyes he has ever seen.
He doesn’t notice his face flaming up as his tongue suddenly becomes too big in his mouth to speak. He finally manages to introduce himself after removing his gaze from hers.
Reaching out a hand, he stammers. “I…I’m Jack.”
Smiling, the woman gives her hand as well. “I am Elsa.”
And Jack has no more complaint about the party.
Okay, as expected, I am late. It’s already December 2 in my timezone…
But well, to those who are still on December 1 and those who are in December 2 like me, enjoy my “first” theme for jelsa week!!
He was the angel of winter; bringing the fun and joy of winter to the people of earth.
She was the demon. She delivered the destruction that winter brought each year. She experienced so much death and sorrow, she slowly began to break inside.
Yet he managed to bring light back into her immortal life- but they both knew their forbidden love was doomed from the start. But that didn’t stop them from trying.