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nature enthusiast🍂 | 13 years young ;') yes, i write. nope, it's not that great. x

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you guysss

ive changed my username and im moving to @iscribble yasss a different account with my prev u/n :) dont ask me why :) u can unfoll this one :)

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im also gonna discontinue harrowing past :') nobody seems to care anyway HAHA a butterfly's grave's still gonna be updated tho :-)

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you guysss

ive changed my username and im moving to @iscribble yasss a different account with my prev u/n :) dont ask me why :) u can unfoll this one :)

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A Butterfly’s Grave: Part 1

Part 1

Word Count: 1291

Synopsis: “Just when the caterpillar thought its world was over, it became a butterfly.” 

A/n: Title is modified from take’s butterfly grave and you should go check out seventeen’s (pre-debut) cover of it! 

With an abusive father and a diseased mother, life was hardly ever a diversion. You were drowning in downbeat and suicidal thoughts, with vague memories filling in all the little spaces. You didn’t want to reminisce the past; heated arguments with your father, watching your mother hallucinate in bed, poor grades resulting from reluctancy. And you did it, you managed to scoop a portion of unpleasant memories, but replace it with an even obnoxious one; suicidal. 

It all started on one dull morning, when the birds weren’t chirping, the flowers weren’t blooming, and the sun wasn’t burning. You did not blame the birds though; on a rainy and nostalgic morning like that, you knew exactly you weren’t going to be chirpy either. 

“Aren’t butterflies beautiful? Their colours vary and they’re all my favourite.” Seunghee—your seat mate, or rather, your best friend—shoved you a picture of different kinds of butterflies and a can of grape soda.

“You’re just into them because they have colours. You don’t like black or white ones.” You popped open the can and slipped in a straw, taking a sip.

“Did you forget black and white are colours too?” Seunghee knocked your head, “Idiot.”

You let out a faint chuckle and tilted your head, putting all of the weight on your arm laying flat on your desk, “Funny, funny..”

Seunghee looked at you almost concernedly, alarming thoughts occupying her mind. She knew you were involved in a horrible plight, but asking you about it would make it even worse. But being the bubbly, downtown girl she was, Seunghee never failed to cheer you up, at least, not until that day. 

“Have you heard the saying,” Seunghee mirrored your pose and continued, “'butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how beautiful they are but everyone else can.’ And you, y/n-ssi, are like that.”

“Thanks.. I’m not flattered.” You closed your eyes, drifting away from the existing colours of your classroom, into the vast darkness.

The last thing you heard was Seunghee’s light giggles as the dim scene continued pulling you even further, towards a daydream. A nightmare, rather. A nightmare, brimming with blurred flashes of your father’s threats and mistreats, your mother’s howls of pain, your delicate palms soiled with blood, and finally a thud loud enough to awake you. 

“Suicide..” your breath hitched, “commit suicide..”

Seunghee shook your frail shoulders as she watched you regain utter composure. “What happened back there?”

“I.. must.. commit.. suicide..” your eyes lost focus and everything seemed a blur. 

Seunghee widened her eyes, feet shaking as she attempted to get up and call for the teacher. She whispered a quick “hold on” into your ear and hurried for the door. The school’s nurse arrived with a bang within a few minutes, startling you in the midst of waking. You managed to keep your eyes wide open, although it took quite a while to fully perceive what just happened. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not drunk,” you muttered drowsily as they attempted to lift you up from your seat, “I know what I’m supposed to do.”

They ignored you though, and carried you to the school’s clinic, often described scary and secluded. It was a room of the sick, after all.

The school’s clinic was covered in white, with two beds facing each other and a streak of yellow passing through each curtain. As students call it secluded, the room was practically non-existent. Not too distant from school, the hospital stands three blocks away. A snap, and you’re there. So why bother knowing where the clinic is when an actual hospital isn’t too far from there?

You felt your back pressed against something rigid, and realised it was the bed.

“Geez, am I laying on a cushion or on a ro-”

“You’re on the bed and you’re sleeping.”

