( º ▌░ ✗ &. –  i'm a paradox. i want to be happy, but i think of things that make me sad. i'm lazy, yet ambitious. i don't like myself, but i also love who i am. i say i don't care, but i really do. i crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. i'm a conflicted contradiction. if i can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has.
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                       [`the sudden fingers through his hair, were enough to draw an content hum from the back of his throat; the playfulness moments seeming staying between them] ❝ I’ll wait then.. you’re interesting me, mrs. waitress. [`the two were now aware that her boss had noticed, and before she went he shot one of his charming smiles, a sign of gratitude of her actually giving the coffee for free — right now wishing that she weren’t minding him waiting]

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                      {`taking orders, serving customers, Sibylle kept her mind busy, trying not to pay attention at him and at the way he looked at her sometimes} ❝—Your order, sir. Black coffee and mini-croissants. {`she smiles softly, happily to go upstairs and to change her clothes after that. coming back down, she runs her fingers through her hair, making sure she looks okay while she approaches his table} ❝—Aren’t you hungry? You didn’t eat anything all day. {`what was that concern? she tried, in her mind to tell herself it was only because he actually stayed there to wait for her but that was a lie and she felt a little confused}

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