VALOR IS DEAD.

WHAT ARE THESE DIVINE ECSTASIES?

[thepurgeau-blog]

sin is kept on busy streets where dusk protrudes. graveled torment reigns an entire kingdom, stonewall perfection unquestionable. victimized innocent stand afraid chained to bolded cowardice while corruption watches with bellied laughter— vengeance rules these empty streets where fear withers without grace. you stand under the heavens and testify shamelessly.

EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM:

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge. at the siren, all crime, including murder, will be legal for twelve hours. all emergency services will be suspended. your government thanks you for your participation. blessed be the new founding fathers for letting us purge and cleanse our souls. blessed be america, a nation reborn.

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[aeolusboy-blog]

You are the most useless member in Exo.

“reminding me of how my talent is constantly overshadowed by the others. how might i remind you of your cowardliness behind thecomputer screen? i imagine it's easy putting people down, but not in person, i bet.”

[aeolusboy-blog]

create a navigation page.

write up a disclaimer alert with rules.

send memes to people!

try my best to send people things! especially to those who reblogged & followed.

it’s 7am & i am tired.

adios amigos n’ amigas.

[aeolusboy-blog]

“LET'S LIVE WHILE DOING THINGS WE LIKE.”

[jyeons-blog]

Would you kindly reblog/like this if you’re gonna roleplay with someone no matter their faceclaim.

[aeolusboy-blog]

( / * his phone's already in hand. anxiety is a curse when he sees the censor moving, proving that jongin's ready to respond right then and there. he's taking some time, and sehun averts his sleepy, brickwall-like gaze towards the little sunlight that inhabits his room; hurting his eyes. his phone alerts him without warning, and he slowly faces its unmoving screen. he could hear jongin's voice through the words he typed with life, and a smile of mischiefー all on its ownー finds sehun's lips. he pressed the right buttons, he'd like to think. he shuts his phone off into a comatose, letting his arm bounce back against his mattress while the ceiling stares back at him. inhales and exhales, he closes his eyes and reopens them ) .. alright. ( / * is all that he murmurs to himself, sitting up in a swift position to land on the floor. staggers out of his room and remembers not to bump into the wall as it could've been the ninth time he sought an opportunity to bruise his hip. heads for the stairs and into jongin's room. firstly, he stands at the door with his head against the post, then proceeds to disrupt his peace ) get up.

[aeolusboy-blog]

summer's fool.

     one: you are above a multitude of a thousand feet above and into the atmosphere. you're up so high that god can see you but he can't make way to greet you (and he worries about you, oh sehun. pushing yourself to your body's limit). but instead, your body is aching with exhaustion and your fingers are shaking against your thighs. you try to fall asleep, but the plane's engine is a savage in your ears and your eyes burn when closed. she (cute; perhaps older than you are. wears a smile that you haven't seen before, and you wonder if she's like this with everybody else, the passengers, or if you sit on a throne of specialty for her) offers you a meal, lunch, and you shake your head. you can't eat because your appetite has been stolen from you nights before. somehow, you manage to drift asleep in the clouds. it feels like a blessing.

     two: you're rushed off the plane and a bandmate distinctively tugs you along. everything is a great big haze, you feel like breaking down right then and there. exit the plane. down the hall, out of the cute stewardess' sight. things feel safe. you slide on your sunglasses, prepare your passport, phone, and earbuds. then everything hits you like a storm and you feel your insides churning. fans of all ages beckoning you, flashes everywhere, it's difficult to breathe in tight, confined spaces. you cling to the rest of your bandmates for security but they find it cute; and you just want to end it all. they won't cease to let you inhale and exhale. you wonder if you'll die just like this. you're finally outside and the world is brighter and more green. better, but not worse (and that's satisfying).

     on the van ride home, he thinks of his roommate, mark tuan, while reading the received messages.

     ( sms, taiwan ) .. no, hyung.      ( sms, taiwan ) let's go shopping together. i miss you.

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