#boogeywoo

[mochijm]

❛ i never find that as satisfying as I’d imagined. ❜

At first it seemed like a good idea. Sadly the fun didn’t last that long leaving them both with an unsatisfying feeling. He frowned slightly as he felt pretty disappointed at this club. It was suppose to be one of the most popular one out there right bow then why is it so empty and filled with boring people. He placed his drink down on the bar and looked over at the other.

“Want to get of here and find something else?”

[jxnxin]

7, 13

7. Can you commit to one person?

Hm. Maybe I could, but I probably wont. I don’t think it would work out well because I’m poly. I could probably date only one person but that wouldnt stop me from falling in love with others.

13. Do you get jealous easily?

Nope. I mainly get turned on when I see my loves with other people. Its a little thrilling to watch.

[fireslostchild]

47-51

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

All the time.

48. Were you single over the last summer?

Yup. Probably will this summer too. And the next. And the next...

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

Oh hell no. Nowhere near.

50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

Uhm...Nothing.

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?

Not really, no.

[plvxxy-blog]

@boogeywoo​

    [/ two pm rolled around and like usual she was closing up her shop. After putting her things away she throws on her head phones turning up her lastest favorite song putting it to full volume. As she enters the store she stands in line and hums the tune thinking no one was listening to her till she noticed that someone was trying to talk to her /] yes?

[seyoou-blog]

@boogeywoo

before he’s even born, seyoon is the second most hated person on earth -- at least in his father’s eyes anyway. his mother is the first. she only outranks him because it’s her fault he’s even alive. she’s also at fault for bringing the third most hated person into the world, seyoon’s older brother, who has known little but shouting and flying fists in his short life of six years. when seyoon’s birth is pushing five anniversaries, he goes to bed with bruises on his arms and with the taste of blood in his mouth. it is a typical way the child goes to sleep, tucked in by his mother who wraps the blankets around him so tightly that he can barely escape. it is a technique the woman uses to make her children feel safe. like this, nobody can take them away, she tells them. like this, not even the boogeyman can. of course, she’s never believed in such things as monsters that live under the bed, but seyoon does, and it’s the best way to keep him both out of danger and out of trouble. they already live with a monster. there’s no reason for him to be concerned about ones lurking in the darkness.

seyoon tries to sleep but can’t keep his eyes closed. at an age where he should be dreaming of toys and race cars and candy mountains, he only thinks of his father coming home smelling like hard liquor and vomit. he’d missed the part where he’d forced himself on his mother, but was there when his father ordered them to clean the house, which in his opinion was filthy. his father had grabbed him by the arms and shook him so hard that seyoon’s skin turned purple where the man’s fingers were. tomorrow, his brother will surely draw faces into them like he usually does, just to get a smile out of his little brother. tonight, seyoon wishes desperately to fall asleep, so he can experience another new day. hopefully, one that won’t be so painful.

it’s a wish that comes true not nearly enough.