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you should not being having fun at the essence of reverie shows without me
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springtime in the city learned that she get lonely
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I WANT TO SEE BAEKHYUN LIVE TOOOOO FUCKKK
#*fizzyspeaks#wdym he’s here in the states and i’m not throwing ass in the arena#he has paranoia on the set list 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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i’m 1 of 7 children (between my mom and dad’s kids, respectively) and only one of us (me) turned out gay?? something’s not adding up
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A new short piece, PLS refer to tags 🩷
Good morning, my sweetest thing.
The birds are singing again—can you hear them? I flung open the window just for you. A bit rude of them to be so chipper when you're still resting, but I suppose someone has to announce the day. I brushed your hair—it was starting to mat at the nape again—and I found one of my eyelashes tangled in it. A wish. So I made it. You know what for.
I changed the linens this morning, peeled them off your back like old wallpaper. You flake so easily now—it’s delicate, like pastry. I tried not to disturb your shoulder, where it split open last week. The bone shows now, you know. It catches the light like porcelain. So pretty.
I made us breakfast. I sat you at the table with me, though you slumped a little—don’t be embarrassed, love, I tucked a pillow behind you. I told you all about my dream: we were dancing in the kitchen again, bare feet on the tile, your fingers pressed into my hip like always. Except this time, when I turned around, your face had slipped clean off. Just teeth, and such a smile.
You would have laughed. I laughed. I think.
I kissed your knuckles before I left for the shops. Had to keep up appearances, right? Your hand came away with my lips again. I wrapped it in lace and tucked it into my coat pocket. Romantic, isn’t it? I carried a piece of you all day. I swear I saw your reflection in the freezer door at the butcher’s. You were smiling.
And now, here we are again. You, half sunk into the mattress. Me, sitting beside you like I always do. Whispering into your ear, hoping you’ll answer, even if it’s just a blink. Just a twitch. Even if it’s just a rattle in your lungs that says you’re still trying.
I’ll wait forever, you know. I think I already have.
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junmyeon’s gay ass in his comments talking about so sexy
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