“But I feel like I’ve just taken a long nap.” You rubbed your eyes and sat upright in bed. You watched as the nurse skirted her table and grabbed a pair of worn socks and a jacket. She glanced at you through her round glasses with one hand tucked inside her pocket.

“Wear this if ever the temperature’s too cold,” the nurse said as she handed you the pair of socks and the jacket, “we don’t have blankets so use this jacket instead.”

You shot her a muddled look before proceeding to slide gradually in bed. You stared emptily at the ceiling, relieved for once nothing too frantic was going on. The nurse let you rest in bed for the entire period and said she would check on you halfway through.

Unable to nap, your eyes trailed down to the jacket, oddly detailed in grey dots and a splatter of black paint. There were obvious holes in its pocket, and insignificant ones every other place.

“Weird clinic, weird jacket,” you glanced down to your feet, “weird socks.”

Curled up into a languid ball covered in thick fabric, you found yourself drugged by the room’s serene yet eerie tone as it slowly lulled you to sleep. 

“Are you kidding me?” Wonwoo spurted out burning coffee all over his table. 

“I’m serious.”

“Seunghee, I barely know her! That’s insane!”

“Look,” Seunghee slumped into the seat in front of him, “she’s fed up with all her dad’s doing and her mother’s misery. Her grades are dropping and the only glimpse of light she’s seeing is to kill herself! Is no one going to do anything about this?” 

“But why me? Why me out of all the people she knows out there?” Wonwoo massaged his temple.

“She’s in desperate need to forget her past. We need someone she doesn’t know to create a new memory! Get what I’m saying?” Seunghee leaned over the table.

“Are you saying I should date her?”

“No, all I’m asking is for you to make sure she doesn’t kill herself!”

“And help her forget her past?”

“…and help her forget her past.”

Wonwoo buried his head in his hands and let out a dismal sigh. He pulled a couple of tissues nearby and wiped the table dripping with spilled coffee. He aimed the tissue at the bin and tossed it weakly. 

“What am I going to do? Sit and watch her sleep? Listen to her incoherent mumbles about killing herself? Lecture her about all the reasons to not bring herself to suicide?” 

“Talk to her like a friend would,” Seunghee replied with a hopeful grin, “make her tea, read her stories, tell her about your dreams, it’s simple. She’s not going to be attending school for a while so you have plenty of time.”

Wonwoo’s eyes darted everywhere but his little sister in front of him. He stole a glance and looked at the floor, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Remember what you told me your dream was?”

“To.. save people from suicide?”

“Yeah, and that opportunity is right in front of you,” Seunghee leaned against the chair, “We don’t know if there ever is a second chance!” 

“I can do that,” Wonwoo said, still playing with his fingers, “but what about helping her forget the past?  How am I supposed to do that?” 

“You’ll figure it out,” Seunghee walked over and squeezed his shoulders, “after all, you did not just get student of the year for nothing. Where’s your high school, valiant self?”

Wonwoo lowered his gaze and stared at his pale fingers. There were more than plenty of things running through his mind, but less than a few answers he had. Was he capable of doing this? Was he capable of handling a stranger? If Wonwoo wasn’t so sure himself, then how in the world would he gain your trust?

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I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via theliteraryjournals)

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Stunning Aerial Photographs of Iceland by Melin Kafka

Merlin Kafka is a skilled photographer based in Scotland and Germany. Like many lovers of nature and photography, he is also fascinated by the exquisite and vast beauty of Iceland’s geography. His recent travel to the beautiful country led him to immortalize the sights within a set of breathtaking images, which capture the atmosphere and the different, romantic passages found in Iceland.

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Harrowing Past: Part 2

Part 1 || Part 2

word count: 1550

synopsis: when summer camp leaves you in turmoil while it was supposed to solve everything out, can you get the answers to your questions and at the same time, erase his painful past?

a/n: bin, trash bin, trash can, rubbish bin or rubbish can? :’ 

There was nothing wrong about falling in love. There was nothing wrong about being mesmerised by the twinkle in his soft, benevolent eyes. There was nothing wrong about grasping the infamous feeling of having butterflies in your stomach. Yet, was it okay to fall in love this early? Was it okay to fall in love right after you exchanged “hi”s? You weren’t even sure if it was love, or just something tugging inside your stomach. But it didn’t matter whether it was the first or the latter, you’ve never felt this way before.

