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mafia im brit/kr, third year, art club vp, school newspaper worst nightmare. hello! :)

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mickeymilkovish:

TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;) [text]: send me pictures [text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU [text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore [wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;) [wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore [wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please! [wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho [text]: i love you so fucking much [text]: i hate you [drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U  [text]: i cannot stop thinking about you [text]: i need you. now. [text]: please respond. im so worried about you [text]: last night was so GOOD [text]: what are you wearing? ;) [text]: is he bigger than me? [text]: did you sleep with her ?! [text]: you’re just a slut [drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>! [drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot [drunk text]: im iss youu [text]: bed or floor? ;-) [text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though ! [text]: i want you naked. [text]: are you going to the party on saturday? [text]: i want to show you how much i love you [text]: do you hate me? [text]: i’m so sorry [text]: WAS THAT A SEXT [text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table.. [text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off [text]: netflix and chill?  [drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss [text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol  [text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner) [text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

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by the way, no good story started with a salad

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“You know what’s funny?” He asks, finishing his cigarette. He gives Mafia a look, eyes innocent and lips curved on a smirk, a look that makes people feel weak on their knees and make their hearts beat faster. “That you think I’m just an asshole,” Jinwoo looks again at the ceiling. “I’m not. I’m an awful person Mafia-ah and if you give me the chance I’ll ruin your life too, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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mafia was used to listening to jinwoo, that time it was no different. they were both lying down and staring at the ceiling and every time jinwoo opens his mouth mafia feels something - at first it was just that general feeling you have when someone is talking shit about you, in his case, he smiled because he didn’t see jinwoo as a threat. maybe he just didn’t know better, and maybe that was the problem.

“I don’t think you are an asshole”, he was still looking at the ceiling, blinking calmly as he continued. “i think you like to act like one, but i get it, it’s easier. you are an asshole so nobody get’s close to you and you don’t have to deal with anything. it’s just easier to say fuck you than to try and get to know someone... i don’t blame you, people suck.” mafia shrugged, honestly, and finally looking at jinwoo again. “i don’t mind if you’re an asshole, or if you’re just as terrible as you say you are - i’m not going anywhere.” 

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I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things.

to: yetwin 

yeah you should be using it to reach for the upper cabinet :)

haha

im great with jokes and don’t even need iq

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map the world

@yftablo

i saw you smile, then i smiled. i was straight blown away mesmerized by your beauty, from your feet to your hands. how could one be so beautiful? i don't understand.

mafia was not gifted for the words, he had his art on colors and shaped and splashing his feelings in form of paint and brush strokes. but it got to the point where there was no other way.

no wonder they call it a crush, because it wrecks you. not in a million years he would imagine himself sitting on a bathroom stall writing those words on the walls. that bathroom was a shrine dedicated to the student life, he knew. people cried about their problems, expressed themselves on the walls, made shady deals, made out with each other, and not to mention that drawing of that dick haunting his mind every single day of his life. 

 “you are officially pathetic” he said to himself, putting his permanent marker away. too coward to say anything to anyone, too scared to act up on his feelings, too afraid to even say the words out loud. 

it was time to get out of that bathroom. 

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"Is that a dead body or a sex doll?"

“both” he teased, laughing and grabbing more popcorn. “ten bucks it’s gonna be both” - you know, gore slash terror slash trash slash b movies were the perfect escapism from the study life because it takes total control of your brain and the think you are watching is so bad you are able to forget how much homework sucks.

when mafia turned to be right he covered his eyes with his arms spitting popcorn everywhere. “why do you have so many of those movies!” 

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"Kissing him is like kissing a jelly fish."

“who was it this time?” mafia was busy ironing his uniform while choa rambled about her adventures, so to speak. he liked listening to those stories because mafia lived vicariously through her. choa kisses people and drinks a lot and has sex and parties and just carpes the fucking diems day in day out. “you should actually publish a rank of worst and best kissers of sunhwa. thew newspaper would bomb.”

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"Everybody knows England isn't a real place."

oh no, not england-shaming! that was the last straw and mafia smashed his pencil on the table, because if there is one thing that annoys him is how much he sucks at faking annoyance. 

the best he could manage was to punch bobby in the face with a pillow - they never took group study seriously. “oh yeah?” he said “you know what else isn’t real? your dental plan” and then showed all his tiny perfect teeth, ready to growl. 

fourth grade burn for a two hour study session. he couldn’t do better than that. 

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"Let's play a game called Provoke The Murderous Geese. You can go first."

“you mean tablo sshi and jinki sshi?” mafia laughed, rubbing his eye behind his glasses. namjoon and the president of the art club were pulling an all-nighter studying and it always gets to that time of the night were everything is funny because your brain is not working anymore. 

he didn’t even remember how that conversation started “oh, wait, you said geese” now he was just trying not to burst out laughing because it was sleeping time. “i heard geezer.”

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Random Starters:

"If I die today make sure the world knows that Sporty Spice was the best Spice Girl there ever was."

"Fuck you Baby Spice was the best to ever exist and I'll make sure they put it on your headstone."

"Let's play a game called Provoke The Murderous Geese. You can go first."

"Kissing him is like kissing a jelly fish."

"If you tell me to Bing it one more time I'm going to break this laptop over your head."

