#dumbthoughts

[dionysusamore]

a small collection of VERY shitty and cringey unfinished drafts and ideas or thoughts that pop in. i used to have much nicer and more notes but they all got deleted about a year ago and it still makes my heart hurt. restarting.

[kim-dowoo]

Jungwoo laughing so hard he loses his balance and Doyoung has to grab him by his shoulders to keep him up and Doyoung laughing along because Jungwoo's laugh is just that beautiful and contagious

[kleeklutch]

Watching Arrival with my sick kid and I was wondering if the aliens had distinctive "handwriting" and if some had really bad handwriting. And if little kid aliens had messy little kid writing.

[kim-dowoo]

I'm deprived of dowoo loving friendos 🌈

[nacho-chace]

nafifeel niyo rin ba yung hollow sadness after waking up from a nap between 3pm to 5pm or onwards? di ko gets yung feeling pero grabe ang lungkot

[the-dreamy-recluse]

Look if they doesn't make you want to put a knife to their throat and make out at the same time, they are probably not "the one".

[madwritingsat1am]

“You’re not my girlfriend” He says after anything that could possible suggest otherwise. Every romantic novel or movie would suggest that these 4 words would end my whole world. That my breath would be caught and a lump would form in my throat. My heart would break so loudly that he might hear it. And as I would choke back tears to agree to this statement, or to have any retaliation, he would look into my eyes and feel something for me and his heart my break too. Instead, in reality, I laugh as I confirm I am not his. For why would I be? When he holds me at night, I don’t swoon the following day. I don’t wait for him to text me or call my name. When I daydream of a lover, I do not picture his face. He is not mine and I, not his. We are too much alike and far too different. I do not love him. I am incapable of doing so.

[madwritingsat1am]

The ringing in my ears is driving me insane. I beg for silence but can only hear this goddamn ringing. Or a buzzing. A static, maybe? When I think I finally know how to describe this god forsaken noise, it changes ever so slightly as if it’s mocking me. It all melds together to create a deafening hum anyways so I can never know peace. The buzz. The hum. The sound of vibrations. The chills you gave when you know you’re in danger. When your life is on the line and your heart beats ever so quickly it aches. Do you scream in that situation? Your fate is already decided, so the scream would be heard by no one but to your own relief. Perhaps that’s why I lay awake in silence? Maybe then the ringing will finally end. When he finally kills me.