BEFORE THE LIES

into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely

[devourtruth]

@stvrnja​ continued from (x) 

she takes his moment of self reflection in amusement. her statement was meant as a casual answer to a question he never asked. instead it seemed she deflected it in his direction as he contemplates the complexity of something she deems simple. she’d revealed her m.o., yes, but not many know what to do with the knowledge. to find out what someone cares about most is easy, even the most stoic and apathetic will always soften their gaze towards something, someone. the tricky part is turning it around to kill them from within. 

it’s art, really. or sadistic. she pays no mind to the vulgarity of it all. 

“immortality is not that easy to attain,” she mumbles before taking a sip of her coffee. “everyone loves. there is concrete proof, in lives lost, lives gained, in sacrifice and difficult decisions. don’t tell me you’re one of those people!” she wrinkles her nose and smiles in amusement. “the type who think love isn’t real, thinks its a waste of time or whatever?” she relaxes back into her seat to further evaluate him from this new light. 

“you’ve never seen it? the way people look at each other? the way they drop all common sense just to please another person? or, perhaps the tender gaze exchanged between...an inanimate object?”

[littlelovelymemes]

✰ * º ❛ lovely little lonely ask meme ❜

‘  here’s to now and nothing else.  ’ ‘  in this moment, i could die with you.  ’ ‘  never felt like this before.  ’ ‘  dizzy, drunk, and beautiful.  ’ ‘  here’s to all this culture’s rules and your pretty things.  ’ ‘  how dirty, wild, and juvenile.  ’ ‘  we ain’t got no time for what tomorrow brings.  ’ ‘  i never wanna be a distraction.  ’ ‘  i feel okay all over, void of all composure.  ’ ‘  i like the lips you kiss with.  ’ ‘  your lips are bad behavior and i’m in danger.  ’ ‘  i don’t have time for your feelings.  ’ ‘  you’re insecure, but don’t be.  ’ ‘  say soft, but don’t be gentle.  ’ ‘  it’s altogether mental.  ’ ‘  let’s go to a place where we can forget.  ’ ‘  leaving’s overrated.  ’ ‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses.  ’ ‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses, but adore you like the roses.  ’ ‘  you’re bad for me.  ’ ‘  i’m a lush, i know you notice  ’ ‘  what would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to?  ’ ‘  you flash like a setting sun.  ’ ‘  you come around, i come undone.  ’ ‘  can’t find the sound under my tongue when i look at you.  ’ ‘  i lose my voice when i look at you,  ’ ‘  just another lovesick afternoon.  ’ ‘  just yesterday, i couldn’t help but think of you.  ’ ‘  you come around, i lose my brain.  ’ ‘  i’ve been searching for the right words, but i can’t even find an echo.  ’ ‘  don’t you let go.  ’ ‘  there are only twenty-six letters i can use just to tell you i won’t let go.  ’ ‘  you told me we were only two punch drunk souls tangled in the wind.  ’ ‘  is the sadness everlasting?  ’ ‘  it creeps on in to the calmness of yourself.  ’ ‘  it creeps on in until it hurts like hell.  ’ ‘  you know i never knew how much i was getting into.  ’ ‘  i can’t say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry.  ’ ‘  babe, you’ll never be lonely.  ’ ‘  don’t you understand? you’ll never be alone again.  ’ ‘  do you remember the days we were golden?  ’ ‘  for worse or for better.  ’ ‘  we said forever, forever ago.  ’ ‘  do you remember?  ’ ‘  lets leave the lonesome heat behind for better weather.  ’ ‘  always just where you are, not where you’ll always be.  ’ ‘  so, wherever you are in the world, i want you to be there and only there.  ’ ‘  please know that life would be shit without you.   ’ ‘  i feel all sorts of good just thinking about you.  ’ ‘  i genuinely hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if you have to find it alone.  ’ ‘  let’s take our time while it’s still ours to take ‘cause some things hardly change, but nothing ever stays the same.  ’ ‘  let’s fall back in love.  ’ ‘  let’s fall back in love with the world and who we are.  ’ ‘  let’s do the things we never talked about, but never did before.  ’ ‘  darling, don’t blink because you will.  ’ ‘  and when you open up your eyes again, you may not recognize a friend.  ’ ‘  it may be bittersweet ‘cause we’re no longer seventeen, but we’re still young.  ’ ‘  dance with me in naivety and follow endlessly the sound of reverie.  ’ ‘  the past is in the rear view and the future holds no weight.  ’ ‘  we’ve got a lot, but what do we got to lose?  ’ ‘  i’m losing track of time.  ’ ‘  forget the hearts and all the flowers.  ’ ‘  it’s tough to be anything these days, but i think i love time the most when i’m with you.  ’ ‘  the truth doesn’t mean a thing.  ’ ‘  don’t you get lost in the nostalgia.  ’ ‘  it’s not too late.  ’ ‘  the only thing i’m really sure of, i’m unsure of almost everything.  ’ ‘  i’m looking up and looking forward.  ’ ‘  there’s nothing back there for you or me.  ’ ‘  so you say you are broken, beaten, used and mistreated. tired, shattered, bruised and battered.  ’ ‘  i only wanna talk to you.  ’ ‘  you see, yesterday i said tomorrow. i learned today tomorrow can’t be saved.  ’ ‘  the less you know, the more.  ’ ‘  i will speak in cursive about the way it was when days were young.  ’ ‘  now the clock talks so loud, articulate and perfect, about the way it is.  ’ ‘  we ain’t kids.  ’ ‘  and did you know, i only wanna talk to you?  ’ ‘  i remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again.  ’ ‘  and the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found.  ’ ‘  but then it all turned around.  ’ ‘  dearly depressed and broken hearted…  ’ ‘  i’d like to let you know that boys cry too.  ’ ‘  don’t let them tell you how you’re feeling.  ’ ‘  i wonder why nobody is asking you.  ’ ‘  are you free or are you in sorrow?  ’ ‘  are you free or are you being borrowed?  ’ ‘  how do you feel?  ’ ‘  what’s your condition?  ’ ‘  you are alive, but are you living?  ’ ‘  give me your voice and i’ll give it a listen.  ’ ‘  are you complete or is something missing?  ’ ‘  so tell me, do your hands shake? does your heart break?  ’ ‘  whatever it is – whatever it isn’t – make sure that it’s real.  ’ ‘  you’re not alone in how you’re feeling.  ’ ‘  make sure it’s real, real, real.  ’