“I’m almost done!” 

You circled a towel around your torso, brushing your cold fingers against it and pushed open the bathroom door. You tip-toed past Yebin who was standing only inches away with a drowsy grin across her face. You untied your high ponytail, swaying your head to every direction. You slipped into your bright-coloured shorts and brought a short-sleeved, navy blue t-shirt over your head. You pulled your hair into a sloppy bun, finishing with a nod at your tolerable reflection on the mirror.

“There’s gonna be a lot of splashing today,” you warned Jieqiong. “better not dress too formal.”

“Got it, fashionista,” She rolled her eyes and applied soft makeup. 

You held in a giggle and proceeded linking your shoelaces. The moment you stepped outside, you were greeted by Junhui, one of the cabin leaders, and a beam plastered across his attractive visage. 

“Good morning y/n,” 

“Guess I didn’t wake up too late,” you joked. “Morning Jun.” 

“I made you hot chocolate,” he handed you a mug.

Your eyes trailed down to the hot beverage placed on your palms and back to the flustered Junhui. 

“What?”

“You have a girlfriend.” 

“I forgot she hates chocolate, and you were the first person I met after her so,” he smiled and lowered his head, eyes trained on the ground. 

“Well, I guess drinking a mug of chocolate won’t hurt,” you shrugged. “thanks.” 

Junhui shot you a playful wink and continued strolling around the campsite.

Seungcheol—the eldest among the cabin leaders—had told you briefly the other day that today you were going to be drenched in water. You didn’t know if you were supposed to swim, go canoeing, or prepare to get vigorously attacked by a water balloon, all you knew was that you hated water, and thought he should probably know this as well. 

You placed both of your hands on your hips and lifted your head up, squinting your eyes. You looked everywhere for Seungcheol, only to be greeted by the sight of Seokmin and Seungkwan singing false lyrics by the lake.

“I could ask them,” you shrugged and headed towards the cobalt lake.

“Hi,”

“Wha- hey!”

“Any idea where Seungcheol is?”

“Seungcheol? I think he’s asleep..” Seokmin uttered and rolled up his sleeves. “What’s up?”

“I just, want to talk to him about today’s activities.”

“But he’s asleep.” Seungkwan turned to face the lake. 

“Aren’t cabin leaders supposed to wake up before six though?”

“Yeah that’s what I heard,” He ruffled his hair and continued, “you can ask Soonyoung though, he’s awake.” 

“Soonyoung?” You gulped back a smile.

“Yeah Soonyoung, what’s wrong?”

“I mean, we barely know each other,” 

Seokmin let out a muffled sigh and elbowed Seungkwan. “Guess I’ll have to ask him myself,”

“Well I could ask him, but you’ll have to bring him out.” You grinned uneasily.

“Hm, well,” Seokmin raised his shoulders, “guess I could do that. Go sit somewhere though, you don’t want us to eavesdrop on you two, do you?” He put on a playful smirk. 

You nodded in utter agreement and positioned yourself on one of the tree logs facing your cabin.

Something was definitely bugging you, but you couldn’t tell what was. You shifted uneasily and rubbed your hands against each other. You crossed your feet and eyed your surroundings meticulously. Yebin and Jieqiong were out of sight, only Jeonghan, Jisoo, and Chan were near. You were about to bring out your phone when a pair of freezing hands covered your eyes. 

“Guess who,”

“Give me a clue?” You pleaded.

“Can’t you tell who I am by listening to my voice?”

“Oh well, that means we’re not close enough.” You let out a giggle.

He sighed and stood next to you, finally revealing himself. “Ah, good day isn’t it?”

Your eyes trailed up and down his fit figure and landed at his shimmering eyes. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Who the hell still says those words?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard someone said it.” You shrugged. 

“Who cares?” He slumped next to you. “Anyways, what’d you want to talk to me about?”

