#･ﾟ☆ han jaesung ›› ( answered. )

[wannaberp]

— WHO IS HAN JAESUNG?

he’s a TWENTY-ONE year old wannabe, born OCTOBER 30, 2002. he’s currently eyeing STUDIO DELTA and lives by the words “when things get hard, take a deep breath and remember who you are.”

maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ dream_reality.mp4 ]

jaesung’s heart thumps in his throat, dark eyes darting around the room and lingering on the camera before forcing his eyes back to the interviewer. he knows it’s filming him, and he can’t help but be anxious. you would think as someone with a famous parent, he would be somewhat used to having cameras in his face and being in the spotlight despite not being the one with the fame. but he’s not. his mother had hidden his existence until it was recently exposed, and almost immediately after, it was revealed that han jaesung, son of actress evelyn han (han eunhee in korea), was a wannabe k-pop idol pursuing that dream.

the room itself was quite barren yet nicely decorated, with only two chairs and a desk between them. before the interviewer, there’s a list of pre-printed questions that jaesung assumes they ask all the interviewees. in the next moment, he muses how dull such a job would be. would it feel like things just keep repeating themselves? asking the same questions to every new person who walks through the door almost robotically. “what is your dream?” the man speaks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before looking up from the paper to gaze at the young man sitting in front of him. jaesung’s tongue drags over his bottom lip, having to hold back an amused scoff as his questions echo's in his head.

what is his dream? truthfully, he doesn’t know. what does it mean to have a dream? is it fantasizing about the unattainable, or is it to motivate you to run after what seems impossible? jaesung thought he was doing that by going to university for music production. but, it seems, it wasn’t enough—his mother demanded more, and that’s how he found himself here. “my dream,” he starts, fingers playing with one of his earrings as he thinks. “..is to share my music with the world, to— to hear people singing lyrics i wrote, and songs that i perform.”

satisfied with that question, jaesung’s lips turn up in a tiny smile as he leans more comfortably back in his chair, gaining more confidence that, yes, he can do this. his teeth plays with one of his lip piercings, a confident gaze staring down the interviewer who nods and writes down his answer despite the fact it’s all being recorded. he supposes that it wouldn’t hurt to make sure they definitely got it. “and, how will becoming an idol help you achieve that?” the man continues after a moment of writing, looking back up to jaesung who slightly arches his eyebrow and looks off to the side as he thinks.

“if i become an idol, i can share my music with whoever cares to listen. i can perform on a stage and listen as the crowd sings back and feel proud that yeah, you know, i made that. i made this possible. that.. is my dream.” after finishing, he falls silent, simply watching the interviewer write down his answer. with that, the interview drags to a close, and he’s offering a bow to the man before exiting the room with a long exhale. while he initially didn’t plan to take this step on his own, he realizes everything he had said was true and from his heart.

[hjaesungs-blog]

👀 + carina, chan, tiago

Carina: No estaría seguro de qué decir, considerando que no nos conocemos lo suficiente. Sin embargo, admito que tiene algo que puede hacer que desees conocerla más, quizás es por el hecho de que es ingeniosa o porque su trasero me tiene bastante interesado. Tiene unos ojos increíbles, los cuales me hacen tener ciertas fantasías con ellos. Creo que no puedo decirlas, considerando que aún es horario familiar... quizás más tarde.

Chan: A pesar de que, en los últimos días, no nos hemos llevado del todo bien, admito que su personalidad me mantiene constantemente interesado en él y en desarrollar algún tipo de amistad o incluso algo más. Me gusta compartir con él de todas formas, siento que es una de las pocas personas con las que verdaderamente puedo hablar, incluso si toda la conversación se trata de una discusión sin sentido porque ambos somos demasiado orgullosos como para disculparnos con el otro. Es un chico inteligente, ingenioso, lo suficiente como para hacerme enojar cuando discutimos algo. Además, tiene un atractivo que es difícil de ignorar.

Tiago: Es una de las mejores personas que he conocido en este campamento. De hecho, podría decirse que es de las mejores que he conocido en mi vida, siempre tiene buenas intenciones y sentimientos con los demás, jamás lo he visto intentando meterse en una pelea y me irrita un poco cuando me contesta bien, incluso cuando yo estoy siendo un verdadero idiota con él. Creo que es del tipo de persona que todos desean tener de amigos; considerado, atractivo, preocupado y, a veces, demasiado ingenuo para su propio bien. Me dan ganas de protegerlo.

[ojoboy]

han seungwoo babyfever au

genre: han seungwoo x reader, fluff, domestic bliss

word count: 4k

plot: Your cousin asks you to babysit his children (14 y.o. Dongpyo & 13 months old baby sister Dohye) to celebrate the anniversary with his wife. Your boyfriend volunteeringly helps you out. Oh oh looks like you two are about to catch baby fever.

a/n: I finally decided to watch Broduce during quarantine although I already knew the outcome because I was too moved by some videos of Yunseong and Jinhyuk :( Anyways when Seungwoo said that if he had a son he’d like him to be like Dongpyo, I was like: say no more! (I hope you don’t mind that I made Dongpyo younger for this)

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:17pm]

wanna do something later? i miss u :(

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

it’s been only two days... but i miss u too :(

and i don’t know if i have time today. i’m babysitting Jaesung’s children tonight because they are celebrating their anniversary and might come back late  

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

i could come by and help you out?

i’m meeting seungsik now but i definitely can come right afterwards!

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:20pm]

yeeess, i’d love that!

—

5:07pm. The streets are filled with cars rushing home and it almost looks like they are following the sun, eager to come home and finally rest. You just finished stowing away things in your small apartment that could be possibly dangerous around babies, now lazily scrolling through your Instagram feed and liking every other post. Then the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to the door to buzz them in. Almost a minute later there was a family of four standing in your living room.  

“Sorry for being late,” your cousin said as he carefully put his bag down, “traffic, you know.” “It’s fine,” you replied and crouched down and shook little Dohye’s hands, beaming at the baby in the stroller. “Well, someone’s in a good mood today, aren’t you little sunshine?” Whether she did understand you or not, the little girl simply responded with a cheerful giggle that could melt anyone’s heart.  

