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[moonboohoo]

he drinks his heart juice three times a day.

HE DESPISES SUMMER GIRL  ㅡ honey girl/sunflower girl/bubblebum girl (he chooses to call her summer girl, of course!) Love is a foreign concept for him, he knows that love can be applied to different people and situations, but this kind of love is unacceptable. He can’t quite grasp the meaning of love, and he certainly doesn't want to understand this feeling -  he tries to push these feelings away with great determination, as he really dislikes the feeling when summer girl punches love holes all over his body without his permission. HE IS BAKUGOU KATSUKI AFTER ALL ㅡ a really complicated man who strives to be the best, and also yearning to be loved. 

Loving someone makes him weak, he says. Summer girl leads him deep to another fantasy, a fantasy that he wishes to live in forever. Her sweet honey voice echoes inside his ears, and he can feel himself tasting the sweetness of his desire as an overwhelming fact within his heart and his mind. Is it possible to throw away his crown and follow summer girl to the world of the unknown? Is it possible to throw away his pride and fall in love with someone else? Summer girl makes him feel things that he had never felt before. He is certain that summer girl is a love poem, as she only speaks flowers and whispers words of love - but he has his own doubts. Call him a pessimist, he thinks that she's unreal! Summer girl only exist in fairy tales, right? (He spits fire and everything crumbles. Oh, dear! summer girl, you're in danger!) 

He vomits magenta lilacs whenever he sees summer girl (it's not like he hates it, though). Bakugou sincerely prays that everything is just a summer fling. 

Or maybe...eternity. 

[puisilover]

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[moonboohoo]

oh, to be loved by a woman.

Flower of our choice! — If flowers were fairies, they would be dressed up as roses, lilacs, periwinkles, sunflowers and gardenias (they have the most beautiful personalities after all!) Flowers were obviously God’s creation, did you not realise that gods were flawless immortals? If you looked like a flower, you were one of God's masterpieces. The flowers were simply marvellous, aesthetically pleasing and loved by many.

Come a little closer, just a little closer... Can you see a woman wearing a wreath of red roses? She is a passionate woman (but be careful, her thorns are sharp enough to make you bleed!) There’s another woman who is wearing a sunflower yellow satin dress and dances around the garden, her bubbly nature warms the hearts of all who know her (the sun is not the sun, she is the sun!) A little girl is sitting under the tree, her face relaxed and peaceful, a fancy basket full of lavender flowers beside her, she then drifts slowly off into dreamland…

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Flowers and females are nature’s jewels. They are enthralling, lovely, and each of their appearances is unique, even enticing. When we speak about our loved ones (especially women), we think about flowers - flowers that remind you of her, or flowers that she loves. Whether it’s the flower of remembrance, the flower of love, or the flower of freedom, you immediately know which flower resembles her the most.

[moonboohoo]

broken youths.

（THE HEARTBREAK CLUB!） —— broken youths dwelled in thick darkness, again. their hands and legs were bound tightly to their bodies, their mouths dripping honey blood as they screamed in agony when they felt thousands of little needles prickling their skin.

they wanted to escape from reality, they wanted to live a normal life like other teenagers did,  they wished they could open their hearts and let flowers grow inside their lungs, they wanted someone to bring them a star so they could follow the light and see the clouds again, and -

they wanted to notice the most meticulous things that made them happy instead of plunging into a pool of despair.

broken youths struggled to break free when they saw an apparition of a beautiful woman slowly approaching them. her pale fingers brushing their cherry-bruised lips, then, she pecked them on their cheeks - they smiled, thinking she could get them out from this hell hole but, oh dear - a burning sensation slowly creeping towards the centre, and it stung their face like a knife-edged wind! she laughed creepily, licking her lips before she stuffed cigarettes and broken glasses inside their mouth, leaving them hanging like broken dusty toys - black holes sucking them dry till they became a skeleton with little marigolds inside their ribcage.  

(MARIGOLD SYMBOLIZES PAIN AND GRIEF) —— broken youths remain broken, toxic family relationships and insecurities, sewing their hearts over and over again till it bleeds, and the cycle repeats, again, again, and again.

[moonboohoo]

———— 失魂 a ghost’s dream

Do you know the differences between morning and night, sun and moon, flower fields and graveyards? These elements are a set of puzzles, when combined, they make a whole. When you look closely - it doesn’t form a new perspective nor a spectacular portrait, it doesn’t form a thing. The pieces are all in the right place, but it seems unfit - it looks like an abstract painting that you can never grasp in one moment, and surprisingly, you find colourful sketches of abstract chaos rather entertaining. But she knows it well, she is the creator after all, every piece of element resembles her character, and you don’t know that underneath her honey flesh, it’s consumed by dark secrets and broken lies. Darling, she is a hollow shell - full of nothing but tears. You run away when things turn sour, but was it really sweet before?

After all those years, she keeps on dreaming - and she thinks, one day, you will find her disgustingly sweet too.

[moonboohoo]

house of nostalgia.

1958 —— The exterior of this house was not even appealing. It was bland and dull compared to the other houses that were vibrant and enthralling (they were coruscating diamonds glittering in the moonlight!) These fascinating houses were made to suit the modern times in a fashionable manner, but Popo’s house was made from an ancient seed that grew steadily in the 1950s - the faded beige walls, the rusty swings, the chinese plants, the red lamps hanging outside the porch, and the two red papers written vertically by Grandpa (those were good luck messages) were hung on the wooden door for more than 50 years. Popo told me that memories (old objects) should be kept inside a jar, because throwing them will not lead you to memory lane. Grandpa has kept the living room the same - the chinese sofa was still there, the ancient paintings were still hanging on the wall, and the antique mahogany chairs were put neatly beside the round table. Last but not least, the worn-out heels from the 1920s were still displayed in a chinese glass cabinet. Popo told me that the heels would bring good fortune to the household, and I still wonder, is it true?

[moonrapstar]

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[puisilover]

#Repost @safransiska ・・・ “You deserve to be loved..” #repost - It is almost the end of the year and people need to realize how blessed they are to be able to watch the world spinning until today! And I know I would not make it this far without the support of people who matter the most to me! So I will soon posting about people I am thankful for in 2016! #peopleiamthankfulforin2016 Visit and read more: ⏩moons-poetry.blogspot.com . . . . . #moonspoetry #poem #theblackandwhitequote #poetsocietry #writer #author #writing #instaart #writersofinstagram #puisilover #addictedsouls #poet #lovepoem #photooftheday #uwpublishing #typewriter #addictedpoetry #typewriterpoetry #poetrycommunity #igpoets #instapoem #poetsofinstagram #instapoetry #creativewriting #typewriterquotes #writerscommunity