“I wasn’t originally planning to talk to you but-”

“Seungcheol hyung’s asleep. And the person next to you wants to drift right away to bed so if you don’t mind, speed up your question.” 

There was a lull in your conversation and he seemed to mind. 

“Can yo-”

“Oppa,” you cut him off. 

“Mm?”

“I-I’m afraid of the water..” you avoided his gaze.

“A-ah, is that so?” he paused and continued, this time with a lower voice, “That means you can’t swim?” 

“Yeah.”

“S-sit with the cabin leaders while the rest are playing, we can just, do other things.”

“You’re the best!” You bounced up and down in delight.

Soonyoung shot you a warm smile and weakly exhaled. “Y/n,”

“Hm?” You stopped bouncing and and stared at him.

“You really do remind me of someone.” 

Soonyoung turned around and left you processing what just happened. The beam on your face leisurely dimmed and you turned to look at his back, still in turmoil. 

“Does he have a girlfriend?” Your hands collapsed to your sides as you stared at the ground with a blank, idiotic smile. “What have I been doing?”

As Soonyoung promised you, the cabin leaders escorted you to their place, supplying you with countless bags of chips and a drink flavour free to pick. Their place was surprisingly remote from the other cabins. It also looked rather decorated than original. The room was packed with colorful lights hanging from the ceiling, hastily patched couches, a thick mattress, and an old television.

“You don’t sleep here, do you?” You asked, eyes darting everywhere.

“Nah, we have our own cabins,” Jihoon answered. “with our friends.”

You grinned and tucked both of your hands inside your pocket. 

“Are you sure it’s okay that I stay here? I mean I’m not totally afraid of the water bu-” 

“It’s fine, you can spend time with us,” Hansol put his arm over your shoulders. “we enjoy your presence, especially that guy over there.” He pointed at Soonyoung passing out on the couch. 

“He’s been really drowsy since this morning, give him some time to sleep.” You suggested. Hansol nodded.

Inside the room were the cabin leaders—Seungcheol, Hansol, Junhui, Soonyoung, and Jihoon—you exceptionally. You were seated on the left side of one of the couches, with Seungcheol on your right. Soonyoung occupied the other couch, and Jihoon, Hansol, and Junhui, rested themselves on the mattress. 

After gobbling the down the chips given earlier, you were left with nothing to do and no choice but to watch tv. But this worrisome mind of yours kept drifting back to the uncertain thought you had before. 

Before worry takes you over, you decided to ask Seungcheol about it. 

“Sunbae,”

Seungcheol glanced at you with the corner of his eyes. “Why are you calling me sunbae? I’m not even your senior.”

“Yeah but you’ve been here way longer than I have.” you said.

“Drop the formalities, call me oppa.” 

“S-sure, uhm, Seungcheol oppa?” you asked doubtfully.

“Mhm?”

“D-does Soonyoung oppa have a girlfriend?”

“Wow, sunbae for me and oppa for him? What’s going on between you two?” He eyed you curiously. 

You shook your head and continued with your question, “does he have one?”

“No,” Seungcheol pronounced. “he has two.”

You threw him a confused look and he burst into laughter. “I’m just kidding!” He said in between his giggles. 

“So does he have one or not?” you rolled your eyes.

Seungcheol regained his composure and took a sip of the drink in his hand. “That.. I can’t tell you that.” 

“Oh,” you played with your fingers and shifted uncomfortably. “So he does have  a girlfriend.”

Seungcheol clicked his tongue and moistened his lips. “Don’t trust yourself so easily, and stop making things up. This is why you always worry.” 

You let out a lethargic sigh and got up from your seat. “Do you think I should ask him later?”

When he didn’t answer, you convinced yourself to never ask about it. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Stop making things up.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” you almost fumed. 

“Ask him.. you can ask him.” 

You looked away and headed towards the trash can, thoughts of Soonyoung occupying your mind. 

“Y/n,” Seungcheol called.

“Hm?”

“If he says yes,” he paused. “what are you going to do?”

The hollow bag of chips fell free from your hands into the bin. You took a few steps rearwards and rested your back against the wall, letting go a melancholy exhale.