“She’s been energetic all day long. I hope she won’t give you a hard time,” her mother told you while undoing the buckles and taking the small child in her arms. Dongpyo was already sitting down on the couch next to the big black bag, seemingly busy on his phone.

“Everything you need for Dohye is in the bag. Diapers, baby food and even some toys to keep her entertained.” Your attention diverted back to your cousin who was going through the bag to check all items. “All right, thank you.”  

After checking the final things with you, Hyejin took your hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you so much for doing this!” “Yes, thank you. You are the best!” Your cousin engulfed you in a hug and then walked over to his children. “Behave well and help Y/N out, okay?” he playfully ruffled Dongpyo’s hair and bent down to kiss the little girl on his lap, followed by his wife showering the two with affection. A little annoyed like most teenagers in puberty the young boy told his parents off.

Halfway through the door Hyejin turned around to say, “Call us if there are any problems!”

“Don’t worry, Seungwoo is also coming. I’m sure we’ll manage,” you reassured them while ushering them out, “Just enjoy your anniversary!” "Oh, say hello from us then, yeah?” Jaesung waved one last time before the door closed.

“Finally!” the fourteen years-old exclaimed, making you chuckle. Seeing how his sister started squirming in his lap and hitting his face, you offered to take her while Dongpyo dutifully laid out her blanket on your floor and set up a few toys. “So, your boyfriend is also coming?”

“Yup, I think you’ve only met him once. Remember when we picked you up from dance practice because your mom was in labor? He drove us to the hospital.”

“Oh yeah, but isn’t he too cool for you?”

“Hey, wouldn’t be the other way around?” You played along. “Dohye agrees with me.”

“Nah, he really looked cool driving with one hand and calming you down while you were nervous as a cat.”  

Just when you were about to retort the doorbell rang again as if your boyfriend knew you were talking about him. “Dongpyo can you get that, please?” Without further ado the boy got up from the comfy spot and buzzes Seungwoo in. A few moments later he enters, dressed in black ripped jeans and a white tee which was mainly covered by the purple The Rolling Stones hoodie (you got it for him as a birthday present and he claimed it was his favorite piece of clothing ever since).

“Hey guys, I brought some cake!” Seungwoo proudly lifts the white bag with his usual endearing smile. He fist-bumped Dongpyo and walked over to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before he set the cake down on the kitchen counter.

“You should marry him,” Dongpyo’s ogling eyes followed your boyfriend first, then his body. Eager to have some cake, his hands were already reaching out for the white bag when you stopped him. “Dongpyo stop. Let's save the cake for dessert, alright?”

With a pout, the boy looks up at the older guy in hope of him being able to convince you otherwise but the latter apologetically shook his head, “Sorry pal, you heard the boss.” He then proceeded to carefully stored the cake in your refrigerator as Dongpyo dramatically put his head between his hands.  

—

About half an hour into the babysitting you were sitting down on your floor, watching Dohye grabbing colorful wooden bricks and stacking them on top of each other. Sometimes she would even chuck them in your direction as if to tell you that you should do the same.

Meanwhile the two boys sat comfortably on the couch as Dongpyo showed some of his dance covers on his phone but also a few viral video clips he saw on social media, both unable to hold back their laughter. By now they have become close mentally - as well as physically. They were leaning onto each other, leaving no space between them, and Seungwoo had one of his arms draped over the boy’s narrow shoulders. It was a position you were very familiar with.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen this video of a ferret dancing? It’s soooo cute,” Dongpyo leaned down from the couch to show you his phone screen whereas Seungwoo held onto his shirt so he wouldn’t fall down. Mimicking the ferret’s movements with Dohye’s rattle in your hand, you answered, “Yes, I replayed it so, so many times and even sent it to Seungwoo.”

Enticed by the rattle, the little baby dropped the blue brick and started crawling towards you. With open arms you welcome the girl as she climbed in your lap, willingly handing the rattle over. Immediately Dohye aggressively shook the toy and filled the room not only with rhythmic rattling but also joyous laughter.  

Feeling your lower back starting to hurt from sitting on the ground, you scooted over to lean against the couch with Dohye safely pulled against your front. “Wow, this is funny haha!”  

When you craned your neck to see what Dongypo was laughing about, you realized that Seungwoo’s eyes had been set on you. It seemed like he was in a daze, the way he smiled so fondly at the sight of you holding and playing with the baby.  

The image of you and him having a baby of your own crossed his mind ever since he walked through the door today and saw you two together and truth to be told he liked it - a lot.

His hand then slowly reached out for your head and gently stroked your hair, careful not to get any strands tangled with his rings. Enjoying the calming feeling, you returned his sweet gesture with a genuine smile that made his heart flutter like the first time he met you.

This intimate moment didn’t last long, though, as Dohye suddenly began to cry. “Oh no, what’s wrong, Dohye?” You picked her tiny body up and smelled her diaper. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you need your diaper changed.”

“I bet she’s hungry, Y/N” Dongpyo said as he put his phone down. “Can you get the baby food from bag, please?” You slowly got up from your place and rocked the girl back and forth in hope of calming her down. “Shh, don’t cry. Your big brother is getting your food right.”

“I got it! It says that it needs to be heated up in the microwave for a minute to a minute and a half,” the boy read the instructions and walked over to your kitchen. However, he struggled to open the glass so Seungwoo offered to help him, “Here, let me.”

He then opened the little glass on his first try and proceeded to put it in your microwave as he already knew his way around your kitchen. “Oh, I think this might be a little too hot?” Seungwoo worried after taking the glass out and rolling it between his hands.  

“Let’s stir the heat out and wait a little then... Dongpyo, is there perhaps a baby bib in the bag too?”

All of you made your way back into the living room, you sitting down on the couch with a still crying baby and joined by Seungwoo while Dongpyo looked for the baby bib. Tying it around her neck turned out to be a bit harder than expected since she started to squirm around.

After finally succeeding, you decided to switch with Seungwoo so you could feed the little girl. You carefully blew on the small spoon as Dohye watched you with big eyes and drool coating her mouth already. Ten minutes later the glass is empty and a big content smile grazed the girl’s lips.

“Wow, you eat really well, huh?” You wiped her mouth with the bib and booped her little nose. “You come after your dad, I guess.”

—

“Are you sure you don’t need me to help you cook?”  

“I’ll manage. Just watch the kids, honey” You couldn’t help but giggle at your own cheesy words and squeezed his muscular arm before sending him back into the living room. As soon as you calmed Dohye down, the next kid started to complain about being hungry. This whole situation made you feel like it was your little family.  

Before you could indulge further into your imagination, you diverted your attention to the ingredients in front of you to cook pasta. While the noodles were boiling, you were busy cutting onions and carrots for the sauce when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle. Shortly after his head hovered next to yours, “Looks good, babe.”

“There is nothing to see yet,” you playfully nudged him, yet he pulled you closer against his body. “Wasn’t talking about the food,” Seungwoo then cheekily pressed his lips against the side of your face and proceeded to steal a few slices of carrots, running back before you could stop him.

Looking over your shoulder you saw that he was sharing the stolen goods with none other than Dongpyo, both a giggling mess. In your eyes the two were like a real father-son duo and you began to wonder what it would be like if you two were to start a family. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, yet you pushed the thought back to focus on cooking again.

As soon as you served the pasta, Dongpyo came rushing and very eager to dig in. You left the TV on and put on a children’s show to entertain Dohye while the rest of you enjoyed dinner.  

“I’m so fuuuuull! Thank you for the meal, Y/N,” Dongpyo said as he lazily rubbed his tummy and closed his eyes for moment. “Too full for the cake, though?” Seungwoo asked the boy across him, raising his eyebrow. At his words, Dongpyo’s eyes opened with a twinkle in them, “Never!”

While you put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Seungwoo was already taking out new plates and of course: the long-anticipated cake. “I hope you like cherries, Dongpyo,” your boyfriend presented three chunky pieces of cake covered in pink and white frosting with little cherries on top. “Voila, the cake is really delicious. I tried one piece with Seungsik today,” he winked at you and forked a bite-sized piece, raising it to your mouth.  

You welcomed the sweet taste as the frosting melted on your tongue, humming in agreement. Just when the three of you sat down on the couch again, the baby started crawling towards your boyfriend and grabbed his sturdy leg to pull herself up, her eyes set on the pink and white delicacy. Seungwoo quickly put his plate on the coffee table and picked the girl easily up.

“Aigoo, do you want some?” You two only laughed when she stretched her short arms towards your plate and almost lunged at it, only to be held back by your co-babysitter. You scooped a small amount of the frosting on your pinky and placed it against her plump limps which she gladly took.  

“Oh Y/N, be careful of her-”

“Ouch!”

Dongpyo’s warning came a little too late as you massaged your poor finger, while Dohye somehow managed to giggle innocently yet diabolically at the same time (in that moment she reminded you a lot of her brother).

—

“Do you want to see my new dance routine?”  

“Weren’t you too full to move just now?” You questioned the young boy.  

“It’s all good now. I don’t think I will throw up.”

“Well, that’s very reassuring.”

Soon your small living room turned into a stage as Dongpyo prepared several dance covers of girl groups. His little sister started to jump up and down on the couch, with Seungwoo holding her arms, to cheer him on. He even managed to persuade Seungwoo to join him who acted hesitant at first but matched the teenager’s energy once he got up.

You and Dohye clapped as soon as the little showcase ended. The two guys plumped down on the couch, slightly out of breath. Seungwoo wasted no time to strip himself off his purple hoodie, leaving him in his loose white tee. The tattoos adorning his milky skin caught the younger one’s attention, “Wow Seungwoo, you have tattoos? Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cool!”

He then put his index finger under his chin, “I think I’m getting tattoos, too, when I’m older. They look so cool on you.” At this you two couldn’t stifle your laughter, earning a confused look from Dongpyo. But who could blame you? It was very hard to imagine such a sweet, baby-faced boy to get tattoos inked on his skin.  

“Sure thing, buddy,” Seungwoo ruffled the boy’s hair, unable to hold back his smile.

“Oh, but it hurts a lot, right? Maybe I won’t get any after all...” Dongpyo leaned back against the couch, hugging the cushion tighter.

—

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you took care of the mess in your kitchen but when you returned to your living room, you discovered a sleeping baby lying on top of your boyfriend’s chest. Your heart melted at this sight and the corners of your mouth immediately tugged upwards. Wanting to capture the sweet moment, you took your phone out and wasted no time to get a few shots of the two, careful not to disturb them.

Just when you crouched down next to the couch to get an up-close shot, your knee joints betrayed you. The pop seemingly woke up your boyfriend from his slumber as his eyes slowly opened and you were met with warm, brown orbs.  

Catching you red-handed, Seungwoo cracked a smile and whispered, “What are you doing, babe?”  

“You two look so adorable, I just couldn’t resist!” You smiled sheepishly and began to stroke his hair with your free hand, pushing a few strands away from his eyes.

“Mh, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think my back might kill me soon,” he softly spoke with his eyes closed again, welcoming your gentle touch. “C’mon, let’s put her in my bed.”

Seungwoo clutched the little girl closer to his chest and slowly got up without making any noise. He pushed her a little upwards so she could rest her head on his shoulder. You walked ahead, opening the two doors for him, and pulled the blanket aside to let him put Dohye down. Then you tucked her safely in and placing your stuffed bunny, which Seungwoo had won for on your first arcade date, next to her.  

The two of you sneaked out of your bedroom, leaving the door ajar just in case she woke up. Now standing in the small hallway, Seungwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, putting just a little bit of his weight on you. “My back still hurts from your small couch; you should carry me like this,” you could basically hear his pout above your head.

“Shut up, my couch is not that small. It’s just because you are stupidly tall!” You hushed him as you wriggled in his arms to turn around and playfully pinched his cheeks. There was a shift in his eyes; usually he would retort that you were ‘stupidly small’ but this time he just gazed at you, eyes filled with adoration.

