#veraxpalm

[minghaopalm]

⌗; help please ⌗

    Shit. Footsteps thudded against the pavement. An erratic pattern formed in his breathing. He spared a quick glance backwards before continuing to run straight forward like his life depended on it, longboard tucked between his arm and side. It seemed the jumble of worrisome and regretful thoughts overcame his common sense since he apparently forgot the entire purpose of his longboard, deciding to flee by foot instead. They were after him. He couldn't get caught now.

    The sonority in their voices were booming as they called after him. He ran into many familiar faces, muttering a quick 'sorry' or 'excuse me' as he came up with a last minute plan in his head. To his right was rather large crowd -- probably tourists or some students on their way to check out the universities. To his left was the Cattitude Cat Cafe. God, he hated that place. Not because he hated cats or the staff or anything, but he knew the moment he'd step into the building he'd emerge into a sneezing, sniffling, puffy-eyed frenzy. He had no other choice. If he were to "hide" among the crowd, he'd certainly be found out the moment they'd lay eyes on the lean kid with the small face and the silver hair. Who gave him the idea to dye his hair silver in the first place?

    He eventually dragged himself into the cafe, mentally and physically preparing himself for his body to betray itself. He took a quick look out of the window. The men were rather far down the street, but he could see they were making their way in his direction. In a panic, he handed his board to some stranger, telling them to "protect his baby" as he attempted to squeeze himself under that one fancy, white-leather sofa (and thanks to his lean structure, he did). "Please, please, please, please," he muttered under his breath. Thankfully nobody was seated on the seat as of yet, and he thanked his reputation as "that one kid who's weird as fuck" since not one customer was surprised enough with his actions to question him. "Wow. I might actually get caught this time. Great going genius. If you hadn't--" He was interrupted from his thoughts when he sneezed, his head shooting backwards and hitting against the bottom of the seat. "God," he whimpered as he rubbed the back of his head.

[palmminki-blog]

➳ aesthetica ;;

   the theatre district was a favorite place of minki’s on palm island. sure, quite a few of the people who hung around were just pretentious and didn’t actually know anything about art, but there was something about the atmosphere that soothed him. and the prices were usually cheap. that was important. 

   today minki found himself browsing through the aisles of a little art supply store he’d found just recently, art magazines on one side and a whole rack of faber-castell pens on the other. he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, maybe a brush pen, as his old one had dried up. he wasn’t terribly pressed to find one, as the majority of his work he did digitally, but it was still nice to have a good pen laying around to doodle with. he hadn’t even noticed someone had joined him in the aisle, too absorbed in choosing which pen he was going to buy.

[palm-yeeun]

〈 wrong place; wrong time。 〉

organic chemistry.

it’s one of yeeun’s most favorite topics, if she has to be honest. wait, yeeun paushes, pursuing her lips deep in thought, actually, she enjoys every topic of science. yeeun’s passion for science is probably why she’s still holding her chemistry textbook, after school hours, sitting in a park. it’s funny how despite wanting to live a normal life, yeeun is still attracted and is still pulled towards the art of knowledge.

deep in thought, she flips through the pages, occasionally pausing to scrawl notes in her hello kitty notebook. it is as though she in a world of her own – where chemical formulas take life and the only thing that matters is the experiment she has to prepare for her next class. gently turning the page (yeeun can’t afford to hurt her textbooks, they’re like pets to her), she moves on to the topic of deforestation and air pollution.

a strike of guilt hits her as she realizes she is under a tree and she is one of the causes to why trees will go extinct one day. i should stop breathing, she thinks before brushing it away as a unreasonable thought. however, before she can help herself, her mind has already filmed a drama – in which all trees are extinct due to humans, where trees will be lonely and there’s no place for animals to live and it’s all her fault and before she can help it,

yeeun bursts into tears.