“Leave,” you blurted out. “I’m going to leave him alone.”

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The Mist at sunrise by Jojanne

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We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

Nikita Gill, “93 Percent Stardust” (via wordsnquotes)

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That's okay don't worry too much! I have 23 exams in the next few weeks so I'm slacking on writing as well XD

omg twenty three????????? woah i’d be so stressed out if i were u ;-; (anyways goodluck!)

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Hey I really really liked the first part to harrowing past and I can't wait for more. Do you know when the second part will be up?

my finals are this week and next week so i dont think i’ll be updating within this week ;’( but hey im full of surprises wHO KNOWS :-)

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Harrowing Past: Part 1

Part 1 || Part 2

word count: 1314

synopsis: when summer camp leaves you in turmoil while it was supposed to solve everything out, can you get the answers to your questions and at the same time, erase his painful past? 

a/n: first series hwehwe my debut as an (unprofessional) writer is pretty lame

“Who is he?”

“You’ve never met him before?”

“I mean, of course, I’ve seen him several times, but I never got to know his name,” you kicked aside a few boxes hindering your way while carrying a stack on your arms. “besides, it’s only been a month since I got to your school. How could I possibly know everyone so fast?” 

“She has a point.” Yebin curled her fingers up, observing every little detail about her nails. 

“He’s Soonyoung. Our cabin leader.” Jieqiong tossed her bag and laid against it. 

“Why have I not heard his name before?” 

“You’ve been on the same class together, that means you just don’t have ears.” Yebin walked past you and vanished into a corner.

“Don’t mind Yebin, she’s just a little lethargic.” Jieqiong straightened her back, patting the spot beside her, gesturing for you to sit. 

You brushed your hands against each other and carefully kneeled beside Jieqiong, eyes fluctuating between Soonyoung and her.

“What?” 

“Aren’t you going to tell me more about him?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you could ask me anything.” 

“I don’t know where to start though,” you hesitated. “is he our age?”

“Pretty sure everyone here’s our age. Except the adult supervisors though,”

You let out a gentle sigh as your back made contact with wet grass. “Is he a nice person?”

“He used to be. Before his-” Jieqiong paused and widened her eyes. 

“Before what?”

“Nothing. I-I don’t know what I was saying,” she laughed nervously. 

You eyed her curiously, trying to peruse her mind and finishing with no luck. “I don’t understand you.”

You shut your drowsy eyes tight, the brisk air painting your surroundings filled with the essence of roses. You hugged your arms and tugged the corner of your lips upwards, finally having the chance to spend a day without school assignments. 

Jieqiong left you to get herself a hot beverage. You shifted in your position, squinting your eyes at how bright the view seemed after dozing off for merely a minute. 

There were still a couple of students outside, messing around in front of their cabins. You observed the scene before you, smiling at the sight of Soonyoung sitting on one of the long trunks with his elbows resting against his knees. He stared at the burning flame, expressionless and wearily. You observed his rapturous side profile, letting out a muffled sigh at how winsome he looked.

“But he looks so sad,” you mumbled to yourself. “I can’t imagine someone like him was once a happy being.” 

“Change into your pjs and head outside for a talk around the bonfire! You have five minutes!”

You positioned yourself in between Yebin and Jieqiong, feeling their warmths almost instantly. Each of the students had sticks with marshmallows in their hands, while you and a few more carried a cup of hot chocolate.

You watched intently as the fire roared, your left hand gripping onto the handle of your mug and your right stayed at its base. You gazed a little more and when you finally lifted your eyes in front, you found Soonyoung staring at you. 

 But even after a few seconds, he did not look away.

If he won’t look away I guess I’ll be the one to, you thought and lowered your head, heart pounding rapidly. 

After a while, you wiped the smile on your face away and lifted your head, facing the vivid flame.

“Okay, campers! Pick a partner and we’ll decide what you’re going to do,“ One of the cabin leaders informed. 

“I’ll go with y/n,” Jieqiong locked your arms together. 

“Fine, I’ll wait til’ someone picks me,” Yebin let out a jaded exhale.

