curator of love

cole | asian | bts & poetry half of my soul is the language of love.

[astaenomy]

Dear Taehyung, 

I truly believe that you are born at the end of December’s wintery breath because you are a gift of a year long warmth. 

love, cole. 

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mary Kate Teske

[soulinkpoetry-deactivated202505]

What is love ?

It’s not simply compassion,

not simply kindness.

In COMPASSION there are two:

the one who suffers

and the one who feels compassion.

In KINDNESS there are two:

the one who gives

and the one who receives.

But in LOVE there’s only one:

the two join, unite,

become inseparable.

The I and the YOU vanish.

To love means

to lose oneself

in the beloved.

Nikos Kazantzakis

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

[iambrillyant]

“taking time with this masterpiece i am becoming, remembering that i don’t have to rush how i sculpt my spirit in order to massage any egos. being patient with what i can’t control, remembering that sometimes the wind takes you not where you want to be, but to where you need to.

— iambrillyant

[astaenomy]

I can go anywhere I want, just not home.

Min Yoongi  x  Park Jimin Drabble

Aged-up Yoonmin, Canon Compliant

inspired by: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

“Yoongi-hyung” A soft voice calls him, a voice that used to lull him to sleep now seems deeper as the years have gone by.

“Jiminie.” Their eyes met and their memories together come crashing back like waves. He has been lost in the sea of what they once had even after all those years and now seeing him again he felt like drowning. “What made you drop by Seoul?” Yoongi adds trying his best to sound so nonchalant.

“Jungkook and Taehyung invited me for a drink tonight so I decided to drop by here to see how things are” Jimin explains looking around the older’s studio. The soft light of his studio caresses the younger’s skin as nostalgia etches his skin settling down to the bones that he so desperately tries to forget.

“Oh okay. I hope you enjoy” Yoongi says giving him a brief smile.

Silence.

The deafening silence cages him in the burning room of his mind. His body was burning, breaking down, tearing apart all the seams. The burns it left live on his skin like birthmarks as if it was a souvenir from the ghosts of his past.

“Hyung” Jimin calls, his calming voice still having the power to bring him back from his trance. Yoongi sees the way Jimin plays with the wedding band on his ring finger, bringing Yoongi back to the sad reality.

People have always believed Yoongi as someone cold and hard-hearted, but he knows, deep down, he has a heart because he felt it breaking inside his ribcage.

“You should come by Busan sometimes, the kids miss you” Jimin offers “Sure, I’ll bring sugar with me” Yoongi answers as Jimin smiles at him but it hurts. Yoongi feels his chest heavy and hollow all at once. It was as if he was longing for the comfort of the past to erase away the present.

Grief.

Can you grieve over someone who’s still living? Since the day Jimin walked away from his door grief has always sent him love letters. Grief kisses him good night making their past much brighter in hindsight. He drowns in his own denial as loss has its hand around his throat and he struggles to breathe, crying for air until his tears turn ricochet.

“I hope you are doing well, hyung” Jimin says as he walks to the door and Yoongi follows.

They are once again engulfed in silence until the younger turns around and his eyes are filled with care as if he genuinely hopes for Yoongi’s well-being ─ maybe he does, for the younger’s heart is big, but sadly, it was not big enough to leave a space for him.

“Are you happy?” Jimin breaks the silence, slightly tilting his head.

They say we are the architect of our own sadness, but why can’t he find the exit door?

He just wants to go home, but he can no longer do that for home is not four bricked walls, home is crescent eyes and sweet smiles. Yoongi feels more of a stranger than a resident in his house because home is never four bricked walls, home is warm arms and soft giggles.

“Are you?” Yoongi asked as the younger’s face lit up.

Home is something he can no longer return to.

“Yeah, I am.” Jimin lets out a breath as his smile got wider. Yoongi can see that there’s no vein of lie underneath his dashing smile thus he smiles too because he’s happy as long as Jimin is.

“Then I am too”

[astaenomy]

I can go anywhere I want, just not home.

Min Yoongi  x  Park Jimin Drabble

Aged-up Yoonmin, Canon Compliant

inspired by: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

"Yoongi-hyung" A soft voice calls him, a voice that used to lull him to sleep now seems deeper as the years have gone by.

"Jiminie." Their eyes met and their memories together come crashing back like waves. He has been lost in the sea of what they once had even after all those years and now seeing him again he felt like drowning. "What made you drop by Seoul?" Yoongi adds trying his best to sound so nonchalant.

"Jungkook and Taehyung invited me for a drink tonight so I decided to drop by here to see how things are" Jimin explains looking around the older's studio. The soft light of his studio caresses the younger's skin as nostalgia etches his skin settling down to the bones that he so desperately tries to forget.

"Oh okay. I hope you enjoy" Yoongi says giving him a brief smile.

Silence.

The deafening silence cages him in the burning room of his mind. His body was burning, breaking down, tearing apart all the seams. The burns it left lives on his skin like birthmarks as if it was a souvenir from the ghosts of his past.

"Hyung" Jimin calls, his calming voice still having the power to bring him back from his trance. Yoongi sees the way Jimin plays with the wedding band on his ring finger, bringing Yoongi back to the sad reality.

People have always believed Yoongi as someone cold and hard-hearted, but he knows, deep down, he has a heart because he felt it breaking inside his ribcage.

"You should come by Busan sometimes, the kids miss you" Jimin offers "Sure, I'll bring sugar with me" Yoongi answers as Jimin smiles at him, but it hurts. Yoongi feels his chest heavy and hollow all at once. It was as if he was longing for the comfort of the past to erase away the present.

Grief.

Can you grieve over someone who's still living? Since the day Jimin walked away from his door grief has always sent him love letters. Grief kisses him good night making their past much brighter in hindsight. He drowns in his own denial as loss has its hand around his throat and he struggles to breathe, crying for air until his tears turn ricochet.

"I hope you are doing well, hyung" Jimin says as he walks to the door and Yoongi follows.

They are once again engulfed in silence until the younger turns around and his eyes are filled with care as if he genuinely hopes for Yoongi's well-being ─ maybe he does, for the younger's heart is big, but sadly, it was not big enough to leave a space for him.

"Are you happy?" Jimin breaks the silence, slightly tilting his head.

They say we are the architect of our own sadness, but why can't he find the exit door?

He just wants to go home, but he can no longer do that for home is not four bricked walls, home is crescent eyes and sweet smiles. Yoongi feels more of a stranger than a resident in his house because home is never four bricked walls, home is warm arms and soft giggles.

"Are you?" Yoongi asked as the younger's face lit up.

Home is something he can no longer return to.

"Yeah, I am." Jimin lets out a breath as his smile got wider. Yoongi can see that there's no vein of lie underneath his dashing smile thus he smiles too because he's happy as long as Jimin is.

"Then I am too"