people run “aesthetic blogs” where they just reblog pics of like neon lights and pools of water and weird textures and stuff and i don’t really get it but i like to look at those blogs, it’s nice to know that you guys are out there, always silent, never getting into fights, just reblogging pics of wrinkled plastic bags… keep doing ur thing
An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.
But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?”
That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart.
” “Listen, Padre, let me walk you home,” I say, extending the olive branch. Marco shakes his head.
“I’m not a Father,” he says. “I’m a reverend. You can just call me Marco, though.”
I nod. “Okay, Marco,” I say. “Let me walk you home.”
He smiles and scratches his head, and for some reason I’m feeling nervous again.
“I, uh. I live above the sanctuary.” He points to the wide, white doors behind us. “So it’s not really that far.”
I stare at the doors for a moment, then back to Marco, before marching right over to them and opening one wide.
It doesn’t take more than half a second’s glance to convince me that Marco must really be fucking blind. I slam the door shut again and turn to face him, shoulders tense. “No,” I say simply. He blinks at me, and I shake my head. “No fucking way, Pad—Marco. Have you opened your eyes lately?”
He licks his lips and flushes a little, rubbing a finger under his nose. “I just thought, you know… sometimes when cars go by, their shadows move along the walls…”
I look at him incredulously and point over my shoulder, mouth hanging open. “Cars,” I manage finally. ” “Ghost Story” - avoidingavoidance
Please, forgive my messy coloring!! D: