HOW TO KILL A GOD

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man after about a year and a half ( for half of which i was not even here but cOUGHS ) i’m gonna have to switch things up!

i’m going to try a verse i’ve never done before, use an fc i’ve never used before, and we’ll see how it goes!! to all you guys that have been here since feb 2015 man u guys are the mvps , after a few tries of getting sungbin back i’m just gonna go for a whole entire switch!!

tysm for dealing with my shit :’) and for playing with sungbin, but now it’s time for a new change , so until then

pce y’all ✌️ catch ya’ on the flip side !!

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11:41AM, i wish they'd come back and tell me they want me again. i keep trying to move on. it's not working.

+ anonymously tell me the time and what you’re thinking

2.32 AM : I feel that, going forward is harder than just falling back. That’s on you, to see if it’s worth wasting your morning on the face you wish was in front of you. Or if you spend your future mornings looking for a face worth trusting, someone worth waking up next to.

Your choice.

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1:45AM - a picnic always sounds nice but then you factor in the bugs that want to come for your food and how loud everyone is when it's a popular hour -- that makes me want to check out tbh.

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12:46 AM : Hit up the status quo, break up with it for a little. Find that piece of beach that nobody knows about, find that spit of prairie as nature’s gift, or sit by the other end of the stream — the parts other people are missing.

Why check out when you got your own way of checking in?

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2:09pm and I'm thinking I should've have put so much sriracha in my burrito for lunch. I'm in the middle of a class and my bowels are killin' me. My ass is gonna hurt like hell later.

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1.32 AM : Ah fuck…listen Sriracha is a blessing to the world but shit man it’s not supposed to be in a burrito. Friend, do yourself a favor man. 

Eat another one tomorrow.

[penncho-blog]

“oh my fucking god. i hate you so much.” she wore one of his gigantic sweaters along with some pair of shorts she brought from her own home. she was sitting crossed legged and her elbow on her knee for her head to rest on her hand. she was a sore loser ( even if it was just one lost ) spence would hated to lose, she was far too competitive for anyone’s own good. “you finally won me fucker.” she whined as she dropped her last cards. “I hate you.”

[aphrodante-blog]

      ❒ " she says she hates me. ” he put a hand to his chest, dramatically leaning down to the floor as though he’d suffered a heart attack. of course, all before he comes up with a big smile and flings the card at her, a big laugh escaping him. “ boo-yah!! ”

          “ man, i am on a fuckin’ high right now. ” he leaned back onto his palms and nodded towards spence (in one of his sweaters, again) , winking. “ okay, the bet. you lost. wassup, you gotta pamper me for an hour. ”

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i really love how you reply to your anon time and thought meme, its super just poetic and great keep it up fam

yo thanks fam :^)

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12.34PM and i'm holding her hand as i type this, she's watching a movie and i'm wishing i could be better for her. she asks what i'm doing, and as always i just reply "thinking of you"

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12.41 AM : Two people that can perfectly cater to one another – that’s not a relationship. It’s not a push and pull, it’s not off-days and on-days, it’s not working together to get better. Forgetting that is a weakness, but leaving your mind to soak in that is suicide.

Think of them, be good to them. ‘Dunno when you’ll lose them.

[archaistes]

and the gorilla rattles on, and on – and on. another knock on the head with this joker’s running mouth might have his hands itching for a moment to clasp fingers round a throat, clenching. (he’d usually have this done on a pretty woman, not waste a breath, let alone mere glance at this modern buffoon before him.) 

“maybe your little bird brain can’t bear to fathom it,” starting off, tongue bitter, mouth sour. the ever so stressful topic of asha always ringing some sort of irritation, heart drumming impulsive rage off her. “but i expected her to at least not come back to some excuse of a man.” asha yang, his insolent handful now dragging this wet dog of a being before him, bedding a dumpster roach. “though predictable…” 

not that sehun is surprised necessarily, asha always dwindling in sheets of those undeserving. 

but the reoccurring sheets of those who fester off as an excuse of a man? so much for wasting his time asha. (there is an elation in knowing she is out of his sanctuary, though heart seething in it’s roots planted for her.) 

of course spite follows, the heart knows more than his mind in his needs. but of course if the heart acts and not the mind, it spurs wildly. “well, i’m telling this to your little neanderthal brain to enjoy her while you can.” 

“not like you’re the only one that has her in bed, sweetly.” (nor has he in such an elusive manner, but has once had her sweet comforts of her arms and lips on his bed.) “dude.” mocking such slang of their intelligent language. shame.  

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     ❒  bird brain, excuse, neanderthal. after listening to this guy talk, there would not be a single person on earth (no, not even asha) that could convince sungbin that he was a decent human being. his arms crossed in a parental manner, who the fuck did this kid think he was? an ego this big could solve global warming in an instant.

