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super thankful to have been able to write and meet so many great people here!!ย pls feel free to hmu if you want to stay in contact โก
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๏ฝก ย : ย ยฐ ย เฎ @innayhโ
ย ย ย had you asked two years ago, what makes a home? sheโd smile and laugh and sayย โhome is where mom and dad are. its where i feel the safest.โ dismantle the foundation, break down the walls and learn the secrets behind them. what is she to do when the two people she were meant to trust with her life were the very ones she should be afraid of? the weight of losing everything hunched her shoulders, foreign cots and makeshift sheets could not stave off nightmares of evil people and their misguided intentions.ย
ย ย ย she distinctly remembers the first morning sheโd awoken, fully rested without the plague of restless anxiety. it had been months since then, fight or flight on constant high, worried that at any moment sheโd be dragged back to the cage she was brainwashed into thinking was her safe haven. that morning sheโd opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the three strips of sunlight that peeked from her blinds, the peace that blanketed over her knowing she got to sleep in on a sunday morning. then, came the smell of freshly brewed tea from the morning, and yerin thought, right. this is home.ย
ย ย ย there was a certain gratitude held for kwon inna, to take a chance on a stranger and extend a home to someone sheโd only known briefly. memories of domesticity with family was marred with distrust and betrayal, but now yerin thinks, perhaps those memories could be replaced.ย
ย ย ย she doesnโt know when she slipped into routine so seamlessly, the highlight of her day being able to share a meal the other after a long day of work. some nights the teahouse owner was busy, which she understood, but nothing beat coming home to the aroma of a home cooked meal. yerin sat, deflated in her seat after stuffing herself to the brim with innaโs cooking.ย
ย ย ย โiโm not so much of a great cook just yet, but i swear iโm a different person when baking, you know. its strawberry season, isnโt it? i can make us homemade mochi tomorrow. if youโre not busy, that is. its really good, i swear! you have to try it.โย
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i just had waaaay too much caffeine but am super thankful because now i have so much energy to put into writing, so!!! if you reply to this post with a song iโll write a thread inspired by it for the event, but if you reply with the ๐ถ emoji i can shuffle my favorite summer playlist and write one off of the song it lands on ๐ค
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๏ฝก ย : ย ยฐ ย เฎ @yhyonggukโ
ย ย ย so, thereโs this boy. sheโs been gushing about him for the past month or so, the margins of her workload were riddled with his name doodled with hearts beside them. thereโs this awful habit sheโs got of romanticizing things, thinking of life like a movie with a plot, exposition and climax and denouement. this is her story where sheโs met the boy of her dreams: he is polite, sweet, and has the most tender gaze sheโs ever seen. this is all projections of course, but the poor thing is far too submerged in her own delusions to see rhyme or reason. she thinks, oh, my parents would love him,ย but is quick to wave it off.
ย ย ย heโs on her mind tonight, as heโs been for the past week after she stopped by his booth to ask what the best route to busan was. her assignment of the day was this popular bar amongst the youth, something sheโs heard in passing by a few friends. she reckons its still a bit too soon to be fully comfortable in places like this, though the sight of others her age at ease makes her even more frustrated with her lack of adaptability.
ย ย ย little did she think sheโd run into him at a place like this, pierced and punctured and as handsome as ever. can't be him, she reasons, no way in hell. then he turned his head and she was lost in his eyes the same way she'd been the first time they met and knew, without a doubt, that was yongguk.
ย ย ย curse words had been forbidden since she could comprehend simple sentences. they were never uttered within her range from anyone. still, a phrase echoed in the recesses of her mind once she was free from his glare: well, shit.
ย ย ย it took a while to muddle through her emotions, so many flaring at once it was hard to discern what from where. she couldn't even enjoy the soda she'd beenย nursing since she sat down at the far end of the bar, as overpriced as it was. she continued shuffling through them, trying to rationalize why she felt so strongly at the sudden change of appearance of the boy she'd only talk to occasionally, even when he asked her to follow him. she doesn't know why she complied, weaving through bodies before slipping through an exit after him.
ย ย ย the sudden change in atmosphere was dizzying, the overpowering music blasting through the small space now reduced to a muffled, thrumming bass. the silence between them was ten times louder, and for a moment she picks at her nails before taking a deep inhalation.
ย ย ย "so..." she begins. "small world, huh?"
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๏ฝก๏พโขโเญจโกเญงโโข๏พ๏ฝก
howdy howdy, gamers ๐ค !! its jules back at it again at krispy kreme, and super excited to introduce miss han yerin, former cult victim, now trying to lay low in the sea side down of yunhwa as a staff member at yunhwa ilbo. sheโs currently at a stage in her life where her identity was ripped apart and sheโs trying to figure out who she is alone, if that makes sense?? so expect lots of character development from this one!! iโm always down for plots so if you hit that โก iโll message u asap (stan stayc)ย
โ ย โ (park chaeyoung โroseโ, cisfemale, she/her) hey thank you for coming to town hall to update your information han yerin! youโre a citizen, correct? good to know! are you enjoying yourself around yunhwa? youโve been staying here for five months, right? iโm glad! remind me, are you born on 13/10/1997? weโre so lucky to have someone so forthright around as a staff at yunhwa ilbo even if sometimes you can be antagonistic. hope to see you around house #4013, hwesakgu!ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. / ๐๐๐.ย / ๐๐๐๐๐.
* disclaimer : while iโm well aware that cults, especially those entangled with religion are a touchy subject, i have done my research and, for the most part, gloss over many details rather than extensively explain the corruption or the cultโs inner mechanics. regardless of this, please proceed to read at your own risk. the only tw contained in the intro is the mention of embezzlement.ย
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Growing up feels like your skin no longer fits. Like you just want to crawl out of that thinly stretched space and lay down in the grass and sob for hours. Instead, I am in a cafe eating lunch and trying not to scream. Looking around wondering if anyone else in this building is doing the same thing, wondering if they ever have and, if so, how they got through it. Maybe I would calm down if I just had the assurance that other people have looked in the mirror and no longer recognized themselves.
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I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didnโt.
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