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I SWALLOWED A STAR AND WHEN I OPENED MY EYES I WAS GLOWING I SWALLOWED A STAR AND WHEN I OPENED MY EYES I WAS FLOATING I SWALLOWED A STAR AND WHEN I OPENED MY EYES I WAS FILLING UP THE ROOM WITH MY LIGHT I SWALLOWED A STAR AND WHEN I OPENED MY EYES I WAS IMPORTANT I SWALLOWED A STAR BUT WHEN I OPENED MY EYES THE ROOM WAS EMPTY AND NO ONE WAS THERE TO SEE ME BECOME BEAUTIFUL

[jensoo]

jisoo and her cute headband [170507]

[jensoo]

jisoo for kiss me ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[blackpink]

when Jisoo has to act cute (x)

[dreamcatrcher-deactivated202101]

jisoo + airport looks ♡

 cr: ods + 퓨리

[blackpinkofficial]

[IG] 181001 sooyaaa__: @kissme.kr 💋😘

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nozous· !

“to the poor money is survival; to the rich, it is one of two things - bondage or ransom. Keep it and the poor stay in bondage, be generous and ransom their freedom.” the words that left her mother’s mouth still remains inside of her head ever since she was a baby. Her skin is bronzed, tortured by the sun due to monotonous exposure. The stench of sweat is evident. Her messy hair and dirtied skin is a sure sign of rough living (not to mention the worn-out clothes – most likely handed down from a previous generation).  Her eyes are firm to the untrained eye, yet all people see is loneliness as they become unfocused. her eyes were eyes of experience; they’d seen a lot, not all of it pleasant. Her hardened look and stone-cold gaze were a clue to their witness. her plan was to get in and out of her as fast as she could. yeeun had a lot of money and she was so sure of it that the money from her wallet wouldn’t be such a disaster if one day, it just disappears. the money inside of her hands felt like pure gold - she needed this. she quit her job shortly after she received the results from her board exam since the money that came from her paycheck didn’t do anything good for her. she already had most of the money in her pockets and was about to grab whatever was left but her heart started to race a little when she heard the jiggling of a doorknob. she was about to hide underneath the bed but she was already too late. “nothing - move. i got shit to do.”

━ ━ * ♡ ┊the tense air settled on them,  her fingers still wrapped tightly around the wallet and her gaze fixed on her best friend. if she was tired, yena was definitely far beyond that. the exhaustion was wearing down her pretty features and she looked worse than the last time she’d had met her at the police station. almost instinctively her hand was reaching for her, wanting to brush away the strand of her hair dangling in front of her eyes, giving her a tight hug and asking her if she needed help. but she stopped half-way and slowly retreated. perhaps, she still needed some time and she shouldn’t force herself on her like that. she knew that sometimes she was a little too much and that not everyone wanted to have her around her, and yena definitely made it clear the last time they met. and instead of asking her what had happened and forcing her to stay here so she could take care of her, this time she just walked to the closet in complete silence, taking out some blankets and fresh clothes before opening a drawer, locking the wallet in it and opening another one to take out some cash. “ yena, i’m not angry with you for taking my money, you can have it all if you need it.” she said, placing the pile of blankets with the money on the top into her arms. “ and you don’t even need to tell me why you need it. but it’d be nice if you talked to me if you need some help instead of breaking into my house.” her tone wasn’t reproachful, but she was hiding her disappointment behind her soft smile. “i mean... i thought we’re friends, best friends actually, and if you do that i feel like i’m some stranger to you.” she then moved away from her, just like she told her to. “ you can stay here if you want, talk to me about what happened or not, i’ll be next door. you can ignore me, i don’t care as long as you’re fine. but if you wish to leave, please take the blankets and clothes with you and at least buy some food with the money i gave you, you don’t look well and i’m worried about you, yena.”

[jensoo]

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[clarkegriffins]

James?

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vannahxkang· !

