A A Y U K T A

Probably a human? 방탄소년단 trasheu.

[blasting-silence]

Amazing Nature Phenomenons

ᴋᴀᴡᴀʜ ɪᴊᴇɴ (ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴠᴏʟᴄᴀɴᴏ) ɪɴᴅᴏɴᴇsɪᴀ

ᴛᴜʀǫᴜᴏɪsᴇ ɪᴄᴇ: ʟᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀɪᴋᴀʟ-ʀᴜssɪᴀ

sᴜᴘᴇʀᴄᴇʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴍ

ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ғʟᴀsʜ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ

sɴᴏᴡ ᴄʜɪᴍɴᴇʏ: ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴇʀʙᴜs-ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴀ

sᴋʏ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ

sᴛʀɪᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴄᴇʙᴇʀɢs:ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴀ

ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀs

sᴀʟᴀʀ ᴅᴇ ᴜʏᴜɴɪ (ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ) ʙᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ

ᴍᴀᴇʟsᴛʀᴏᴍ

ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ sᴀʜᴀʀᴀ:ᴍᴀᴜʀɪᴛᴀɴɪᴀ

ғɪʀᴇ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ

ᴘᴏʀᴏʀᴏᴄᴀ (ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ) ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴏɴ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ-ʙʀᴀᴢɪʟ

ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ʙᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪs

ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ:ʙᴇʟɪᴢᴇ

ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ ᴇᴜᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛᴜs ᴛʀᴇᴇs

sᴛᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ:ᴍᴀᴅᴀɢᴀsᴄᴀʀ

ᴄᴀᴛᴀᴛᴜᴍʙᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ (ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀᴍ) ᴠᴇɴᴇᴢᴜᴇʟᴀ

ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴜs ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs

ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ

ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏᴘ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs

ʙɪᴏʟᴜᴍɪɴᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs

ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs

ᴠᴏʟᴄᴀɴɪᴄ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ

ɴᴀᴄʀᴇᴏᴜs ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs

ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs:ᴄʜɪɴᴀ

ʟᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ

[thegodskeepwinning-deactivated2]

wow

[hangul-packs]

— ₍♡₎ HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMIN 🖤 ࿐

[seowoos]

oh yesssss y'all know im a hoe for angel vs demon jimin ohohohohhoooo

[j-hope]

the love of my life 💘💘💘

[joonsoulmap-archived]

every star, every constellation seems dim next to your light

[poutaes-deactivated20210321]

bangtan side profiles: kim taehyung

[ericnams-moved-deactivated20200]

that GRAMMYs look

[king-beluga]

yoongi x trophies 😍🏆💖

[fairy-jnani]

GIVE HIM ALL THE TROPHIES IN THE WORLD! 😍

[pinkfloydd]

oh. my. god.

[twoy-deactivated20210730]

2018 in a nutshell

[suga-ssi]

HOW?! O_O

[hansungs]

yoongi  ✰ run ep. 62

[marksontrash-blog]

“Who is Seokjin?” this is Seokjin.

vc: @zacharulev

[producerjin-deactivated20191002]

watch bighit is gonna be like TXT’s fandom name is PDF

[twoy-deactivated20210730]

[joonsoulmap-archived]

(scans)

[jinsremedy-remade]

am i allowed to cuddle you sir

[ahloveisboo]

kim namjoon + winter

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He’s not the talking kind. At least not out loud. 

Words keep swarming his mind, threatening his sanity more than once in the past. Dark clouds of words smothering his ability to put them in coherent structures and say them out loud. And on the off chance it does happen, they come out cascading.

He prefers writing over talking. Writing gives him a chance to draft before releasing whatever he has to say into the world. And even then he’s never quite satisfied.

Namjoon takes another sip of his coffee as he watches the people around him, a half empty notepad on the table in front of him. He twirls his pen, letting the sound of empty chatter and grounded coffee beans cloud his mind. Outside the first snowflakes of the season are falling from the sky. Gently, light as a feather. But the temperature hasn’t dropped enough to sustain their form and Namjoon watches them melt as they hit the concrete.

There’s beauty in words. He’s always loved poetry and literature. The way one is able to string letters together to form thoughts and concepts and paint a picture in your head so vivid, you wonder if you’ve witnessed the scene before to have it displayed in your mind with so much detail, like watching a film.

He puts his pen to paper and scribbles. Writes and scratches and rewrites until his head is empty. Until his heart feels as light as the snowflakes outside his window. At least, for now.

He rubs his hand over his face, lowering his pen and glancing at his empty mug. He’s looking over pages upon pages filled with words. His words.

Namjoon is not the talking kind. At least not out loud.