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Travis Kwon; 26 Favorite phrase "I don't give a fuck" Photographer. specs: iphone 6s plus ♣ [email protected]

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[travkwn-blog]

“I can’t give you like professional advice. But I can give you advice based on my life, which is: fuck anything and everything.”

@chaerioux

He understood that this was supposed to be an honest momentbetween two friends; ideally the vibe should have been vulnerable while sharingtheir inner thoughts, but this is Travis here. Upon hearing the advice, heraised a brow staring at her in mock-shocked to show he was playing around. “Wow,based on experience you fucked anything and everything? Damn, girl, you’re areal one for admitting that. Please tell me more.”

[batgrliii-deactivated20161006]

“A guy asked me a question the other day… about why people run when things get tough. That’s easy – you can become someone else, wherever you land, right? Who’s gonna know the difference? So why stay? Why set yourself up for more failure? For more pain? Also easy – because we don’t know how to do anything else. So why stay? Why open yourself up to all the bad you’ve tried to leave behind? “The only variable you can control is yourself.” You can forget who you are, or you can be who you want to be. That’s why you stay. You stay for a second chance.“ - Stephanie Brown.

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[travkwn-blog]

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WARM AND FUZZY MEME!SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO:

🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE

“Idon’t see why I’m cooking for you.” Travis did enjoy cooking from time to time,but he usually breaks out his moves to get something out of another. As a wise personsaid, giving is good as long as you’re getting and he didn’t want anything fromKae. To sum it up, this was Travis being nice without any ulterior motives.Resting a hand on his hip while stirring a pan full of noodles, he called overhis shoulder, “I hope you like pasta. If you don’t, too bad it’s the only thingI can make that won’t poison you.”

[love-personal]

[travkwn-blog]

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[defjc-deactivated20200813]

“The fuck— that’s an insult. Hell no I don’t want vegan food or a quinoa bowl. Shit Trav, lets be real here, you ain’t gonna last on this.. diet.. or whatever you wanna call it.” 

[travkwn-blog]

“Oh, so you don’t want some! Flaky as hell. Nah, let me be real. When you’re an old man with a belly you can’t get rid off, I’ma be healthy, wavy as fuck, pulling in bitches while you’re on the sidelines chat ‘bout ‘I don’t want vegan food’.” While he spoke, he moved around the room gathering his keys and phone to leave, “If you want something, c’mon.”

[ssngwoo-blog]

“Nice doesn’t mean slow and sure,” he grumbled in defense at the older male, his eyebrows knit together. Truthfully, though, Travis’ words hit him, and he briefly considered changing strategies, if that’s how they should be called. He then gave Travis’ offer a thought, but then shook his head. The frown on his features turned into a grin. “Nah, I wanna see how she reacts first, heh.” He gave his screen a long hard look to see if a reply would come, then looked back up to the older male when none came, and in surprise at what he said. “Fake life? What do you mean by a fake life, huh?”

[travkwn-blog]

      "Nice doesn't mean slow and sure?! Then what are you being slow and sure for then? To fuck? To ruin her life and never call her again? Slow and sure is if you're planingn on making her your girlfriend or marriage aka nice shit." When the younger male asked what he meant by ‘fake life’ Travis looked at him incredulously, wondering if he really went over his head. “I was being sarcastic. You ask if I did that in real li--” he began to explain, but the point of the joke was over. “It doesn’t matter, really. You didn’t get it, I’m not going to be sarcastic around you anymore.” He leaned over to look at the other’s screen also wondering what she’ll say. “How long you’ve been talking to her?”

[faceoftheunderground]

A puff of air left her lungs blowing her curly bangs up out of her face. “There better be shrimp of some sort in there or I’m going to be sad.” Kay gave him a half smile back and slowly nodded her head patting his hands gently. “You know what’s funny? I was giving someone else that exact same advice yesterday? I should really take my own advice more often.” But Travis was right. The company wasn’t physically collapsing under her feet so she had time. She needed to take a break and regroup so her focus could be spot on when she worked on fixing the problems.

[travkwn-blog]

     “I got you,” flashing a smile, he strides over to the take-outbag and began to take out the containers of food. “I bought shrimp fried rice,lo mein, and some egg rolls.” He tipped the bag over to dump out the fortunecookies, soy, duck, and mustard sauces that hid at the bottom. “I never thoughtI’d see this type of Chinese here, but this new restaurant opened up inItaewon.” He passed her the cheap chopsticks that came with the order. “Itseems like I’ll be eating there often. Hm, that tends to happen, y’know. Noreally listens to themselves, but try to. For your mental health and shit. Can’tbe stressing yourself out so young.”   

[frankocean]

[ssngwoo-blog]

Half of Sangwoo’s face was in his palm as he backtracked the messages Travis sent on his behalf. Some of them were funny, he found himself needing to hold down a chuckle or two when he read them. A few or so, were not, however. “Hyung, I was trying to be slow and sure with this one, now you’ve ruined it,” he accused with a pointed look. He was a little distracted, though. A few recipients of Travis’ messages had started replying and he was soon hard at work undoing the damage. “You don’t send stuff like these in real life do you?”  

[travkwn-blog]

       “Slow and sure? For whose benefit? You have heard of thesaying, ‘nice guys finish last’, right? He lowered his head, rising a brow. “Keepthat in mind.” Travis picked at the pickled side dish, only eating the cucumbersas he shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t think I’ve ruined anything…okay, maybe a little.Do you want me to tell me that it wasn’t you, but a friend playing around? No Idon’t send stuff like that in real life, I send them in fake life—of course, Ido. It’s a good way to waste time, y’know.”      

[travkwn-blog]

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@dixvoon

      Slouched on his sofa, Travis cut his eyes over to Sohee. What’s she’s insinuating? Yeah, they have been stuck at his house for a few hours after stating they were going to go out, but he was lazy. Rolling over onto his side, he continued to text away on his phone. “But it’s hot outside– will you accept that excuse?”

[mi2x-blog1]

When Mimi noticed the scent of burning food coming from the kitchen, she’d hopped up from her place on the sofa and rushed into the kitchen. Grabbing a pot holder, she opened the microwave, carefully extracting the burnt popcorn and dropping it onto the counter. She was unable to resist laughing at the situation, pulling the bag open and peering upon the blackened kernels for a split second before selecting one and sending it launching at her friend.

“Good job, space case. A movie with no popcorn.” Without thinking, she ate a piece, immediately regretting her actions and making a face of displeasure.

“Oh, god. Pizza. PLEASE.”

[travkwn-blog]

       “It’s not that funny,” he stared at his champion bubblingover in laughter, noticing how she opened the bag of popcorn and he subtletybacked up before swatting the burnt snack out of his face. “Popcorn isn’t thatgreat anyways. It gets in your teeth, it’s salty, and overall it doesn’t taste good.”He scrolled through his phone to find a pizza shop number and looks up briefly tosee her eat a piece of the popcorn, only imagining it taste horribly based onher facial expression and smirks, shaking his head. “What kind pizza you want? Anddon’t say sweet potato crust, corn, mayonnaise, or whatever bullshit toppingsthat goes on ‘pizza’ here. That ain’t pizza.”