[devourtruth]

                                           muses / rules / ask

[inhyelation]

“really?” she perks up, slanted smile pinned at the corners of full lips. she emanates warmth, stained by the lingering presence of his skin against empty fingertips. helplessly and hopelessly. willingly and unknowingly. she looks at him in broken glances, each one the waning fragment of a novel she writes into his skin. a chapter where invisible freckles covet the bridge of his nose like specks of dust. another where his cheek dimples into a sand dune when he smiles, soft and charming. “i won’t forget you either.”

she’s always fighting fire with fire. there’s always regret buried deep behind her eyes until she realizes she is the weapon and this fight is a battle meant for one. gunwoo brings her to a screeching halt on her way out, the only route of escape becoming the very black hole that consumes her whole. he wraps phantom hands around her wrists; he turns the puddle into an ocean and suddenly, she’s drowning. 

“you can have anything you’d like. anything.” and she means it. she laughs, a soft trinket pinning to the passing breeze when she nods once. “okay. as long as the bingsu is good - i’m trusting you!” she looks down, evidently a little shy as she slips her fingers in between his, a little awkward and a little loose. “which way is it?” 

[devourtruth]

the tips of his ears burn to a muted red, flesh heating at the sudden surge of blood circulating. his heart remains as the rapid metronome to the chaos: badum badum badum! such open intimacy has his head in a tizzy, but hyeri remained cool in ways he could not fathom. arcs of lightning dance under his skin, emanating, flourishing until every fiber is hot wired into dangerous vivacity. he steals a glance her way, wonders if his emotions are so potent that she can feel the pain of uncertainty feed to her own consciousness. 

he leads them down the stairs but it feels as if he’s drifting, an out of body experience as his limbs suddenly feel as if they belonged to someone else, someone worthy of her personal contact. he understands that he’d never attain a status, for he hardly deserved minimal respect from passing souls, and yet she always brought something aching and volatile: the promise of possibility. 

“it’s just down the street,” he mumbles, which is odd for someone who was taught to enunciate his words, speak them with a lifted chin and squared shoulders. a power hungry father dictated his words always at speaking level, because if he had to raise his own voice then his argument was valid enough. gunwoo vaguely wonders why he couldn’t be more like his father in that aspect. 

“not too far. if you get too tired halfway through i’m not carrying you the rest of the way there. i’m leaving you behind for a scoop of mint chocolate chip.” he hesitates before tightening his grip, ignoring the way his brain sprouted nonsense on how it thought her fingers slotted perfectly into his, that it felt comfortable and familiar and horribly wholesome, how he’d follow her hand in hand straight to hell if she’d smile and ask him to. 

[devourtruth]

“All those things I did, I wasn’t trying to impress you, I just didn’t know how to express my feelings.” [ knock me out

There’s a stray feather a few feet away, and it enraptures her attention for the time being. It drifts upwards, falls a fraction, then relents to an eastward gust. Summer’s haze is nearly suffocating, dawn’s persistence in the dimming sky has a sheen of sweat coating her bare forehead. She should be grateful, she thinks. This has been the first time they were out in the open within the same vicinity – no four walls confining them in an air-conditioned space where other performers fill in the spaces between them. No, today they sat side by side on a shaded patch of grass that itched her bare thighs.

This is nice, she thinks, because it is. There were no expectations brought upon either of them for the briefest of moments, and the comfort has her melting into his touch, thinking perhaps it is okay to let her walls down for the atmosphere calls for vulnerability. She’s not drunk, she swears, but the melody of august’s symphony has her swaying in place, spirits lifted until they were up and dancing a summer waltz.

Perhaps he felt it too, the way he opened up to her without any prodding on her end. It started with an offhand comment, now his feelings are pouring out of his heart and drowning her in what she thinks is guilt, or something within the same phylum, because her emotions range between greed and apathy. There wasn’t much in between.

And she knew that his never went beyond the spectrum of ambition and discipline, and knew that he was wading in unfamiliar waters. This was new to the both of them, and they were handling it horribly, but it touches some form of fondness in her. She can never love Daehyun the way he does her, not in his devoted, polite way where he’s walking on eggshells, molding himself to fit her and her expectations. But she does love him, in a way where when he sleeps she will run her fingers through his hair, and when he laughs she will admire the spark in his eyes and the melody of it’s sweet tone, and when he beats himself up over a minuscule mistake on stage she will be there with a bottle of soju and a shoulder for him to rest his weary head.

“You…” She starts, hesitates as she’s trying to formulate a coherent way to verbalize her thoughts. “You’re beyond impressing me at this point.Stop thinking too hard about every step of the way. This isn’t rehearsal. This is me. Don’t calculate your every move, just feel, and do.”

[devourtruth]

@lnglorious continued from (x)

Human contact was jarringly foreign and relatively overwhelming. His hands roved over brief patches of exposed skin, tender, delicate, and yet it felt as if his fingers curled around her throat, constricting, depleting, suffocating. Her initial reaction is to wholly reject the unsolicited contact, push him away, suggest another a different activity that required them to sit across the room from each other, but she couldn’t tell you that she completely hated it. The attention, no matter how unwanted, was oddly nice in a repulsive way. Her breath hitches as his lips moved against her strained neck, and she does not relax even when he breaks contact. Haneul, for the most part, seemed vaguely unfazed, slightly oblivious with what he had just done. Sora, on the other hand, gripped the arm of the couch and was nearing the second minute in which she had yet to take a breath. 

