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I’m not sure why people dislike receiving drunk texts. you’re the only person they’re thinking of when their brain can’t function properly
- unknown
hiatus until sunday -- or sunday, as well. not sure. but going to missouri ~ it's going to be so hot, i -- will probably melt. i'll only be on kkt and aim, i think. maybe inbox as well. message me for either, yeah? ; u ; see you soon!
© Peter Pan Syndrome
[ May I reply to this?~ ]
[ of course! no need to ask. o A o
really punk?? really? wanna fight about it?? wanna cuddle about it?? wanna maybe makeout about it??
psst, beast's showtime has me distracted. replies will be done today though. but beast. i -- sighs dreamily. i forgot how much i loved you.
I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.
Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via observando)
Claimed. [ sends in a day late bc. ]
[ Claimed: ] Drunk voice mail
"--lked into a wall. What an idiot. Did you see him? This is why I only drink in private. Like an artist. Like -- a philosopher. Or something. Noona. You're awfully quiet tonight. Usually, when we're on the phone, you ramble along with me. Are you losing your edge. Are you no longer hardcore? -- oh my fuck, noona! Did you die?!!! Are you dead?! Hello! Noona! Say something -- ! Oh god, oh god. Oh god. Wait -- did I hear breathing? Or was that me. Noona -- I'm sleepy."
Claimed.
[ Claimed: ] Me for one night
He stares at the younger very blankly, angling his head a bit to scrutinize the other fully. He hasn't done that in a while. Has he gotten taller? With a soft exhale, he leans over to loop his arm behind the other's shoulder, before turning to whisper into his ear softly, "I'm going to make you edit all of my drafts and clean my room and then make you go to sleep at like eight because you're practically twelve."
Claimed.
[ Claimed: ] A kiss
Jinyoung just blinks for a moment at the other's face, contemplating how to go about the situation. With a shrug, he leans forward, hands wrapping behind the other's neck to pull him closer, and presse a light kiss behind the other's ear, reveling at the softness of them before turning on his heels with a small wave. "Just curious -- "
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss (via beaumxnde)
dead tired, so i'll be moving to aim. i was honestly expecting like -- three "claimed" asks, but i was swamped. i think i still have about two to reply to, but i feel productive. except that i never managed to get to the replies i owed originally and only managed to wrack up a new set of replies. yay. accidental masochistic streak. you are all adorable. and i love you. goodnight. or humor a deranged, half asleep me on aim. whichever suits you more.
fanghva:
She raised a brow as she looked at the male in front of her, who tried to insult her. She burst into a fit of laughter after watching him bow profusely and apologize. The smile has never left her lips as she watched him. She patted his back gently.
Jinyoung tenses a bit when he sees the girl raise her hand, eyes squeezing shut tightly and body tight to steady himself until he feels the underwhelming though unexpected pat. He raises his head a little before rubbing at the side of his neck sheepishly, "I tried."
[text; u know he ded] ….it’s only murder if they find out about it ://
[text; u know he ded] ……tell that to my rubber ducky and my floa—
[text; u know he ded] you never read that
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[ sms → most benevolent and forgiving: ] i'm never leaving the safety of my bed now.
[ sms → most benevolent and forgiving: ] ...
[ screenshot taken | saved to folder: blackmail ]
When I’m with you I don’t breathe quite right.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon