UNFOLD;

hold my hands, my heart, to the sun.

[sooleils]

@spided

"Sorry," he says again, the apology now a broken record. The books find their way back to their spots and everything does too, except his gaze, and again, the only thing he can’t seem to get ahold of: the heart. Always the heart.

He makes the mistake of standing too quick, and he has their eyes meeting. He notes the way the other looks up at him from below, not having noticed just how small he was. It makes him smile, a little too much like an idiot, although he doesn’t notice. “Okay.” The respond is equally as idiotic, and that he notices, quickly trying to amend the situation. “Ah, while… while you’re here, can you help me with something?”

their gazes meet briefly, and kyungsoo notices how his eyes gloss over a little; anything reflected in them shines back brighter, like tiny stars speckled over the surface. "it's alright. just-- don't touch anything."

it's three in the afternoon. business is slow, and he’s stuck with this giant of a man that won’t leave him alone. “are you looking for a particular book?” he asks with a raise of his brows. his cheeks feel a bit warm, but that might be from the summer heat. or not.

[sooleils]

@spided

His eyes are open wide, but the rest of his body stays still. Except for the heart, anyway.

“Sorry, I, I couldn’t control my strength, for some reason.” He blurts out without thought, and listens to himself only a minute after, realizing how ridiculous and dumb that must have sounded. Immediately, he starts picking up the books, eyes avoiding the other at all times, no matter how itching it as to just take a peer over, especially at how close he was. “I’m so sorry, I can do this myself, really.”

his eyes stare blankly, dark pupils like tadpoles in water, before he bends down to collect the mess at his feet. “why don’t you go take your strength somewhere else, then.” kyungsoo rearranges the fallen shelf back into place before stacking the books into a neat pile and placing them gently against the dusty wood.

“i’d recommend a gym. or a park. anywhere but here.” he dusts his hands off on his pants. “i’m letting you off with a warning. the next thing you break, i’ll make you pay.”

[rupinw]

JOAH. | A playlist for the sky.  

[sooleils]

A PLAYLIST FOR: SPIDED

hold my hands, my heart, to the sun; hold me closer to you.

i. mac ayres - so much closer ii. dancing years - valentine iii. chet baker - i fall in love too easily iv. hyukoh - gondry v. the shins - so now what vi. maria takeuchi 竹内 まりや - plastic love vii. edith piaf - la vie en rose (playing from another room)

[rupinw]

He doesn’t mean to. He never does. But his feet never listen and somehow, by some strange force, he’s back at the book shop again, looking for the same book he’s looked for since a month ago. He’s read it at least a hundred and two times, all amidst catching glances between the shelves, at the person at the cash register. He doesn’t mean to, he never does, and yet today, he forgets to control his newfound strength, causing one of the shelves to fall, all it’s books along with it. And soon all eyes are on him, including the pair of eyes now walking from the cash register towards him. 

[sooleils]

today’s an average day. the same as always. he has one of those mini fans sitting on the counter blowing at the side of his face and ruffling his hair, but it’s not strong enough to cool him down from the heat. then, stumbling through the door is the same, lanky man from yesterday, and the day before, greeting him with a sheepish smile. kyungsoo returns the smile halfheartedly. he watches the man saunter off somewhere in between the columns before hearing a loud string of thumps shortly after, and with a loud sigh, he gets up to check on the clutter.

“please don’t play with the shelves. they fall easily because they’re antique.” kyungsoo stops to give him a hard stare. “you’re not a little kid. be careful.” 

[kyungso]

kyungsoo wants to be a farmer in the future

[sooleils]

Judge : What do you plead?

Chanyeol : *looks over to Kyungsoo*

Kyungsoo : *mouths 'not guilty'*

Chanyeol : Hot Milky

Kyungsoo : *smashes head on table* jesus christ, just lock him up already.

[apoetreflects]

There’s mild comfort in order—alphabetized books, a well-stocked bar, stacks of folded laundry scented with lavender. When I was young I tried to learn the constellations, their shapes & positions, but it was bewildering, the night sky milky with city light, the contours too abstract. As language evolves & acquires words for colors colors always enter in the same order: black & white, then red, then green or yellow, & after that the other one, yellow or green. The fifth color is always a name for blue. An afterthought, a spectre of green— yet how blue & nothing else are the hours at three & four a.m. when a powdery light, sliced up by the blinds, moves across the bed & a passing car throbs with hiphop, something stirring & yet not wholly: you’re in the room, in the front seat of the car & on my arm the trace of your fingers, lozenges of sun-warmed metal. Out the window the weight of April darkness, the tidal swirl of leaves already heavy on the trees; I’m here, I’m here;

Aleda Shirley, from “Blue Poles,” in Dark Familiar (Sarabande Books, 2006)

[princenoctisaf]

170719 starry night // kyungsoo’s flowers from sehun

[saintksoo]

god everyone was scared of kyungsoo and wanted nothing to do with him but he just couldn’t see… it was just his astigmatism… he couldn’t make friends bc of his astigmatism and only this overly nice tall kid with a loud booming voice and big ears would be nice and walk home with him and chanyeol probably saw how everyone avoided kyungsoo and saw kyungsoo by himself and usually alone and went out of his way to be friendly and make him feel welcomed and god chanyeol has the biggest heart and kyungsoo just has bad eyesight and this is the friendship of the century