Why was the only coherent semblance of thought in her cluttered mind, concepts and theories forming before disintegrating and re-figuring their place. Why did he do that? Why, in the middle of a cinematic masterpiece, did he think now was a good time? Why isn’t he addressing what he’s just done? Why didn’t she stop him? Why did she sort of like it? His nonchalance grates at her nerves, makes her think for a brief moment, that he had grown bored of her for him to retract and melt back into his side of the couch. She’s hyper aware of the point where their knees pressed together, and is quick to readjust herself in her seat before proceeding to walk on eggshells. Gentle, agile, careful. 

“Never seen it,” Her voice is strained, and she struggles to regain composure. “Probably never will. Heard I could watch Pocahontas and get the same effect.” Her archive of knowledge grows shallow in terms of pop culture, more so that factual statements are etched into memory than Blockbuster hits or music charts. Her interests range from science fiction novels to conspiracy theories sourced from the internet. There isn’t much in between, intimacy included.

“I just don’t think you’ve found what you’re looking for. And there has to be something specific, maybe something just as mentally stimulating, or so new-era that the general public hasn’t fathomed the concept yet. I’m sure there’s something from this decade that’s caught your eye.” 

[inhyelation]

( sms: 🙈  ) .. you are so nasty, kim gunwoo.  > you need some more color in your life. not just in your socks. it’s not my fault that your shirts are so soft and comfortable! and it’s definitely not my fault that you left it here! > sorry.. i won’t use your shirt as a smock ever again .. if it makes you feel any better, i was half-awake when i did it. > it depends… maybe. but i still wanna hear it.

[devourtruth]

[ txt: ♡♡♡ ] I am not nasty I am human!! [ txt ] im so offended is my apparel ugly enough to use as a smock [ txt ] im kidding. u probably looked cute or whatever idk so maybe that makes up for it being ... ruined...... [ txt ] I change my mind ur gonna make fun of me and I will not have any of it!!

[inhyelation]

( sms: 🙈 ) why were you looking through your laundry in the first place? > … i woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back asleep > so i was painting for class! > i didn’t think you’d notice 😒

[devourtruth]

[ txt: ♡♡♡ ] i was looking for my wank rag, obviously [ txt ] i was going through my clothes because i was doing laundry.  [ txt ] how could i not notice the splash of color on my plain t? i probably own 4 articles of clothings that do not range between black, white, and gray. two of them are socks.  [ txt ] would you laugh at me if i said something stupidly cheesy and horribly cliche?

[devourtruth]

@inhyelation

[ txt: ♡♡♡  ] I found one of my shirts stuffed in the bottom of my laundry pile [ txt ] splattered in paint [ txt ] something tells me you had something to do with this [ txt ] explain yourself

[devourtruth]

“If I’m really quiet, will you stay?”

all his life he had to beg: for mercy, for forgiveness, for a chance at life and living. tonight is no different, he’s left fighting for a fleeting cause. he thinks, maybe, this is an excuse. a cushioned no because he is to be treated delicately, a neon sign on his heart reading handle with care. irrationality was enough to show that he could not handle a simple refusal. does she know that these cracks are not from her, but from his father, his first death, his inability to function as a proper human being? the ideals of normalcy are always brushing at eager fingertips, almost there but not quite. seemingly attainable, actually impossible. was his fervent desperation too potent for her? 

shy touches has their fingers interlaced and he’s singing hymns of praises to someone who has long stopped listening. his heart soars and he thinks: this is happiness. 

then she’s pushing him away, trying to convince them both that they were no good, never will be. she’s blaming her faults but he’s blaming himself; he should be more understanding, he should be more reliable, he should be more affectionate. what did he have to do to prove it to her? he’s already offered her his cold blood, stained within the ridges of his fingerprints, coated under his fingernails, what more could she want? 

he’s empty now, all his heartfelt words spilled and scattered. he’s run out of things to say, she’s made her argument. there’s no reason for him to stay. 

except that she asks him to. there was his reason: she wants him to.

there was no need for verbal affirmation, but physical as he gathered her in his arms, rubbing circles on her back. 

