#tymcnrce.

[atlasfms]

━━━ 𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 › 𝘵𝘺 💥

atlas: so i’m pretty sure i just saw a ufo

atlas: there was this weird ass shape fucking thing floating in the sky & it had like 3 eyes

atlas: it’s also 100% possible that i’m high rn but ITS GUCCI WE SHOULD GO CATCH ALIENS

[atlasfms]

            ❛    𝐢'𝐦    𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲    𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞    𝐢𝐭'𝐬    𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭    vacation  rules  to  go  to  the  gym  when  you’re  supposed  to  be  relaxing  ,  but  there’s  no  rest  for  the  wicked  ,  right    ?    ❜    he  says  after  lifting  his  last  weigh  ,  sitting  up  on  he  exercise  bench  so  he  can  grab  his  bottle  of  cooled  water  .  taking  a  large    mouthful    ,  he  nods  towards  ty  with  a  smile  on  his  lips  .    ❛    i  guess  it’s  better  than  the  city  ,  though  .  i’d  give  anything  to  stay  here  for    longer    .  thing  they’ll  add  another  three  weeks  onto  the  trip    ?    ❜    ╱    @tymcnrce.

[ofstassi]

╰ ° • ♡ 𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 › 𝚝𝚢 🤩

stassi: hi

stassi: i think i saw u in italy but i was only there for a day so idk for sure

stassi: i figured if we’re gonna see each other around i just wanted to say happy new year and i hope you’re good

stassi: it’s stassi btw

stassi: in case u deleted my number or whatever

[atlasfms]

━━━ 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 › 𝘵𝘺 💥

@tymcnrce  liked  for  a  starter  .

atlas:  so  my  parents  dragged  me  to  this  convention  thing    &    i  wanna  cry atlas:  help  a  bro  out    &    safe  me  pls

[kcngs-blog]

            for kang, going home to see his extended family was always something. either the conversations were full of laughter and lightheartedness or things would get awkward. of course, things had gone the latter, as everyone including the media back in shanghai caught wind of kang’s arrest two years ago. his grandparents weren’t the nicest to be around anymore, but they knew how to show face whenever out in public. he’s on the phone with his mom ( the only person in the world who can make him soft ), and emerges from his bedroom while he speaks. ‘ mā, wǒ méishì. bùyào zài dānxīn wǒle. wǒ jīntiān zǎoshang dēnglùle, ’ kang mutters. ‘ wǒ yǐhòu huì dǎ diànhuà gěi nǐ, zàijiàn. ’ finally, kang’s able to hang up his phone and turn his attention towards one of the only people in his life he can tolerate. ‘ alright, where are we supposed to be going ? some place in soho or something ? ’ @tymcnrce