With your chests pressing against each other, you were not quite sure whether it was your heart that was racing or his. Maybe it was both of yours but it didn’t matter, anyways.  

“What are you thinking about?” You asked in a small voice, your index finger now tracing his dimple instead.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby,” Seungwoo confessed and smiled innocently at you. Heart skipping a beat, you were slightly flustered by his unexpected answer and felt your ears heat up.  

“You would be a great dad.” Before he could react, you got on your tiptoes and simultaneously pulled his face a little bit down to meet him with a brief, yet sweet peck on the lips.  

Once you released his face and let your hands slide down to the juncture between his shoulders and neck, you felt his arms tighten around your body and tugging you even closer to him. Being not satisfied with the peck, he leaned in for another kiss.

His warm lips melted against yours and you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach like it was the very first time. As your lips moved against his, you could feel him smiling into the kiss. There was still a faint taste of cherries lingering on his lips adding to the sweet and addictive kiss. For a moment you forgot about everything because being in his arms just felt right.

“Wow, it’s like my parents never left,” a sudden voice exclaimed from behind you. The two of you shyly pulled away from each other and looked at the intruder. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

With that being said, Dongpyo quickly disappeared into your bathroom. You were slightly embarrassed by getting caught but to make you blush even more, Seungwoo then said, “I want to have a kid like him later, haha.”

—

Their parents came back around 9pm. Dohye was still fast asleep in your bedroom, by now cuddling with your stuffed bunny, while the three of you watched an episode of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo.

“You guys came back early! How was your dinner?”, you asked them as you let the couple in. “Oh, it was wonderful and the food was really delicious. You two should check out the restaurant sometime,” Hyejin gushed. “Anyways, we called it a night early because I missed my babies too much.”

She wasted no time to pull her son into her side and ruffle his fluffy hair, eliciting a soft whine from him.  

“Ah, I almost forgot! We’ve got you a little gift,” the woman nudged her husband who pulled out a small white box from his paper bag. “It’s from our favorite chocolatier. But it’s only a small gift so whenever you have time, come over and we will make you a nice meal to thank you properly, yeah?”

“Alright, let’s go home now. I think we’ve bothered you enough for tonight,” your cousin chimed after putting his little girl in her carrier and giving the two of you a hug.

Once you closed the door behind them, Seungwoo pulled you into his arms again. Just before he could say anything, a yawn escaped his mouth.

“Are you tired?”

“Mhm, just a little bit.”

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes lovingly gazing into yours again like earlier.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Seungwoo rummaged through your closet, looking for a comfortable shirt amidst all the t-shirts that you’ve either got or stole from him. Finally, his eyes set on a grey oversized tee which you actually could wear as a dress. Stripping off his slightly sweaty shirt, he welcomed the new soft fabric that no longer smelled like his cologne but by now had picked up your sweet scent.

When he joined you in the bathroom, you were already brushing your teeth whilst scrolling through your Instagram feed. He made his way behind you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror because the pink shirt that he’s been missing for the past week just happened to be engulfing you in that moment. But how could be upset when you looked like an angel to him?

Before you could grab your hair yourself, Seungwoo gently pushed them back and held them for you so they wouldn’t get in your way until you were finished with your routine. Once he started with his routine, you sat down on the edge of your bathtub. Waiting for him, you went through your gallery and took a look at the photos from earlier again.

“What’chu shmiling at?” He asked you with a mouth full of foam, watching through the mirror.

“Just the pics of you and Dohye sleeping together. They are really cute, I think I’m gonna post one of them!” You excitedly stood up and stayed by his side, holding your phone in front of him whilst swiping and showing him your favorite snapshots.  

After he was done with his own routine, the two of you wasted no time to snuggle up in the comfort of your bed. Like every other night you rested your head on his shoulder with his arms secured round your frame as if you could easily slip away anytime. A pleasant silence fell over you, only your shallow breaths were audible.

Your eyes were fixated on a sliver of light that shone through your blinds, unable to close your eyes and succumb to the sweet promise of sleep yet. The image of Seungwoo and the kids wouldn’t leave you alone. Sure, you’ve seen him plenty times playing with his own nephew already but today felt different.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby.”

His words kept repeating and repeating themselves in your head.

“What’s on your mind?” Seungwoo spoke so softly, it was barely a whisper. He started gently stroke your hair as he slightly turned his head towards you, his lips now almost brushing your temple.

“Just thinking about what you said earlier...” You tilted your head, meeting his eyes in the dark. “You know, what it’d be like if we had a baby, and I can’t stop thinking about it – but in a good way!”  

If you had looked a little bit closer, you would have seen that his gaze softened even more at you rambling about how he would spoil the baby to death or you two dressing up your child like a model, making it the most fashionable baby out there.

“The thought of a baby really doesn’t scare me anymore. Especially when I have you by my side,” you confessed. Instead of teasing you for corny confession, he pushed his body off the bed and hovered above you, his head already diving in to claim your lips.

Seungwoo didn’t say a word during your ramble but he put all his feelings into the kiss and you knew – he didn’t need to say it aloud because you knew he felt the same. His right hand caressed your face, thumb going over the apple of your cheek.

“I really like the sound of that,” his lips stretched into a smile before the landed right on your temple.  

Suddenly his smile turned smug, “We could try making one right now.”

“Oh, shut up!”

—

The next morning you checked your notifications only to find yourself chuckling at them.

ssunhwa: oh I didn’t know I was an aunt already

pyopyoson: huh is that black mob of hair mine? anyways, I want pics with him too

seungsmile_: just get married already

[readincolour]

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This Is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare by Gabourey Sidibe 256 p.; Biography Gabourey Sidibe—“Gabby” to her legion of fans—skyrocketed to international fame in 2009 when she played the leading role in Lee Daniels’s acclaimed movie Precious. In This Is Just My Face, she shares a one-of-a-kind life story in a voice as fresh and challenging as many of the unique characters she’s played onscreen. With full-throttle honesty, Sidibe paints her Bed-Stuy/Harlem family life with a polygamous father and a gifted mother who supports her two children by singing in the subway. Sidibe tells the engrossing, inspiring story of her first job as a phone sex “talker.” And she shares her unconventional (of course!) rise to fame as a movie star, alongside “a superstar cast of rich people who lived in mansions and had their own private islands and amazing careers while I lived in my mom's apartment.” Sidibe’s memoir hits hard with self-knowing dispatches on friendship, depression, celebrity, haters, fashion, race, and weight (“If I could just get the world to see me the way I see myself,” she writes, “would my body still be a thing you walked away thinking about?”). Irreverent, hilarious, and untraditional, This Is Just My Face will resonate with anyone who has ever felt different, and with anyone who has ever felt inspired to make a dream come true.