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If one had asked Savannah if she had thought that things would end up like this, she would have said no  at first. But things took a turn.  Now, with Jaehyun back in her life, as well as her parents knowing where she lived, it was all a lot for her. With Gia being taken care of by her babysitter for a little while, she had enough time for herself to go out and do some things. A small sigh escaping her lips, her eyes looked around as she walked. Looking ahead of her though, she came to a stop when she saw her cousin, Yeeun. How long had it been since they last saw each other? Years? Who knew. But one thing was for sure, things felt weird between them. Taking a deep breath, she did her best to smile. “Hi.”

━ ━ * ♡ ┊meeting her cousin as she was strolling through the streets of itaewon suddenly made her realize how small the city was. everything seemed to be connected to each other and everyone seemed to know each other. but it was only when she returned from her little one-year break, when everything in her life suddenly seemed to go down that she realized that. and the actual yeeun was supposed to be happy about that, happy that everyone was so close to her and to each other and still, some other part of her dreaded it. how everyone just seemed so close to each other. how everything and everyone was intertwined with each other. if only that wasn’t the case, things in her life surely would’ve been easier. “ hi.” she shifted awkwardly the strap of her bag, leaving out the usual hug she’d give her cousin whenever she’d see her. “ long time no see.” she forced a smile, catching herself how her eyes were scanning over her cousins features. a mess of thoughts filling up her mind. savannah had always been prettier than her. gia sure looked alike her mother but apparently the familiar features she spotted in her cousin’s daughter face weren’t all that of her mother’s. good, that gia wasn’t here, it surely would’ve made things more awkward between them and yeeun didn’t want to witness her that. “ i’m sorry, i should’ve texted you once in a while but i’m busy right now...” her fingers were nervously running through her hair; a habit she just couldn’t rid off whenever she would lie.” i don’t think we can talk to each other right now, but it was nice seeing you, sav...”

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mingvk· !

the day wasn’t running as smoothly as he had hoped. it was difficult to maintain his levelheadedness when all he wanted to do was go home instead of being forced to play every role in the restaurant all because they’re short staffed. with yeonghwi with an injured hand and the university students having a busy schedule, minguk had yet to reorganize the schedules to prevent a hectic work day for everyone. still, he kept up a polite smile as he alternated between being a waiter and being a chef. he couldn’t wait to go home and take a looooong nap. “yes, of course.” he replied with his best customer service voice as he tipped the water pitcher to fill the empty glass. he blankly watched the water fill the glass, then glanced at the customer and— oh. the room felt colder when his eyes locked on his estranged sister. how long has it been since he has seen yeeun in person? not from afar or on his television screen, watching her chase her dreams and pretending he doesn’t exist. “i— um—” the other guests on the table were starting to gawk at him, probably sensing the tension that was suddenly in the atmosphere. he cleared his throat, setting her glass back on the table in a poor attempt to regain his composure. “has, um, anyone taken your order yet?”  

━ ━ * ♡ ┊she couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when pretending that her brother didn’t exist suddenly became easy. almost the truth. but it was one thing than saying these words when he wasn’t around and another when he was standing here. right in front of her eyes. not looking like the monster she tried to paint him as, but as the person she’d always admired. looked up to and most importantly loved. the wall made out of bitterness and disappointment surrounding her past started to crumble and slowly but forcefully they reminded her how much she actually missed her brother. how alone she actually had been while she was busy acting as if everything was fine, that she made the right decision. but wasn’t it too late anyway ? did she even have the right to wonder about his well-being and how was he doing. how their mother was doing. “ oh, i -- uh - “ she wrapped her fingers around her glass, her hands shaking when she gulped down the water and placed it down again. “ i’m fine, could i just get another glass of water please ?” she mumbled, stealing another glance at her brother. right now, she didn’t know what she trying to achieve. if she was playing for some time just so she could be around him. “ umm.. are you the owner of the restaurant ? i mean, uh, it’s very nice. it feels cozy.” she shifted her eyes back to the water, placing her hands on her knees “ you look exhausted, though. would you like to sit down and uh, eat with us.” she asked, her mind too messy to even notice the irritated glances the others were giving her when she suddenly invited the waiter and supposedly complete stranger to eat with them. but when one staff member ordered her to cut that crap and to finally order something she realized how weird that scene actually was. “ i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to disturb you.. your work.” her fingers dug into her skin, an attempt to suffocate the sudden urge to just run away. “ uh, where’s the toilet ?”

