hi, i’m ivy (;
21, pisces
2nd account @ivstatics
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲.

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@lyyhyuck
hi, i’m ivy (;
21, pisces
2nd account @ivstatics
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲.
why is dating the hardest thing ever. oversharing disclaimer i guess. as a 21 year old with almost no experience, i cant even get myself to swipe right on a person i find attractive?? there are so many things to consider and i immediately have a mindset of "would this work as a relationship?". i don´t want something casual because i still have some ´firsts´ to experience and i want it to be with someone i trust and genuinely like. i am very aware that that´s valid but at the same time it is just unrealistic i feel. more importantly i would much rather meet someone in real life which is impossible outside of a going out / party context. maybe i am impatient but like. rightfully so cause i´m not getting any younger. 🤠
i´m currently mourning we heart it again. like if i were rich, i would buy we heart it - or the name i guess - and revive it. i swear people would love it.
it was literally my favorite thing to do at 13 years old - sitting down on a saturday to write an "article" (participating in tags) on my old ass laptop which literally took me 3 hours each time cause i was scrolling to get the most aesthetic pictures possible.
like, tumblr is a similar concept but we heart it was so much cooler too me. also i only had it for like 1.5 years before it was deactivated. ):
why the fuck did i have more self love at 15 than now at 20
fall wishlist —
100 black turtlenecks
romance that’s pure & consumes
24 hours of uninterrupted sleep
creamy roasted garlic tomato soup
fluff; bestfriend!haechan x reader, words: 565.
🎧 chasing cars - snow patrol and there is a light that never goes out - the smiths
“every time i’m here, i get jealous of your blanket. seriously what material is this? its crazy how its so soft. i’ve never had bed sheets this soft”, your best friend, haechan, said, truly sounding amazed. you looked over and saw that he completely buried himself in your blanket, only his head sticking out.
it made you laugh lightly, but you didn’t answer. you focused on your homework while haechan just enjoyed doing nothing and lying around. the room was filled with the smell of tea. your cup freshly refilled and hot, while haechan‘s cup was only half full and already cold, standing on your night stand.
“and im jealous of you because you can lay there stress-free”, you replied, but facing him with your back since you’re sitting at your desk. he watched you doing your assignment for a minute or two, not wanting to interrupt you because he knew you get the most amount of stuff done when you’re in a ‘flow’ like now.
you apologized to your best friend for having to work first and put on headphones and finished your work in about thirty minutes. when you turned around on your desk chair, you see haechan has dozed off. a soft smile spread on your lips and you decided to let him nap for a while. you packed your bag for the next day, then grabbed your phone and made yourself comfortable on the space that was left of your bed, being careful not to wake him up.
another twenty minutes passed before haechan woke up, stretching and yawning. “rise and shine!” you greeted him. he laughed quietly, “shut up”.
“i’d really like to have my bed back”, you said. “too bad. it’s mine now”, hyuck sticked out his tongue at you. you shrugged, “not like we haven’t shared a bed before”, and lifted up the blanket to get under it too. “hey, move!”, you told haechan, who just stared at you at first but then did move. you snuggled into your sheets, which were indeed very cozy - haechan did not exaggerate this time - and didn’t even notice how your best friend tensed up next to you.
“sorry”, you mumbled, “you probably expected a more exciting hang out than this.”
“no”, haechan said, “i knew what i signed up for when i texted this morning.”
you had to laugh, “why would you want to hang out here when i would be busy studying? are my sheets really that great?” haechan smiled “well yeah they are great. but-“, he paused, “i just wanted to spend time with you”. your heart melted at the way he looked at you. the moment suddenly felt very intimate.
your body acted before you could think and you snuggled into haechans side. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.
the room fell quiet for a while and you just enjoyed the moment, butterflys dancing around in your stomach.
“you know”, you hesitantly said, “i just wanted to spend time with you, too.” haechan kissed the crown of your head then. immediately, your cheeks turned red but you turned around to look him in the eyes nonetheless. you grinned, “i would always choose your company over anything even if it means that i study while you sleep”.
haechan kissed you.
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i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?
・ 。゚☆ (´-﹏-`)
“slut era!!” (someone check my iron levels)
forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.
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i randomly thought of this scenario and it’s sooo mark lee coded so i created it real quick
my spotify <3
my spotify <3
apple pie
mark lee / angst prompt requested by @lyyhyuck [see notes below!] | 🎧 inspired by apple pie lizzy mcalpine -
“you know,” mark said. “i actually found the perfect flat for us on craigslist last week.”
“hmm, really?” you replied as you took out the homemade apple pie you both prepared from the oven. you placed it on the kitchen counter and mark, with a fork in his hand, poked the slightly smoking surface just to check if it’s oh-kay.
“tell me about it.”
“so… it got two rooms, window facing, right?” mark carelessly divided the pie in small portions. you were chuckling as he was struggling to do it with his tiny fork.
“gosh… you’re so stupid,” you said.
“i know!” mark exclaimed. “anyways, the city’s the view. a bit of skyscraper there and some trees… here’s a little crowded. no bushes, right? so… just a perfect balance of your definition of a city.” he shrugged.
“oh, yeah?”
“yeah!” mark took a bite of his first slice and literally moaned. “oh, we make the best apple pies!”
“i know!” you mocked him back, just the same way he exaggerated his “i know”.
then mark just stared at you for quite some seconds with an amused smile on his face.
just say it
summary: you think mark has fallen out of love. he insists he did not.
notes: swearing, was listening to sza's special oh gosh i just remembered mark liked this song from sos omg?????? will proofread some other time it's literally 2 in the morning here night night
genre: angst because i never write fluff! | word count: 1k -
“mark?” you called the boy who was humming the chorus of coldplay’s yellow. he was sitting in the living room after a cold, quiet dinner you both shared. he seemed to not notice it,
but you know he was doing it on purpose.
“mark.” you repeated his name again, in hopes to finish what is meant to be finished a long time ago. he didn’t budge. his eyes were fixed on the dried tulips that you used to take care of when you come to his apartment. you always scold mark for not watering them often, then now, here we are—they are far from being saved.
just like this one.
“i’m really tired, mark…”
mark suddenly tilted his head at your direction and said, “i’ll fix the bed, baby.”
“no”, you grabbed his wrist by the time he was already walking towards the bedroom. “mark-”
but he swatted your hand away and opened the lights instead. the room still feels the same. it smells like him—his perfume lingered across the room. the bed looks inviting but seemed cold. there sat his green hoodie—your favorite hoodie—on the mattress; almost wrinkled, dryly wrung.
mark opened his closet and brought out two extra pillows. he placed them on the top of the bed. “we always share the duvet, right?”
“stop this, mark.” you tried to protest but he kept crouching to fix the bed. he was smoothing it with his hands, trying to perfect any loose edges and all. he patted the pillows that you used to lay your head onto.
“mark!”
he stopped in his tracks and finally looked at you.
he was already crying.
tell me why I got shocked when I saw everyone did in the hunger games? right after the first buzzer when off