You told us that we’re the light to you and you can’t shine without us, but I hope you found that your words have always applied to you. You’re our moon who finally met the star, and I sincerely hope you found the peace and happiness you were searching for. Thank you for the time you gave us, and please continue being the glow that ignites our paths as we walk down this dreary road.
You will always be the brightest light, Moon Bin.
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earth2bucky, The Haunting Of Hill House // Jamie Anderson // chloeinletters, tumblr post // princes-heels, tumblr post // boymiffy, tumblr post // petrichara, tumblr post // Richard Siken, War of the Foxes // Vision, Wandavision // Shannon Berry // Neil Hilborn, "For Henry, Who Has Just Gone" // Guillermo del Toro, The Shape of Water
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Nice things I saw on my drive back from my parents house today: A maple leaf twirling as it fell, a freight train that I got to ride alongside for several minutes, a pond with an island of trees in the middle, my favorite farm with the rolling hills.
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I hope in another universe
Our souls find themselves
Intertwined again
And I hope that then
We meet before all the chaos
Of past lives
And all the uncertainty
Of broken hearts and severed ties
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I was reading through a journal entry from a month ago, and as much as I am struggling now, this part of it brought a smile to my face:
“Hey, Universe? Please don’t kill me before he leaves. I want to savour every moment I have with him. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love and I don’t want to die while he’s still here. Actually maybe let me live long enough for him to figure out his feelings so I can kiss him. I’d really really like to kiss him. And cuddle with him. And go on a dinner date with him. And watch a movie with him. And hold his hand. And hear his laugh a few more times. And throw a few dozen more paper airplanes at him. And listen to more of his stories. And keep falling for him.”
Little did I know, while I would not throw any more paper airplanes at him, about 74 hours later I’d be watching a movie with him while cuddling and holding hands. And about another 2 hours later I’d be kissing him (and so much more). And another 2.5 weeks later I’d go on a proper dinner date with him. And throughout those weeks I’d get to hear so many more stories and laughs and get to hold his hand and kiss him so many times.
Past me really got lucky— she got everything she wished for that was semi-possible. Maybe if I write down a wish now for him to fall back into me when he comes back in 16 months, then maybe I’ll get to look back on this and think to myself that things worked out in the end.
But that’s a huge maybe (it probably won’t happen) and the next 16 months are going to hurt. And I can’t let myself spend the next 16 months hoping for the sliver of a chance that he comes back to me, because if he doesn’t, then it will break me all over again, and I will have lost 16 months to pining after someone I shouldn’t have. So I will try to tell myself there is no chance. I won’t be able to stop loving him— that would be lying to myself (it would be ridiculous to fight something so natural), but I will not let myself hope.
There is no hope. If I say it three times fast in the mirror maybe it’ll stick in my head.
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Sometimes I wish I could turn back time.
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I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator.
Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize.
It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate.
I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual."
No, you didn't.
There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.
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