"photograph of a young palestinian girl flying her kite on al-waha beach, gaza, 2011. on this day, 6,200 palestinian children filled the gaza sky with kites, achieving the guinness world record for most kites flown simultaneously. the culture of kite flying amongst gaza youth remains a symbol of resilience, creativity, and joy. over the past 7 weeks, the amount of children killed by the israeli state has nearly surpassed this number, continuing to rise each day. we must continue calling for a permanent ceasefire now. the devastation must end" — via @azeemamag on instagram
i love you, and i’ll tell you in three words, show you in a million ways.
the atmosphere filled with the hot breath of children, huening kai’s cousin’s, the stories of cereals and orange juice floating in it. there could be a list, scroll, or even walls filled with black expo markers listing how you feel for this man, yet none would capture the truth.
love isn’t delivered in the form of words limited to one or two syllables, but if not, then what way? indents on the colorful mat as a result of the table lying on it stay even after you move the furniture, moving a chair to replace its place.
love is felt in the way of associating the smallest of gestures or objects with someone, to your love. in the way of focusing your eyes on the spotlight, the boy’s smile as the blanket stays up from under the two items. dust remains in the air as the imaginary light feels too real, every other area illegal for your eyes to come to.
in the way of embracing the color of his ears grow as his warm hands leave your skin lingering in its wake. even with shoes made with velcro opposed to laces thrown on the ground; with teasing and playful yells coming from around; with fabric of bright colors containing logos of cartoon animals, you don’t fail to notice his reaction when you let out the words repeating in your head.
i love you.
a/n: finally showing my favorite draft because it's been in a cell since august 20th.. also, does this even make sense?
w: angst, implied breakup, mentions of drugs/medicine/needles (metaphors)
“you had it easy, (name).”
the interview question rang through one ear to the other, louder than the growl of the car engine and the playful yells of your members. everyone continued, walking or running, they continued moving, but you were stuck on that question. life was multiple things, complicated, deserved, mysterious. heck, a checklist could be written containing a list of words that could try to categorize this torture under the name of “life”, but easy is left an open box. nothing came to you easily, not friendship, not dance, not popularity, not love. by your parents, friends, by your love. unrequited love was filled in so many times, the indent in the paper from the multiple checks showing that.
effort applied never showed in your results when it came to love. considering yourself unlovable is a bad mindset, but what is left to think? truth never came in the form of gourmet beef served on a platter, but raw, uncooked meat waiting for you to intake the results. in this case. you learned the truth from seeing it.
kim jungwoo, your love, a man you forever wished to call your lover. was it a game of intuition? how long was it supposed to take to notice how the “i love you”s were only said if on the giving side? knuckle kisses, interlocked pinkies, yet never the full extent. not a toy, but a test. the needles felt so nice, but the after effects hurt if not treated with care.
kim jungwoo, your love, was your medicine. like a drug, you used him for happiness, like how he used you. yet, he wasn’t happy. in your head, you two were perfect. tight lipped smiles and loose strings always appeared as the opposite. too weak to pull the knot tighter, too oblivious to it slipping. as you never learned to tie your shoes right, you were obligated to trip.
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a/n: jungwoo doesn't fit this 😭 i only put him there because i asked my friend to give me a random idol</3 also, you're supposed to imagine yourself as an idol in this i think? with the mentions of interviews and members you can either say you're an idol or a member of a band but 🤷♀️🤷♀️
why do i always write breakups like.. i've never been in a relationship yet all the angst i write is breakups or death of a loved one?? i'm pretty this was written to test how i use metaphors in text/when they're appropriate (hopefully that covers the reason why there's so many here)
pairing - tuxedo mask!beomgyu x sailor moon!reader
synopsis - working at a local bakery in the morning, fighting villains and monsters alike at night, that had been your daily life for years. all until a mysterious identity of the name tuxedo mask shows up out of nowhere and disrupts your routine.
notes: lol this had been on my mind for a long time hope u guys like it my first smau 😭 ill be working on this alongside my written series tho! :)
extra: if links don't work, read through the #who? 🌙
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theartofmadeline
andulkaphoto
snowghoul
turnnoffyourmind
jbbartram-illu
baratheonpilled
origamiaround