‘i’ll stay, as long as you ask me to, i’ll stay.’

[devourtruth]

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t know already.”

if he were personally targeting her pride, she wouldn’t outwardly acknowledge it. be it so that they were mutually connected through a friend who claimed that the boy needed help (and plenty of it) in terms of passing through a particularly nasty program, one with a redirecting loop that could have anyone working in vigilance for hours with nothing to show of it. perhaps her extension of generosity in thoroughly explaining her step by step process, omitting any secrecy of her own self-developed defragmenting programs that reconstruct the program to allow her own presence to be undetected, he had the nerve to behave as if she were beneath him. perhaps it was some misplaced defense mechanism: his lack of self-esteem regarding his own assets could have him bluffing until she believed this perceived version of him was real. she should have been smart, should have researched on him before accepting his request. 

it was clearly evident that what he’s given her was an alias. a simple american name used to gloss over his overall occupation that would prompt her from preventing to inquire anything too personal. sora wasn’t too vocal of her curiosity anyway, she kept her research strictly online. she makes a mental note to run a face recognition when she has the time. 

rapid fingers cease, and instead angle the laptop his way. 

“then you’ll be able to get us through this firewall, right?” her lips curl into a falsely encouraging smile. “then we can call it a day and i’ll be on my merry little way.” 

[inhyelation]

(...)

“do you promise?“ she doesn’t know where to find the reasoning behind her words, but looks at him as if the answer lies just beyond the bed of his lips. she can call it hope. there is no other name for it. 

she feels sore when she picks herself off of the floor. heaviness anchors her feet, then drags a slim line across her lips. “your apartment isn’t boring… just a little hot.” teeth sink into a growing smile, eyes brightening as she reaches for his wrist. his pulse beats steady, thump-thump-thump, and she pretends not to notice her own picking up in pace. “let’s go. my treat.”

[devourtruth]

“Swear on my life,” he assures, figuring that was the only thing of worth associated with himself. perhaps she thought the same with the way her fingers always found their way wound on his wrist. The contact has him flustered, electricity dancing at the point of contact, spreading to the very tips of his fingers. He's quick to smother the feeling, keep it as repressed and in the shadows as possible because whatever they have going on right now, he wanted to keep it as pristine and undisturbed by his volatility as possible.

he toes on his sneakers, perks at the words 'my treat' and catches her gaze.

"then you won't mind if I order a whole sundae for myself, right?" a small smile curls his lips, and he gives her a look that reassured he was only joking. maybe. 

gunwoo has always been such a pliable little thing, sensitive in all aspects, easily heartbroken by the littlest of inconveniences. he thinks he’s no good for love, says it’ll end the way most good things do: horribly, abruptly, and with him buried in solitude and remorse. this, however, did not stop him from falling soft for the features of beautiful strangers. he believes his heart was first compromised by hyeri. 

it was a childish infatuation, he assures. nothing but a budding affection for big, bright eyes and an infectious laugh. he will allow himself this little secret, for it was nothing but chaste and destined to die soon. Habit was a wicked thing. They spent the following week running into each other, the awkward hellos transitioning to conversations contemplating first stage concepts. what he likes about her is that hyeri understands why rather than how. 

“there’s this cafe across the street. it’s a real sketchy area, but it’s honest to God the best ice cream and bingsu place in the country. besides, we’ve got to support small businesses, right? if we do, maybe the economy will turn around and i can live somewhere with a working air conditioner.” 