          “ maybe you can’t really stoop down to the level of common decency, ” he mocked, with a sweet and sultry taste engulfing his senses. “ but you’re seriously coming up with your own assumptions. ” sure, sungbin had a few good nights with asha but this was simply his good samaritan singing through. the prince of sheba kicked her out for god-knows-what, so sungbin took on the responsibility.

          they wouldn’t even be living together, since he mostly lived at his studio. which left the apartment (it wasn’t much, if anything it was a room and then some) to dust and go gray. but would sehun hear that? not even if it was through the voice of god himself. he was talking about her like she was bruised piece of meat left in the back out of lazy negligence. 

          his hand grazed his chin, sungbin hadn’t shaved (neanderthal?) in a few days, leaving his fingers to hold a strange sensation from stubble. it distracted him for a blissful moment, before going back to this unfortunate conversation. could you blame either of them for hating this waste of breath? they couldn’t be any more different, yet here they are. 

          he simpily shrugged at the last comment, finding that this was going far beyond a dispute between themselves. was there commitment between sungbin and asha? not really, they never got past an all-tell text to say their bed was free for the night. “ ‘kay, listen, i don’t know what your problem is but you kicked her out. if you’re so fuckin’ emotional about it, then why’re you kickin’ her out? ” 

[aphrodante-blog]

2.54 PM: i'm still thinking about someone i wish i stayed closer to. i'm still thinking of things while i do my daily dos and don'ts. i still think about how i have to survive another day and the next, to one day get to where i wish i was.

+ anonymously tell me the time and what you’re thinking

11.16 PM : And yet again, we still fall asleep and wake up at some point. The hard part is waking up with a smile, like you’re ready for the world. The things you have to do everyday, the people you let go of - or maybe they let go of you. But lemme’ tell you, you got hella days left in your life.

More hands to hold and more mornings to conquer.

[aphrodante-blog]

4.32 am / i'm getting tired of waiting for light but once it shows up, i feel so incredibly warm. its like i'm confident that i'm safe, i made it i to a new day and finally i can sleep.

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10.17 PM : I haven’t gotten there yet, but God - do I know the feeling. Kinda makes you forget the shit that happens during the day, where you’re on guard. Where you watch the news and feel bad for changing the channel, thinking about another country and thinking about how you’re in a better position. 

But that’s the thing, that morning it’s all yours. The sun, the warmth, the light, the day - it’s yours. You’re one in how many billion? Stay warm, soak it in. You never know when you’ll forget how good it feels to feel safe.

[aphrodante-blog]

12.14AM : it's peculiar. the burden of certain memories always stay close by. things in life fall in and out of place, covering and revealing those memories. it's a cycle. i can't tell if it's relieving or it makes things worse. you would think that things would fade, but it doesn't really.

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1.29 AM : i can’t stand the nights where the worst memories keep you up, or the nights where the best memories lull you to sleep. each thought provokes another one to wake up and make you toss and turn, as if you were ever uncomfortable.

you just flip to the other side because you think physical comfort has something to do with turning off whatever goes off in ya’ head. 

takes a few hours for it to kick in.

[aphrodante-blog]

12:06 am i feelin' good because i'm happy or because i'm delusional?

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1.23 AM : weird feeling, right? ‘s like a high of some sort, your thoughts are everywhere creative juices be flowin’ but somehow you have sleep on the back of your mind.

sleep is like an obligation.

Anonymously tell me the time and what you're thinking

[yanghwa-one]

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                   ✰ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ  :  @archaistes !!!

       ❒ why the fuck was he so bothered? frankly, he assumed it would be an easy process since this kid wanted asha out. everything thus far, though, almost made sungbin think that there was some strange ploy to keep her in. he keeps his body posture as high as his level of patience. which, mind you, was starting to hinder.

          “ what are you tryin’ to say? ” he was alone with sehun ( yes, he was uncomfortable and yes, he was seriously trying to pretend like he wasn’t uncomfortable ) and given the situation, sungbin was simply miffed at the fact that he was kicking her out like this. not that it was really his place to say so. he kept his gaze somewhat vehement, out of pure caution.

          “ dude, you’re the one kickin’ her out. ” aka why the fuck are you telling me all this?

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                   ✰ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ  :  @59apothecary ( asha ) !!!

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       ❒ he blinked at least seven times before really understanding what she said. “ the fuck you mean you don’t have a place to live? ” he rose a brow and blinked. 

          they sat in his rather raggedy one-room apartment, just on the border of downtown where prices were cheap and air conditioning was done through an enormous electric fan. his living room bled into every other room, the only one that had a proper door was the bathroom. the thought sped through his mind, but he wanted explanation.