Scattered Pieces

Kris, 22 years of age Writer, University Student Living with Dissociative Identity Disorder Disclaimer - Sexuality - r/s - Tracking - Connect

[askboxmemes]

Tell me in my inbox where on my body you would bite me.

[fragmented-kris-blog]

Such a pity, you don't own me anymore.

Wait...I owned you?

WHY WASN'T I MADE AWARE OF THIS?

[fractioussam-deactivated2017010]

[krisadilli]

When I get comfortable with people I start using them as pillows and foot rests

[fragmented-kris-blog]

I'm playing luck here but maybe you won't remember me, still stranger you know. Anyway, have a dog to accompany the cat. I think it's a Jack Russel Terrier. Later.

....{`scratches the back of his head, unsure of who the stranger is. He hears 'dog' and his eyes automatically light up} DOGGY? {`gasping, he leans down to pet the new dog} THANKS, MISTER! I'll feed it and love it and take care of it. Wow I've never had a dog before... I'll name you... I'll name you... CHESTER. {`he hugs the dog lovingly} I love you Chester...

[fragmented-kris-blog]

I don't know you, you don't know me. We're probably never going to see each other again, so have a pregnant cat. She's yours. (/leaves;

......................wait....what? I...I don't even like cats... {/stares at the cat, seeing its stomach and wondering how far along shei s}

[yungkooks]

airport fashionista kris wu

[fragmented-kris-blog]

Ah.. hello there.

H-hello there? Yes, yes hi. {/nods, eyes looking down before he bows completely} How are you, miss?

[cheebah]

[irkens]

[empressmatincatorce]

I feel like i just witness a very cute ‘hide the body’ scene…

[xiaxlu]

“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.” 

Silently he crept into the darkened room, cautiously glancing down the hallway and pausing in the doorway. The sounds of soft snoring and ruffling sheets met his ears, allowing a sigh of relief to leave him as he ventured further. The kitchen was a curious place at night; the light of the moon casting through the windowpanes, leaving much of the room in shadows. Quickly he shuffled towards a specific cupboard, pulling open the wooden door with an excited smile. “Here you are…” he muttered, a look of sadness in his eyes as he removed the contents from their fortress. Teacups; most of them broken, and no two alike in pattern. Once each one was removed, he sat in the middle of the tiled floor surrounded by these treasures. “You’re my only reminders. The results of this— obsession. One day I’ll find it; my escape, my safe haven. My Wonderland. But…help is needed…”

like/follow/reblog; Can you help him find his Wonderland?

Bio • Semi-AU • semi-literate/literate • 18+ • semi-para/para/script • AU/general/other fandoms friendly

[pleoros]

Christophe Jacrot

Cities In The Rain

New York City

New York City

Paris

Paris

Hong-Kong

Tokyo

[jeremybdavis-blog]

[belovedbittersea]

[dvdp]

[overkitten]

reblog and make a wish

this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so

[ron-nasu-blog]

i have to

[straightinatbella]

why not

[haimbaby-deactivated20140208]

i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck

[poundlickwaffle]

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

[monogatariwa]

here goes nothing

well lets see 

[dysphorism]

love this

[exhele-deactivated20171231]

i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post 

and now he’s my bf

..WISHING AGAIN. YAY

[coral]

you :(

[a-cidlife]

Not going to lie, I made a wish when I reblogged this this morning, and my wish came true an hour ago.

[jonginmene]

The apology was a shock, but Jongin only glanced over as the other man continued to talk. It seemed he had changed completely and it made him arch his eyebrow quietly, the only expression on his face before he shook his head. “Clearly you don’t remember, we ran into one another. That was my equal payment. I told you to skip formalities, that I didn’t want to deal with you being overly sensitive. So you can just stop. I don’t want the money nor do I want your apologies. It’s in the past, let it go. There’s no use in crying over spilled milk.” Jongin waved his hand dismissively, licking his lips as he plucked up the frappucino that was loaded with enough chocolate to send anyone into a diabetic coma, a few cake pops tucked into a small paper bag. “I liked you better yesterday, at least you seemed to have a brain.”

[fragmented-kris-blog]

...What was he supposed to say to that? He racked his brain over a few times trying to find something to come back with, but all he could muster is another 'sorry' and bow, hand still stretching out and expecting the other to take it. "You...." He frowns, hearing the final insult. "No need to be rude. I was just trying to be nicer to you since I took advantage of you yesterday. I don't want your money." He let out a small huff and put the money on the counter giving a wave of his own. "It's not crying over spilled milk, it's just being a good person. Learn about it." Realizing he wasn't going to get anywhere, he only bowed one more time before returning to his table.

[jonginmene]

Jongin’s disinterested look returns to the slightly taller male and he makes a soft, disbelieving sound. He couldn’t believe that someone would forget something like that, but then again he had met stranger people over the past few days. “You slammed into me and we shared a nice caramel frappucino together on our chests. It was kinky really. You bitched about your bag.” Stepping forward without a second though, Jongin places his order, passing over a few bills before he steps back, figuring what he had supplied had been enough information to get the man to leave him alone for the rest of the evening. 

[fragmented-kris-blog]

Kris could only furrow his brow at the other, looking down as he explained what happened. Of course he couldn't remember, but it became clear to him who was partly responsible for the incident. And probably where the extra money in his pocket came from along with his favorite shirt being ruined as well. "I'm very sorry, I guess I was just a little bent out of shape from this deadline that I had coming up for something." It might have been the truth for all he knew, but then again this wouldn't have been the first time that he knew of Wufan's distaste for people, especially if his possessions were involved. Digging into his pocket, he takes out the thirty dollars he had, and reaches out to the younger looking one. "Here. I didn't spend any of it. If you want I can give you extra for the drink you just bought. I really do apologize for the other day..."