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dxscm· !

Her days off where something that Dasom enjoyed just as much as she enjoyed her job, thought it had a downside, she never knew what to do on them anymore and so she found herself being at the local cafe on those days, either reading a book or with some friends or by herself watching the world pass by. This time she was on her own, drinking her coffee gently since she had burnt her tongue already and she didn’t want to make it worse. Dasom was looking through the window, lost in her own world when she heard a voice, quite close if she may add making her jump in surprise. “What the-?” She spoke before stopping at the girl’s voice asking for a favor and Dasom had never said no to someone who needed one and she wasn’t going to start now. “Sure, of course” She smiled softly into her coffee. “There is no need to buy me anything, I will do it for free but…” her curiosity battled with being polite and the first one won making the woman tap gently to the table “why are you hiding?”

━ ━ * ♡ ┊“ thank you so much -” she almost hugged her legs but refrained herself from doing so as she didn’t want to cause the stranger more trouble by suddenly scaring the hell out of her. “ and i’ll still buy you every cake at this shop, i mean after i can finally talk face to face to you.” she joked despite of the situation but again the whole situation was actually some kind of bad joke. slowly, sticking her head out she was looking up to the other, her eyes scanning her features before a soft smile was growing on her lips. “ i knew it, i knew that someone that kind must be that pretty.” her eyes were crinkling slightly. “ uh -” she then blinked at her in confusion, knitting her brows in concentration as she was struggling to find an explanation without sounding like someone crazy. sure, she was slowly gaining popularity but she wasn’t that popular that everyone would recognize her right away so would it make her sound like some crazy person when she was actually telling her the truth ? “ oh, there are people outside, i don’t know if they’re still there but do you see anyone walking around with something looking like a camera ?” she asked before continuing again, her arm hurting a little from propping it against the cold floor. “ i think they’re following me. actually they’ve been following me for already a week. don’t worry they won’t hurt you or anything, they’re just looking for me. -- again, i’m really sorry about that but do you perhaps have something to hide my face with ?”

[leo-princeofdarkness]

I could just email you. But I wanted to see you and talk to you. And here I am. 

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nozous· !

mad? she was more than mad. all the anger that was inside of her, was just waiting to come out and create a world of chaos. she knew lashing out at yeeun or jim would just make the situation worse than it already is - but she just couldn’t help it. anger was in her genes and it was inside of her system and it was impossible for the rage to not come out. maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow but it will come out of her system one way or another…even if she didn’t want it to.”you shouldn’t do this - you shouldn’t be there for someone who clearly doesn’t you in their life.” she had no control over what could come out of he mouth next. there wasn’t anything called a ‘pause’ button or a ‘stop’ sign in her world - none of that exists. wife? she wasn’t jim’s wife. even if that was a nice thought to hear when she was in middle school, she is not his wife. she’s not even sure if she’s even capable of being a wife to one so how dare she say such things? once she heard that some driver will come and pick them up she didn’t hesitate to jump inside of the car first already wanting this day to be over so she can finally go home and sleep.”well, you can tell yeeun to give up because i don’t even want to hear shit from her.” she huffed, letting her arms fold right in front of her chest. she was about to say something else to yeeun but once the driver made a sudden turn she closed her eyes quickly, not wanting to hear or see what was going to happen next. when she opened her eyes she felt a strong pair of her arms wrapped around her only to reveal that it was jim. her eyes were fixed on jim which almost seemed like years before she turned over to the driver.”do you want to get me killed?! what kind of driver are you - ”

