Happy international women’s day! || Women can be strong, or wussy, or emotional, or stoic, or needy, or independent, and still be legitimate people and interesting characteres.
Between the locked bookshelves were glass display cases. Each held something of rare and beautiful workmanship
- page 55 of City of Lost Souls
Sizzy to Crazier by Taylor Swift for anon.
Isabelle,s hand was laced lightly through Simon’s, enjoying the heavy feet of his jacket on her shoulders, and the smell of his cologne. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
He shrugged, his face pale against the lights that shone on either side of the street, and his hair black in contrast. “Dunno yet. I thought we’d walk around until we saw something that looked mildly interesting.”
"Sure. Hey, how ‘bout looking in Central Park? There’s always something interesting to do." Inside, Isabelle was thrilled at the open-ended-ness of it all.
The only dates she had been on were formal, and stiff-backed, always following tradition, and having fancy dinners, or going to expensive balls in fluffy dresses, but with Simon it was always different.
His lack of tradition, his willingness to bend his plans, and his different views in the world that she had seen as black and white were all amazing, and she reveled in it, taking all of the new colors.
"Hey, how about over there? Those trees all have all the lights, and I think there’s music coming from somewhere…" Simon nudged her, looking down.
She took a glance over, squinting, then nodded. “Yeah, that looks great.”
Grinning, he took her by the arm, spinning her around lightly before leading her towards the grove of trees, a bright, twinkling light in his eyes.
Isabelle let herself be taken forward, smiling like an idiot, enjoying the new feelings that the Isabelle without Simon had been missing.
When two people love each other but are too shy to admit it but they still show it.
TMI/TID Meme ❖ three locations: Blackfriars Bridge
Izzy was like fire, in her flaming scarlet dress, with her moods as changeable as sparks. On the roof hed half-thought she’d strangle him, her arms around his neck as she called him every name under the sun while clutching him like she’d never let him go.
But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.
i love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
praying it all will be new
and living like it all depends on you