jxnhee

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

i just want to be everything to someone.

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.

The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket

[jxnhee]

September 15th 2013 - 3:53am

I've never given much thought to what it would feel like to see you again; the only words that found my mind were ones of longing and sadness. I wanted nothing more than to find myself once again willingly intoxicated by you, your smile, your touch. But today I napped and I dreamed about you. And it wasn't a particularly bad dream nor was it particularly good; it just was. I'm not sure what this even means, all that dream bullshit makes absolutely no sense to me. But what I do know is that when I woke, instead of feeling satisfied and whole once more, I felt resentment. For you, but more so for myself. To say this was unexpected would be an understatement but I realize now that by seeing you, whether it be in the flesh or in my head, I am reminded of the reasons why you are no longer here, holding my hand or patting my back with a "don't worry, it'll be fine" to match. It seems I had forgotten these exact reasons. Despite the fact that it was far from enjoyable on my part, I almost glad that you leaked through my thoughts today. Perhaps this is life's way of kicking me and telling me it's time to move the hell on and get out of this funk. Either way, I'll have to think about it. - yours, Junhee fin 4:00am

[jxnhee]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath (via epikhi)

[jxnhee]

{' he reaches out, thin fingers tapping your shoulder lightly } T-Thank you f-for following. I-I'm Kyungsoo

It's alright. [`smiles lightly] Junhee. 

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[jxnhee]

[`narrows eyes] That's easier said than done, I'd say. But... I mean, I may as well try, right? Living without stress. Sounds like paradise. 

  {`a quiet involuntary chuckle escapes his lips and he shakes his head slowly} there is no need to keep up. merely take the days as they come and do whatever the hell you want. life is a lot like this, right? we might as well live like all the days truly have blurred into one; there must be a lot less stress that way.