━ ━ * ♡ ┊ “ stop it, yena, when will you finally stop pushing me away ? “ her voice rose a little, threatening to turn into shouting but it seemed that even that wouldn’t help. no, yeeun definitely wasn’t the vicitm here and even if many of her friends liked to paint her as one, telling her that yena was only using her and that she shouldn’t surround herself with someone as filthy as her, she wasn’t the victim. it was yeeun who was trying to force her help on yena even if she never asked for it. and it was yeeun who was acting as if she could fix everything. that spending money on her to get her out of trouble was actually helpful. enough. but was it enough ? wasn’t there so much else she could do ? jim, his shoulders tensing with every message he was about to deliver could barely keep himself together as he witnessed both of them destroying their friendship but when yena told her what to say to her, he couldn’t help but take her hand and squeeze it gently when he looked down on her. “ yena are you sure about that ?” he asked, then quickly removing his hands when she folded her arms, suddenly feeling guilty for just touching her without asking for permisson. a faint shade of red pinched his cheeks when he straightened his back. “ i know that you don’t mean that, yena.” he whispered so yeeun wouldn’t hear them. “ i know that you’re angry but you might regret it. you’re good person, yena and you don’t mean it.” he then turned to yeeun, just shaking his head and receiving a confused look from her. but yeeun couldn’t even say something when her head banged against the seat. “ eh, what ? are you talking to me ?” he fixed his sunglasses, then noticing that he spilled the flask on his leather jacket. “fuck, you better pay me for that jacket, missy. because of you i was getting distracted. you know that was just helping you out a little, tiny girl on the left seat. i’m actually rooting for you, you look better with him than your love rival.” he pointed at yeeun, then turning around again. with jim being too flustered to even scold the driver he slowly let go off yena, mumbling something under his breath. “ she isn’t her love rival, i only love yen-.” but again he was interrupted when yeeun told the driver to stop the car. “ perhaps it is better when we walk the rest of the way home. i don’t think it’s safe -” however, the driver completely ignored her and then turned the car into the complete opposite direction of her home. 

[aangs]

“Darling, You have a heart like on open palm, and I see the way you try not to clutch people too hard inside when you close it. I understand the way how, sometimes, your worst fight is with and in yourself. I understand that some days you can’t do a thing, because the sole task of keeping your shit together – or at least giving the best impression to the world that you are – sucks all the breath you might have to give. I hope you know that you are not unseen. I hope you know what a goddamn warrior you are in the face of every level of hell you crawl through, when you no longer have the energy to walk. It isn’t easy to look at people and to let the first thing you look for to be the best. It isn’t easy to always try to believe that even the darkest parts of a person deserve your light. I hope you know that it’s okay to curl up in your own darkness sometimes, because I hope you know that someone will bring you some light when you need it. I hope you know that I know that the world is give or take, and sometimes it’s okay to just take. It’s okay to hold onto someone’s rope for dear life if it keeps you from falling off a cliff. I need you to know that I see the way you give pieces of yourself to people. I see the way you lie down on the road just so someone you love no longer has to step in the puddle next to the sidewalk. I see that your love deep is as your heart, and I can’t always believe that you keep your heart in your chest. Sometimes, I wonder how you keep something so big inside a body so small. But I know how often you squeeze it behind your ribcage and keep it out of sight – out of fear and that prickly feeling inside of you that’s worse than any nightmare most could dream up. Please, recognize that you are brave. I know this, even though you never believe it. You see, the view of fistfights is often better from the side-lines than the center of the ring where you are getting bloodied and bruised. You need to know that you are brave because, despite every punch to your gut, you straighten up and face life anyway. I hope you know there is always a person in the crowd rooting for the way you never give up. Not even when all you want to do is sleep. Know this: you are not nothing; on this spectrum, you are far closer to everything. Know this: you are loved.”

— the girl with fireworks for a soul, n.b. (via neverlandswriter)

[winuin]

[nozous]

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[krysyuy]

“You’re a good person.”

[nozous]

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