#old work

[minxdomain]

my old works

Dirty Little Baby ft. jungwoo of nct stepbro chronicles ft. jungwoo of nct Hentai or die !! ft. Jeno of nct private time ft. Jeno of nct

[charlieblub]

i kiss the scars on your skin

my boyfriend and i have been together for a little over a year now. he wanted to talk about something.

i knew he had a history of self harm. i also knew he hated the acne scars that covered his skin. i told him i'd love him either way.

he showed me his scars. clean lines decorated his shoulders and his thighs, dark dots all around his torso and legs, reds and browns adorned his shoulders. he was beautiful like a night sky with shooting stars and constellations.

he said he was ashamed of them, that they made him feel weak. they made him ashamed of his worst moments.

i told him he looked like the universe, covered in constellations and stars. he said those were beautiful in actuality, but these represented him and his ugliness. i said that was a lie. they represented vulnerability and that on its own was beautiful.

i said, "if you don't like them, thats fine. but they are not ugly. if you don't believe me, let me show you."

and he did.

so we stayed in bed for hours. him in his shorts silently crying and me in my shorts kissing every imperfection he thought was such. every mole, dot, line.

[valhonne]

Dibujos antiguos

[poepoe-thebunny]

Helios- AKA old cringe poetry from almost 4 years ago.

If ever I were to find enough hours in the night, 

To long for your rays of dripping honey, surely such time,

Would never be enough to ease the longing in my soul come morning light, 

Unyielding to time, as you dance across the stone, smooth and sublime. 

I thank Helios for you resurrection, and curse him all the same, 

For the muses curse me with madness, if madness is to be love, 

I place ink to paper in dejection, for surely the words cannot capture, 

the essence of you, golden heat, a forgotten warmth, I foolishly try to attain, 

Here in my longing hours of moonlight, out of reach thereof, 

Of the heavenly richness of the morning sky, and the barest caress of rapture. 

If ever I were to find enough hours in the night,

For my weak and tender soul to spill secrets without remand, 

And to give my heart a single nights’ respite, 

From the ache of longing you have placed within me, unmanned, 

I would beg again for madness, of surety most divine, 

For surely you are divine, and worship is all I can give, 

My love a moonlit prayer, an offering from beneath the endless nighttime sky, 

I watch you cast your golden halo from the safety of my paper shrine, 

[luzylunafrancisco]

[autobits-and-pieces]

Having a day looking at my old wattpad in the big 26. God I was cringe in 2019, all of that stuff has to be rewritten to be less nose crinklingly bad

[twoelevvens]