[inhyelation]

things you said when i was crying, things you said when you were drunk, things you said when you thought i was asleep, things you said after you kissed me, things you said when you were scared

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[blythestethics]

100 WAYS TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’: BOY MEETS WORLD EDITION

1. “You do your thing and I do my thing. You are you and I am I. And, if, in the end, we end up together, it’s beautiful.” 2. “All I know is you and I belong together.” 3. “I’ve always been able to talk to you, to make you laugh, and I’ve always, always wanted to take care of you.” 4. “I think you and I should spare ourselves a lot of uncoolness and walk through life together.” 5. “I’m sorry. I’d rather break my ankle into fifty thousand pieces than cause you pain.” 6. “All I understood was that you were the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with you I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything.” 7. “I wasn’t sure this day would ever come, but you were.” 8. “I wasn’t sure love could survive everything we put it through, but you were.” 9. “Now I know I want you to stand beside me for the rest of my life. That’s what I’m sure of.” 10. “The only thing that ever made sense to me was you, and how I felt about you.” 11. “You’re right. I said, ‘Kiss me, baby-sweetie, kill the relationship with the person I care about more than anyone in the world, and make me miserable for the rest of my horrible life.’ That’s what I said.” 12. “That’s what I feel is love—when I’m better because you’re here.” 13. “I will never forget you.” 14. “You’re the best person I know.” 15. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me. But I do know that I’m gonna be a good person who cares about people, and I blame you for that.” 16. “Your secret is safe with me.” 17. “You’ll always be with me. As long as I live, okay?” 18. “If I had to dream up the perfect woman, she wouldn’t even come close to you.” 19. “We’re a masterpiece.” 20. “I don’t care what you think right now. We’re gonna be together forever.” 21. “I care about you and me.” 22. “If every marriage failed except for one, I guarantee you that one would be ours.” 23. “I believe that when you find love, you hold onto it and cherish it because there is nothing finer, and it may never come again.” 24. “You’re the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 25. “I will never love anybody more than I love you.” 26. “It doesn’t matter to me what you look like. It only matters to me who you are.” 27. “Let’s not say goodbye. Let’s say ‘I love you.’ ” 28. “I can hate you or I can love you for the rest of my life, and those are the choices as far as I see it.” 29. “Love is the most amazing, rare, and precious thing in the world.” 30. “You don’t deserve that kind of pain.” 31. “I’m not going to kill you. It takes too much time to break in a new best friend.” 32. “Hey, when I got friends, I can get through anything.” 33. “If there’s bad feelings here we should work them out, because that’s what friends do.” 34. “No matter how difficult life gets, the important thing is to live it with hope.” 35. “You don’t have to be blood to be family.” 36. “Nothing’s going to come between us, alright? We’re going to be together for the rest of our lives.” 37. “Life’s tough. Get a helmet.” 38. “I will always look at you like this.” 39. “You deserve better.” 40. “I know that once I’ve met that special person, it’s hard to live knowing they’re out there, and they’re the only one I care about. “ 41. “All those things I did, I wasn’t trying to impress you, I just didn’t know how to express my feelings.” 