Everyone started dashing around, finding themselves someone to pair up with. After the commotion had settled down, Soonyoung signaled for the game to begin. 

“Everyone got your partners? Here’s what you’re going to do,” Jihoon, the other cabin leader, announced. “We’ve hidden all of your cellphones and it’s up to you to get it back! But hold on, there’s a plot twist: only one of you in your pairings, can get both of your phones back! This person can choose to only look for her phone, or to search for both yours and hers. The fastest one to get back here with their phones will be rewarded. It’s a game of trust you guys. Ready?”

 Jieqiong squeezed your hands and gained your trust, nodding with eyes full of determination. “I’ll get both of our phones back.”

Once the whistle went off, you watched as the campers started moving around in panic while their pairs bounced in excitement. You chuckled at the sight, still seated on the thick trunk, hands securing your mug of hot chocolate. 

“Y/n, right?”

You whipped your head up, eyes locking with a familiar and surprisingly handsome figure.  

“Y-yeah, how’d you know?”

“May I?” He pointed at the empty space next to you, asking for permission. 

“S-sure,” you shifted. 

“You wanna know how I knew your name?”

“I mean, I’m not forcing you-”

“We were in the same class, remember?” 

“Oh,” you quietly pronounced. “Yeah, sure I remember.”

You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, blindly getting on his nerves. 

“Are you okay?” 

You glanced up at him. “I-I’m fine.”

He chuckled. “Do you know my name?”

“Soonyoung, right?” 

“How’d you know?” 

It would be too embarrassing to admit you asked a friend for his name. But it would be a lie if you quickly made something up. And that was if you were good at it. The problem is, you weren’t and you never will be. 

Which you finally concluded: you have no choice.

“I, well I, um, sort of, asked a friend,” you smiled uneasily. 

“That’s cute.” He spoke softly, but loud enough for you to hear. 

“What’s so cute about it?” You eyed him in turmoil. 

“You’re cute. There would be nothing cute if any other student said those words.” He laughed. 

You sank deep in your thoughts, wondering why your friends thought of him as a bad person when he was literally this sweet. 

Your cheeks were soon tinted with light crimson, fingers playing with each other as butterflies twirled in your stomach.

“Is that.. supposed to be, a confession?”

“I guess? It’s hard to not admit you’re cute when you really are.” Soonyoung scooted closer to you. 

You let out a quiet chuckle. “Are you that obsessed with me?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on, I know you like it.” 

“Well,” you shrugged. “can’t say no I guess.” 

After a brief pause, he got up and turned around to face you.  “You remind me of someone,” Soonyoung smiled. 

“I do?” You asked in disbelief. 

Soonyoung hummed a short “mhm” and whispered in your ear. “I’ll be waiting for you at 10 pm tomorrow. Right here, got it?”

“But we’re supposed to sleep before 10!” You protested. 

The sound of campers making their way back to the bonfire startled both you and Soonyoung. You observed as the amount of campers multiplied, each plastering smiles on their faces. 

“Promise me.” He quickly said. 

You watched as Soonyoung blended in with the crowd of campers. Merely a second later Jieqiong came sprinting to you with the brightest beam on her face. “I found our phones!“ 

You jumped into her arms, wrapping yours around hers tightly, not letting her go. “You’re the best friend anyone could possibly have. I swear.”

“Yeah except, I can’t just be anyone’s best friend,” She winked at you.

After a heart-to-heart talk around the bonfire, the cabin leaders instructed you to go to bed, not missing a single student. You headed towards your cabin, glancing back right before stepping inside, locking eyes with Soonyoung who was about fifteen feet away. 

“Promise?” He mouthed. 

“Promise.”

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art takes hours to produce and seconds to consume so dont act suprised when artists get upset when their posts only get likes and no reblogs

similarly a piece of writing that takes a few minutes to read could have weeks of work behind it… dont take creativity for granted when ur getting it for free

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AT LONG LAST

SOMEONE SAID IT

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Masterlist

Series

Soonyoung:

Harrowing Past : Pt.1 | Pt. 2

Wonwoo

A Butterfly’s Grave : Pt.1