Salt Houses by Hala Alyan 320 p.; Fiction On the eve of her daughter Alia’s wedding, Salma reads the girl’s future in a cup of coffee dregs. She sees an unsettled life for Alia and her children; she also sees travel, and luck. While she chooses to keep her predictions to herself that day, they will all soon come to pass when the family is uprooted in the wake of the Six-Day War of 1967. Salma is forced to leave her home in Nablus; Alia’s brother gets pulled into a politically militarized world he can’t escape; and Alia and her gentle-spirited husband move to Kuwait City, where they reluctantly build a life with their three children. When Saddam Hussein invades Kuwait in 1990, Alia and her family once again lose their home, their land, and their story as they know it, scattering to Beirut, Paris, Boston, and beyond. Soon Alia’s children begin families of their own, once again navigating the burdens (and blessings) of assimilation in foreign cities. A Small Revolution by Jimin Han 196 p.; Fiction On a beautiful Pennsylvania fall morning, a gunman holds college freshman Yoona Lee and three of her classmates hostage in the claustrophobic confines of their dorm room. The desperate man with his finger on the trigger—Yoona’s onetime friend, Lloyd Kang—is unraveling after a mysterious accident in Korea killed his closest friend, Jaesung, who was also the love of Yoona’s life. As the tense standoff unfolds, Yoona is forced to revisit her past, from growing up in an abusive household to the upheaval in her ancestral homeland to unwittingly falling in love. She must also confront the truth about what happened to Jaesung on that tragic day, even as her own fate hangs in the balance. Hadriana in All My Dreams by René Depestre 160 p.; Fiction Hadriana in All My Dreams, winner of the prestigious Prix Renaudot, takes place primarily during Carnival in 1938 in the Haitian village of Jacmel. A beautiful young French woman, Hadriana, is about to marry a Haitian boy from a prominent family. But on the morning of the wedding, Hadriana drinks a mysterious potion and collapses at the altar. Transformed into a zombie, her wedding becomes her funeral. She is buried by the town, revived by an evil sorcerer, and then disappears into popular legend. Set against a backdrop of magic and eroticism, and recounted with delirious humor, the novel raises universal questions about race and sexuality. The reader comes away enchanted by the marvelous reality of Haiti's Vodou culture and convinced of Depestre's lusty claim that all beings--even the undead ones--have a right to happiness and true love.

No One Can Pronounce My Name by Rakesh Satyal 400 p.; Fiction In a suburb outside Cleveland, a community of Indian Americans has settled into lives that straddle the divide between Eastern and Western cultures. For some, America is a bewildering and alienating place where coworkers can’t pronounce your name but will eagerly repeat the Sanskrit phrases from their yoga class. Harit, a lonely Indian immigrant in his mid-forties, lives with his mother who can no longer function after the death of Harit’s sister, Swati. In a misguided attempt to keep both himself and his mother sane, Harit has taken to dressing up in a sari every night to pass himself off as his sister. Meanwhile, Ranjana, also an Indian immigrant in her mid-forties, has just seen her only child, Prashant, off to college. Worried that her husband has begun an affair, she seeks solace by writing paranormal romances in secret. When Harit and Ranjana’s paths cross, they begin a strange yet necessary friendship that brings to light their own passions and fears. Inheritance from Mother by Minae Mizumura 464 p.; Fiction Mitsuki Katsura, a Japanese woman in her mid-fifties, is a French-language instructor at a private university in Tokyo. Her husband, whom she met in Paris, is a professor at another private university. He is having an affair with a much younger woman. In addition to her husband’s infidelity, Mitsuki must deal with her ailing eighty-something mother, a demanding, self-absorbed woman who is far from the image of the patient, self-sacrificing Japanese matriarch. Mitsuki finds herself dreaming of the day when her mother will finally pass on. While doing everything she can to ensure her mother’s happiness, she grows weary of the responsibilities of a doting daughter and worries she is sacrificing her chance to find fulfillment in her middle age. The Leavers by Lisa Ko 352 p.; Fiction One morning, Deming Guo’s mother, Polly, an undocumented Chinese immigrant, goes to her job at a nail salon—and never comes home. No one can find any trace of her. With his mother gone, eleven-year-old Deming is left mystified and bereft. Eventually adopted by a pair of well-meaning white professors, Deming is moved from the Bronx to a small town upstate and renamed Daniel Wilkinson. But far from all he’s ever known, Daniel struggles to reconcile his adoptive parents’ desire that he assimilate with his memories of his mother and the community he left behind. Told from the perspective of both Daniel—as he grows into a directionless young man—and Polly, Ko’s novel gives us one of fiction’s most singular mothers. Loving and selfish, determined and frightened, Polly is forced to make one heartwrenching choice after another. Miss Burma by Charmaine Craig 368 p.; Fiction Miss Burma tells the story of modern-day Burma through the eyes of Benny and Khin, husband and wife, and their daughter Louisa. After attending school in Calcutta, Benny settles in Rangoon, then part of the British Empire, and falls in love with Khin, a woman who is part of a long-persecuted ethnic minority group, the Karen. World War II comes to Southeast Asia, and Benny and Khin must go into hiding in the eastern part of the country during the Japanese Occupation, beginning a journey that will lead them to change the country’s history. After the war, the British authorities make a deal with the Burman nationalists, led by Aung San, whose party gains control of the country. When Aung San is assassinated, his successor ignores the pleas for self-government of the Karen people and other ethnic groups, and in doing so sets off what will become the longest-running civil war in recorded history. Benny and Khin’s eldest child, Louisa, has a danger-filled, tempestuous childhood and reaches prominence as Burma’s first beauty queen soon before the country falls to dictatorship. As Louisa navigates her newfound fame, she is forced to reckon with her family’s past, the West’s ongoing covert dealings in her country, and her own loyalty to the cause of the Karen people. The Book of Phoenix by Nnedi Okorafor 288 p.; Science fiction Phoenix was grown and raised among other genetic experiments in New York’s Tower 7. She is an “accelerated woman”—only two years old but with the body and mind of an adult, Phoenix’s abilities far exceed those of a normal human. Still innocent and inexperienced in the ways of the world, she is content living in her room speed reading ebooks, running on her treadmill, and basking in the love of Saeed, another biologically altered human of Tower 7. Then one evening, Saeed witnesses something so terrible that he takes his own life. Devastated by his death and Tower 7’s refusal to answer her questions, Phoenix finally begins to realize that her home is really her prison. But Phoenix’s escape and destruction of Tower 7 is just the beginning of her story….