42. “I know things are going to happen between us when they’re supposed to happen, and I know I’ll wait until they do.” 43. “The best things in life are worth waiting for.” 44. “If it’s any consolation, I think you can do a lot better than them.” 45. “You gave me my first kiss. You taught me how to dance. You were always talking about these crazy things, and I never understood a word you said.” 46. “I heard you telling my parents you thought I was smart. Just hearing you say that is worth 1000 SAT points.” 47. “This is a hug, okay? This is a hug. And this is when you hug somebody, when you care about them and you want them to know.” 48. “I said excellent, and I was talking about something you did. I don’t know what came over me.” 49. “I want you to be free to soar majestically as long as I know that you’ll always come back to me.” 50. “Thanks for saving me.” 51. “If I’m really quiet, will you stay?” 52. “You have extraordinary gifts.” 53. “There is always going to be someone better than you, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.” 54. “You made me feel better. You’re always there for me, just to listen to me, to give me advice.” 55. “You know, you help me get through stuff, just like you did today. You’re never going to be too old to do that.” 56. “I’ve been to three county fairs, two pig-stickin’s and a goat rope, but I ain’t never seen nothin’ like you.” 57. “I’d like you to come.” 58. “You are family.” 59. “I want you to forget about everything that happened between us and remember we’re friends.“ 60. “I want you to come to our party because it’s for friends.” 61. “Yes, I’ll call you Don Francisco.” 62. “You love him more than I do! It’s true, but I’m okay with it.” 63. “We’re married now. We can do it every night for the rest of your life.” 64. “I think it’s up to me to provide.” 65. “I’m sorry about what happened. I’m, I’m deeply, deeply sorry. Y'know? And I do take back what I said to you.” 66. “Do you want a blanket?” 67. “I trust you.” 68. “Believe in yourself. Dream. Try. Do good.” 69. “You never gave up on me.” 70. “I’ll be alone with you.” 71. “I can never really get mad at you.” 72. “I was just listening to the sound of your voice.” 73. “You’re my friend. You’re one of the best people I know.” 74. “Never leave.” 75. “Will you marry me?” 76. “Your hair looks different. Why would I laugh?” 77. “S/He’s not you.” 78. “I don’t want you to ever feel bad about yourself.” 79. “I don’t ever want you to hold yourself back because of me.” 80. “I’m in your memories and you will always be here to remind me.” 81. “I don’t want to lose what’s so special about you.” 82. “Use a mirror, babe.” 83. “You are not alone.” 84. “I know now that I will never, ever love anybody more than I love you!” 85. “We broke up for a reason; so we could get back together.” 86. “If you let people’s perceptions of you dictate your behavior, you will never grow as a person.” 87. “Money doesn’t make you rich. Life makes you rich.” 88. “It’s not the changes that matter, it’s how you react to the changes. That’s what makes you who you are.” 89. “If you ever need to talk, my door is always open.” 90. “I tell ya, I could watch you eat pizza forever.” 91. “The rest of my life? It’s yours.” 92. “I forgive you. I forgive you for lying.” 93. “Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you.” 94. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” 95. “If you truly loved each other, you’d risk anything for that love.” 96. “I’m not going anywhere.” 97. “Lose one friend, lose all friends. Lose yourself.” 98. “I’m still here.” 99. “Sometimes a sure thing is not the best thing.” 100. “I love you all. Class dismissed.”

