when you’re going through a folder for ps saves called ‘random’ and you find this gem...
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when you’re going through a folder for ps saves called ‘random’ and you find this gem...
There’s a war brewing inside of that fractured glass. The kind of war everyone loses.
k.j.r
hollowed heart, hollowed lungs, you inhale so badly do you crave to catch the stars in your eyes, to catch the warmth in your throat, to catch anything that means something-- nails drawing blood so fiercely do you fight, ready to die for a simple taste of sunshine everlasting and it's sad how you always fall short, teeth and claw a fruitless pursuit; sunshine never greeting moon love lost in violence you have nothing nothing but an exhale, a hollowed heart, and hollowed lungs
k.j.r
he likes the way her fingertips brush along his spine. he likes the way she steals a kiss, whispers, 'you are mine'.
k.j.r
pretty girl. broken girl. girl with fire for blood. be careful you don't singe those who get too close. be careful not to build a wall around your heart. be careful you don't burn those who mean the most. too late. your heart won't restart.
i knew a girl a long time ago. i miss her humanity.
i. the first time i lay my eyes on you, i know. it doesn't matter that we're only thirteen. it doesn't matter that your shoulders haven't filled out your two-sizes-too-large tee. i just know. you're the one. ii. please don't look at me like you're seeing me for the first time. please don't look at me like i'm a dusty bookshelf in the corner of your bedroom. i know we haven't seen each other for five years, but it hurts when you look at me like i'm an afterthought. because you've always been my first. iii. you're crying, and i can't imagine how anyone could bear the thought of making you sad. it's as if sunlight has dried up; as if it's in sync with your sorrow. but the sun isn't the only one affected. your sadness drives others to anger — to defence — to righteous fury. and when you look at me, you try to make light of your appearance; try to laugh it off, the tear stains upon your cheeks. you're crying, and i tell you the truth: you've never looked more beautiful. iv. i'm sorry. i'm sorry you weren't my first kiss. i'm sorry you weren't my tenth. i'm sorry you weren't my seventeenth. but i'm going to make up for it. i swear to god, i will. because you're the first person i've ever loved. and i know you'll be the last. v. of all the words i've imagined you speak, 'yes' has never been one of them. and i'm sure the look of disbelief on my face is damn near comical, but it's only fair that i go into some measure of shock. because on what planet does someone like you say yes to being with someone like me? in what universe does it makes sense for you to love me back? you don't answer my stupid questions. instead? you kiss me. and i understand now. we were made for each other.
you're my person. you'll always be my person.
TMI AU: allisaac as parabatai