Confessions of a Domestic Failure: A Humorous Book About a not so Perfect Mom by Bunmi Laditan 336 p.; Fiction There are good moms and bad moms-and then there are hot-mess moms. Introducing Ashley Keller, career girl turned stay-at-home mom who's trying to navigate the world of Pinterest-perfect, Facebook-fantastic and Instagram-impressive mommies but failing miserably. When Ashley gets the opportunity to participate in the "Motherhood Better" boot camp run by the mommy-blog empire maven she idolizes, she jumps at the chance to become the perfect mom she's always wanted to be. But will she fly high or flop? Moving Forward Sideways Like a Crab by Shani Mootoo 310 p.; Fiction/Trinidad Jonathan Lewis-Adey was nine when his parents separated, and his mother, Sid, vanished entirely from his life. It is not until he is a grown man that Jonathan finally reconnects with his beloved lost parent, only to find, to his shock and dismay, that the woman he knew as "Sid" in Toronto has become an elegant man named Sydney living in his native Trinidad. For nine years, Jonathan has paid regular visits to Sydney on his island retreat, trying with quiet desperation to rediscover the parent he adored inside this familiar stranger, and to overcome his lingering confusion and anger at the choices Sydney has made. At the novel's opening, Jonathan is summoned urgently to Trinidad where Sydney, now aged and dying, seems at last to offer him the gift he longs for: a winding story that moves forward sideways as it reveals the truths of Sydney's life. But when and where the story will end is up to Jonathan, and it is he who must decide what to do with Sydney's haunting legacy of love, loss, and acceptance. One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter: Essays by Scaachi Koul 256 p.; Essays In One Day We’ll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter, Scaachi Koul deploys her razor sharp humor to share all the fears, outrages, and mortifying moments of her life. She learned from an early age what made her miserable, and for Scaachi anything can be cause for despair. Whether it’s a shopping trip gone awry; enduring awkward conversations with her bikini waxer; overcoming her fear of flying while vacationing halfway around the world; dealing with internet trolls, or navigating the fears and anxieties of her parents. Alongside these personal stories are pointed observations about life as a woman of color, where every aspect of her appearance is open for critique, derision, or outright scorn. Where strict gender rules bind in both Western and Indian cultures, leaving little room for a woman not solely focused on marriage and children to have a career (and a life) for herself. April 28, 2017 at 11:00AM from ReadInColour.com http://ift.tt/2pcAviP

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☀️, ☀️, 👊

☀️Sobre alguien que significa mucho para mi personaje.

“ por si no ha quedado claro, mi hermana pequeña significa todo para mí. es la persona que más adoro en este mundo y dudo que aquello vaya a cambiar alguna vez. la persona que siempre logra mantenerme cuerdo en situaciones difíciles, la persona que con tan sólo un abrazo o mirada me pueden hacer sonreír, incluso en los momentos más difíciles. es una muchacha espectacular; es inteligente, preciosa y tierna. está llena de virtudes. sí, a veces es un poco insoportable, pero, ¿quién no lo es? soy capaz de tolerar cada uno de sus berrinches sólo si eso me asegura que recibiré una de sus sonrisas al final. ” 

☀️ Conocer su primera impresión y su actual impresión de él / ella.

“ lo primero que pensé de ella es que es atractiva y mantengo eso. también pensé en que tenía una sonrisa hermosa y que su risa, a veces, llega a sonar como una verdadera melodía. es divertida y atractiva, una combinación que puede hacer que cualquiera se sienta atraído hacia ella. es ingeniosa a la hora de hablar y no es difícil entablar una conversación con ella. cuando la vi por primera vez, pensé que tenía el rostro de siempre tener un as bajo la manga y que también es una de esas personas que pueden ocultar un millón de travesuras bajo una inocente sonrisa (fingida, por supuesto). mantengo mi impresión. es fácil hablar con ella y su sonrisa inocente sigue sin engañarme. ”

👊  Sobre un amigo que ya no lo es más.

no creo que valga la pena hablar de alguien que ya no me importa y que tiene cero relevancia en mi vida.

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26-30 // 🌈 ☀️ (relaciones) 💿

26: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

respondida.

27: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

me gusta tener mi habitación ordenada y limpia. no soporto el desorden, así como tampoco la suciedad.

28: tell us about your pet peeves!

respondida.

29: what color do you wear the most?

café claro y azul oscuro.

30: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

respondida.

🌈 Para saber qué le parece atractivo psicológicamente de tu personaje.

“ creo que es una de esas personas con las que puedes hablar todo, siempre es sincero y parece estar siempre dispuesto a ayudar a otros, sin tener interés de recibir algo a cambio. es de esas personas que te hacen reír, ingenioso cuando quiere y divertido siempre, incluso cuando no se da cuenta. su personalidad hace que su atractivo aumente, no es ningún misterio el porqué la mayoría de las personas de este campamento tienen un crush con él. es una de las personas más carismáticas que he conocido, siendo una de las pocas que pueden sacarme una sonrisa sincera. a veces, es un poco ingenuo, pero eso provoca que la gente desee protegerlo y eso lo hace aún más atractivo, al menos, para una persona como yo. ”

☀️Sobre alguien que significa mucho para mi personaje.