[consilian-archive]

things you said that i wish you hadnt ( from sunmi !!

( STATUS: MEME NOT ACCEPTING. )

i. he remains quiet when she curses, learns how to peel off layer after layer when she gives him that look that speaks of so much more, of emotions he hopes he can ignore, of feelings he wishes she would return. he isn’t blind, nor is he stupid but he’s in love which is almost just as terrible: when you play with fire, you run the risk of getting burned and daehyun knows he would be afire if he’d keep giving her the power to destroy him. one snap of her fingers, and he’s dropping what he does to listen to her, one small kiss on the cheek and he completely forgets all of his responsibilities towards other people.

ii. he knows she’s using him but he learns to live with the fact that he’d rather be a second option instead of none at all. maybe there’s beauty in the way she bites the flesh of his lips open every time they kiss, every time he’s asking for just the smallest of gestures, for a tiny piece of evidence that she could learn to love someone like him. it’s wishful thinking but he takes what he can get, so long as it keeps him from accepting the honest, brutal truth. he’d have to be blind and deaf in order to ignore the pleas of his friends, colleagues, even his own manager shows himself concerned. she’s been using you, don’t let her do that.

iii. but he too, bursts, for he is only human. and he too, knows of moments where restraint cannot be shown, where emotions overboil and lead to things being said that nobody really means, to insults being thrown around, people screaming at one another. he’s no exception and neither is she         both are fickle and moody, and despite his yearning for some kind of affection from her, even daehyun has moments where he can’t take what’s being thrusted upon him. so he shouts at her and she shouts at him and they fight and don’t speak for a week again. she reaches out to him again but this time it’s him ignoring her, not picking up when she calls, ignoring her messages on his phone, refusing to open the door when she comes over to supposedly fix things.

iv. ❝if i could hurt you the same way you hurt me everyday, i’d do it in a heartbeat.❞

[devourtruth]

“I’m a real bargain, don’t you think? If you don’t take me, I’ll end up going somewhere else.”

“And who wouldn’t pick up a catch like you?” It comes out half sarcastic, because her affection for alcohol always made her soft for pretty girls. 

She tips the glass back, peers into the bottom of the bottle like she’s searching for answers or some other metaphor, then sets it down with blatant frustration because she’s not drunk enough to be skipping out on a fight tonight. The anticipation has been tingling at the surface of her skin, but at the call for a night out she’s abandoning her gloves for a pair of uncomfortable (but very cute) heels. Kyungri raises her hands, waves over the bartender and signals for another round. 

“So tell me, who left you high and dry, and stuck with me tonight?” Not that she minded the company. Sitting within her office for sixteen hours a day was becoming detrimental to her sanity. The papers piled on, the workload doubled due to favoritism and work place discrimination. Those are her hypothesis at least. For the time being, she’ll stick to politically correct terms. Perhaps she’d ought to call tomorrow off, because as of right now it felt like the shackles had broken and eager wings are ready to take flight. 

“You know what? This place is kind of boring. Let’s take our drinks to-go and find mischief in the streets. The music is monotonous and creepy guys keep looking at us like we’re anything but human.” 

[consilian-archive]

✖ (from sunmi lmaooo)

( STATUS: MEME NOT ACCEPTING. ) | hair kiss.

Privacy in his own home was hardly ever possible, not when you were part of a popular band under a company known for its status. On one hand, Daehyun was lucky for what he had: a stable fanbase, caring band members, good people with influence that surrounded him as well as the opportunity to make music, just like he had always wanted it from the get-go. So maybe his relationship to his family wasn’t the best and he hardly ever saw them but that didn’t have to mean anything, that didn’t have to ruin his life and career that he had built up for nobody else but himself.

But this was where Sunmi came into the picture       young, beautiful, elegant and both a proud idol as well as a small thorn in the company’s eye. Of course they knew of Daehyun’s relationship, of the fact that he was basically dating this young rookie who had yet to establish her own name in the Entertainment Industry and while mostly Daehyun’s manager was the one to conciliate between the company and its first boygroup’s respective leader, that still wasn’t enough to maintain and take care of the younger’s reputation.

Once word got out of the fact that he was head over heels for Sunmi, fans would go crazy and he knew that and yet it didn’t stop him. Didn’t stop him from seeing her, from texting her, from kissing her whenever he thought it was possible and that nobody else was watching. Surely, this was going to be a problem at one point in the future, when he wouldn’t look and just openly display his affection for her, when he wouldn’t notice someone else watching. It was the easiest way for a scandal to leak: carelessness (except when the company was counting on you to play your part but Daehyun knew this wasn’t going to be the case here).

So why did they permit him to keep seeing her? He didn’t know. Absolutely had no clue whatsoever, but he wasn’t going to start questioning the choices of the people in power and decided to simply enjoy what little time he had with the female.

❝Don’t you think they are going to wait for you at the dorm?❞ They were in his bed, mostly because he was just tired and wanted to hold her, lips coming up to meet her forehead and then moving towards her hair to place soft, careful kisses there while quietly musing what someone would be thinking if they knew that she was over here, spending the night with him. And while he was too exhausted to actually do something, too exhausted to actually get up and spoil her the way he wanted to, holding her in his arms already seemed to suffice.

❝Not that they think I’m keeping you here against your will.❞