“ mi hermana mayor. no tenemos una relación que consideraría demasiado cercana, dado que nuestras opiniones siempre suelen ser diferentes y chocamos muchas veces en diferentes temas, sobre todo en el tema de nuestros progenitores. pero la quiero y no soy mucho de querer a la gente. siempre me he sentido responsable por su bienestar, incluso cuando ella es mayor que yo. es una buena chica, demasiado cerrada a veces y quizás un poco extremista, pero es una buena chica. tiene la inteligencia de mi padre y el atractivo físico de mi madre… esa increíble mezcla la llevará muy lejos. ”

💿  Para una canción / unas canciones que le recuerdan a tu personaje.

let’s dance de david bowie.

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☀️, 🌻.

☀️ Conocer su primera impresión y su actual impresión de él / ella.

“ lo primero que pensé cuando la vi es que tenía unos ojos preciosos. también creo que ha pasado por momentos difíciles, eso puedo intuirlo por la forma en cómo se expresa y por cómo ve la vida. es una muchacha bastante centrada y me gusta el hecho de que no se tome las cosas en serio, es una de las pocas personas que soportan mis comentarios sin sentirse ofendidas o atacadas de alguna forma. no olvidaré tampoco que fue una de las pocas personas que me hicieron pasar un buen rato en la fogata de bienvenida. una charla amena sin ninguna necesidad de beber alcohol para pasar un buen rato a su lado. ”

🌻  Su padre, madre o hermanos.

“ mi madre... bueno, sinceramente no tengo mucho que decir de ella. no es como si el nombre le quedase bien, pues dejé de considerarla mi madre hace más de 6 años. es una buena mujer, demasiado sumisa para su propio bien. no parece tener opinión propia de ningún asunto, a lo único que se dedica es complacer al hombre que tengo de padre, su rol de madre no es muy bueno ― aunque me alegra que la historia sea diferente con mis hermanas. es preciosa, eso sí. tiene una hermosura que no muchas personas tienen la suerte de tener, creo que habría sido una magnífica chef si hubiese seguido con su carrera, pero se acostumbró a la comodidad y a las salidas de compras fáciles, teniendo grandes números en sus cuentas bancarias sin necesidad de hacer mucho. ”

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(mia) ☀️ Conocer su primera impresión y su actual impresión de él / ella.

���️ Conocer su primera impresión y su actual impresión de él / ella.

“ ¿debo ser totalmente sincero, uh? ― vale, supongo que el público lo ha pedido. tiene un rostro que podría valer millones, eso es lo primero que pensé de ella. luego, cuando mis ojos se desviaron al cuerpo de diosa que tiene, seguí pensando lo mismo. tiene un cuerpo y un rostro que son dignos de ver en las portadas de todas las revistas existentes. probablemente esta sea la primera impresión de cualquier hombre que no sea ciego cuando la ve. voy a dar una explicación más detallada, eso sí, porque se supone que estoy siendo cien por ciento sincero, ¿no? pensé (y sigo pensando) que sus labios son del tipo que deseas morder una y otra vez, sin cansarte de ellos, hasta dejarlos hinchados y adoloridos. su rostro es del tipo que no te molestaría pasar la noche con ella y que sea lo primero que ves al despertar. sus ojos son tan cautivantes que son capaces de hacer caer a cualquiera. ¿su cuerpo? la fantasía de todo hombre y mujer. porque, seamos sinceros, ¿hay alguien que pueda resistirse a la combinación explosiva que posee? porque yo creo que no ― eso es lo que pensé… hasta que abrió la boca. desde ahí, he preferido pasar. ”

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Múltiplos de 7

7: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

duermo boca abajo siempre.

14: are you a morning person?

no, la verdad es que no.

21: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

lo estuve cuando mi abuelo enfermó y cuando noté que sus cartas ya no llegaban y no pude comunicarme más con él. también lo estuve cuando murió.

28: tell us about your pet peeves!

respondida.

35: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

le temía a los tiburones. y sí, sigo temiéndoles, aunque no de una forma tan terrible como antes.

42: what’s your favorite myth? 

respondida.

49: what’s winter like where you live?

respondida.

56: pink or yellow lemonade?

respondida.

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múltiplos de 4

4: do you keep plants? 

respondida.

8: what’s something that made you smile today?

respondida.

12: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

lo tengo. de hecho, suelo escribir bastante en él. una vez intenté dibujar… pero es evidente que el dibujo y yo no nos llevamos muy bien. sin embargo, escribo siempre que puedo, sobre todo cuando estoy solo.

16: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

no. ni siquiera a mis hermanas.

20: sunrise or sunset?

atardecer.

24: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

tenía un pingüino. hubo un etapa en la que estaba un poco obsesionado con ellos. no recuerdo cómo se llamaba, quizás era don o ron, no lo recuerdo. no, ya no lo tengo. lo tiré hace un par de años.

28: tell us about your pet peeves!

respondida.

32: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

probablemente la última vez fue cuando tenía 14 años y estaba en corea del sur aún. o quizás fue en el primer verano que pasé en este campamento, cuando decidí recorrer el bosque solo.

36: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

me gusta, sí. la última vez que compré uno fue, uh, unas semanas antes de venir al campamento. es a kind of magic de queen.

40: what are some things you find endearing in people?

respondida. 

44: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

respondida.

48: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

respondida.

52: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

no, no suelo olvidar las cosas. y no necesito notarlo todo para no hacerlo.

56: pink or yellow lemonade?

amarilla.

60: are/were you good in school?  

respondida.

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41, 43, 45, 47 / 🌻

41: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

Es una de las mejores canciones que he oído, no sólo porque tiene una letra que puede interpretarse de muchas formas, sino que porque la melodía te atrapa de una manera totalmente especial. La canción te llena de diversas emociones, no es ideal escucharla cuando tienes un mal día, considerando el tipo de emociones que te hace sentir.

43: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

un poco, sí. diría que mis favoritos son los de robert frost, emily dickinson, pablo neruda y maya angelou.

45: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

respondida.

47: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

respondida.

🌻  Su padre, madre o hermanos.

“ mi padre probablemente sea la persona que más detesto en este mundo. nunca tuve una relación demasiada cercana a él y me alegra que haya sido así, considerando que es una persona tóxica que no tiene consideración por los demás. quizás es por él que soy de esta forma, he intentado convertirme en todo lo que él aborrece. no sé si merece la pena hablar mucho de él, ¿cuál es el punto? no vale la pena. lo único que me interesa de él es el dinero que recibo de su parte. ”

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30, 60, 45, 22. ☀️🌕

22: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. 

¿qué tipo de pregunta más rara es esta? eh— no sé que tipo de calcetines son raros, así que supongo no. no duermo con calcetines y tampoco me gusta usarlos mucho, siento que a veces llegan a ser un poco (muy) molestos. suelo usar del tipo que son cortos, probablemente la mayoría de ellos sean blancos y negros. no me gusta usar de colores.

30: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?  

es un simple reloj, probablemente en sus tiempos fue bastante caro. pertenecía a mi abuelo. me lo dio cuando me mudé a estados unidos y, desde ese entonces, jamás me lo he quitado. tiene el nombre completo de mi abuelo grabado en la parte de atrás. es algo que siempre me recuerda a él y lo que lo mantiene conmigo, incluso en mis días malos.

45: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? 

a veces, sí. en realidad, no tengo ninguna costumbre por la mañana. pero el jugo que más bebo es el de naranja, sobre todo si es natural. aunque también suelo beber de piña.

60: are/were you good in school?

lo era. no me gustaba serlo, pero lo era.

☀️ Conocer su primera impresión y su actual impresión de él / ella. 

mm. creo que lo primero que pensé de ella fue que tenía rostro de niña, que parecía ser alguien tranquila, pero sociable. me gustó su cabello, por alguna extraña razón siempre deseé tocarlo, no sé si era por el color al cual no estoy acostumbrado o porque realmente parece ser lo suficientemente suave como para que desees hundir los dedos en él. no me llevé mal con ella, incluso cuando me pareció un poco inmadura y demasiado infantil, claro que aquella impresión cambió rápidamente ante la poca paciencia que tengo y la forma que ella tiene de expresarse que sólo refleja lo mucho que le falta crecer. incluso si ya me he dado cuenta de que no es el ángel que parece ser a primera vista, sigo pensando que tiene un bonito rostro y unas facciones que son difíciles de encontrar en las personas. es atractiva, aunque demasiado insoportable.

🍪 Para saber cómo sería un encuentro entre ambos fuera del campamento.

el masculino se mueve en la fila de la cafetería, molestia colándose en él por la lentitud con la cual se mueve la fila de la cafetería. su mirada viaja hasta el reloj que se posa en su muñeca, formando una mueca con los labios cuando se da cuenta de que está atrasado y que no tiene tiempo para eso. girándose rápidamente para alcanzar la salida y salir de allí, no percatándose de la muchacha que sigue su mismo camino, haciendo que sus cuerpos colisionen y el líquido caliente se derrame en ambas rompas, las suyas y las de ella también. “ oh, lo siento. ” se disculpa, porque sabe que es culpa suya. sin embargo, está demasiado apresurado como para hacer algo al respecto. ni siquiera levanta su mirada mientras camina hacia la salida nuevamente, alejándose de aquella cafetería sin percatarse de que un par de pies lo seguían desde cerca, maldiciéndolo por lo bajo. se detiene en un semáforo, siendo alcanzado por una mano que lo hace girar su rostro y posar sus ojos en la expresión ajena que no demuestra más que furia. “ ¿qué haces? si te he dicho que lo siento. ”

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26, 40, 47, 60 y ☀️

26: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

aerosmith.

40: what are some things you find endearing in people?

mm, que sean capaces de hacerse responsable de sus acciones y no huir de las consecuencias. o que no tengan miedo a ser ellos mismos, independiente si la gente los juzga o no.

47: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

a mis perros.

60: are/were you good in school?

lo era. no me gustaba serlo, pero lo era.

☀️sobre alguien que significa mucho para mi personaje.

mi abuelo era el hombre más bueno, inteligente y genial que he conocido en mi vida. de hecho, no creo que alguna persona pueda superarlo. siempre lograba hacerme reír, incluso cuando tenía malos días donde lo único que quería era huir de casa o encerrarme en una habitación y no ver a nadie más. era joven e ingenuo cuando me alejaron de él, seguí escribiéndome cartas, sin embargo, pronto aquella tarea se hizo demasiado difícil para él. era un buen hombre, el mejor de todos. no sé que hice para merecerlo, para poder disfrutarlo por el tiempo que hice, pero sea como sea, espero que él no esté mirándome sea donde sea que esté, porque estoy seguro de que no estaría demasiado orgulloso de mí.

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Todas las que llevan 8. o/

8: what’s something that made you smile today?

probablemente ha sido el chico de diecisiete años que no paraba de hablar de lo mucho que echa de menos a su perro, incluso ha traído imágenes del can para mostrárselo a sus compañeros.

18: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

unas zapatillas converse negras. nunca fallan.

28: tell us about your pet peeves!

cuando la gente mantiene los baños sucios y desordenados, la gente mastica chicle con la boca abierta, cuando la gente copia ideas de otras personas y reciben crédito por ello. 

38: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

mi hermana pequeña, creo. no le gusta que me marche, pero tampoco parece estar demasiado dispuesta a unirse al campamento (y eso es un verdadero alivio).

48: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

no lo sé ¿?

58: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

mm. probablemente sea el hecho de que cuando tenía diecisiete años y mi hermana pequeña estaba recién cumpliendo sus doce años, para el día del padre... decidió darme un regalo a mí. era una foto nuestra enmarcada con un marco que ella misma había pintado. aún la tengo.