"Is that a dead body or a sex doll?"

"You are to me what NASCAR is to chocolate pudding."

"I'm afraid only a qualified professional can help you undo that level of fuck up-ery."

"Spin the bottle is so juvenile. Unless the bottle is a bottle of tequila and every time it lands on you you have to take a shot. Sure you'll still end up kissing some loser, but at least everyone will be too drunk to care or tease you about it the next day."

"Don't lick the icing off my fingers ever again."

"Everybody knows England isn't a real place."

"I'm going to have to call your mother on you this time."

"Guess who's having a baby? Not me, my uterus is throwing a tantrum and I need you to either let me rip your head off or bring me ice cream and watch Titanic with me."

"If we go to Hawaii I'm going to find an active volcano to push him into."

"Okay, we COULD invite your mother over to play Scrabble, or we could just have sex and... not do that."

"So I've decided we need to buy a hippo and name it Hulk."

"Will you please break into the library with me to help me return my overdue books? Every time I go in to pay a fine the librarian gives me this judgmental look and if I have to see it again I'm either going to cry or set the place on fire."

"How many mirrors has your face broken in your lifetime?"

"Peter Pan came to me in a dream last night and told me to tell you to go fuck yourself."

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to: grumpy cat

so did you show your parents the picture?did they say i looked like a bad influence?did they offer you money to stay away from me?

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We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it…or burn it. Either way we’ll deal with it later. — @yfxtaemin

to: will stalk u 4ever

we should burn the bridge after we cross it thats right i said it u&me

I mean I’m basically single. Or maybe just an asshole. Either way. / I’d rather have snapchat than feelings. / Let me tell you a story about the rise and fall of my self esteem.  — @eunjixyf

to: my competition

funny i was just walking pass my dorm room and i didn't see psychiatrist written on it no im kidding please tell me the tales of eunji being a loser and mafia being the best photo editor 

go on

Please tell me that chemistry equipment is for chemistry and not for producing felonies. — @yfxminjun  

to: puppy

rumor has it it can also be used to produce great party gifts

Well when you put it that way I sound like a terrible person — @yfxchoa

to: big eyes

margaret, give up

i tried playing the things you say backwards and accidentally summoned satan

own it 

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“ i need to invest in a yoga class or something. ” he comments sarcastically. “ i’m starting to get worn out. ” there’s a jest in his tone, laced with a hazy smirk that is cast over at the male opposite him.

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about the snacks, yeah. that was a sensitive topic really. mafia fake-forgot about the request because the last thing he wanted at the moment was to think about food. let alone buy it for someone else. yesterday he ate noodles for dinner and was still regretting the decision.

"heard sex involves a lot of stretching” the roommate pointed out. mafia was switching between focusing oh his rough sketch and eyeing hyunwoo and what’s her name to keep the observational practice going. hyunwoo was not being much of a help moving around like a lazy fat cat but that’s what drawing people was all about - you have to quicken your pencil strokes and memorize bodies. “maybe you’re just getting old” - finally he smiled, tiny eyes and tiny teeth. 

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Trust me. Coming from a bonafide dirtbag, this dude is up to shady shit.

to: naked mc nipples

i understand u have a lot of expertise on douche-bagery so i’d be stupid not to take ur word on this

but hey change of topic 

did u use my pillow

because its smells like u

aka smells like sweaty balls

to: naked mc nipples

fuck did u hump my pillow 

now i know hos actually up 2 shady shit 

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Texts From Last Night Starters

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kissmyhelmet:

Who knew I was capable of sobriety and human like emotions all in the same night.

I didn’t realize we were having a competition on bad life choices.

My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.

About to do something stupid. You’ll be my call. Bring bail money.

I have no morals, kind of like how you have no standards.

I don’t know where I am, but it’s a goosebumps novel waiting to happen.

I mean I’m basically single. Or maybe just an asshole. Either way.

Well when you put it that way I sound like a terrible person.

I don’t think I have enough personality to make it through this day sober.

He’s like a hurricane. A drunk, sexist, hurricane.

I’d rather have snapchat than feelings.

Let me tell you a story about the rise and fall of my self esteem.

For the record, I hope she gets mauled by a bear and dies.

Oh, well, if you all need a good laugh, by all means endanger my life.

It was the cape. I can’t control myself when I wear a cape.

It’s honestly only a matter of time before I punch him in the face.

Your heart is a swirling cauldron of blackness that does not pump blood but rather a sludge mixture of evil and broken dreams.

I don’t question myself. That’s what I have you for.

That’s the first time I’ve heard ‘shenanigans’ and ‘apocalypse’ in the same sentence.

I can tell right now that knowing you will either be really fun or ruin my life.

It’s not that I hate people, I just want to rip most of their faces off.

Awareness is good for change and all, but ignorance is bliss. I like bliss.

I think I’ve crossed the line from sexually frustrated to sexually furious.

If there was one thing I could learn from you, that wouldn’t be it.

I roundhouse kicked her emotions in the face.

Please organize my life. And I will demoralize yours.

I’ll let you know if at any point this night starts to make sense.

Trust me. Coming from a bonafide dirtbag, this dude is up to shady shit.

Congratulations, you’ve begun to unfuck your life.

It is a dangerous dangerous place where morals and dignity go to die.

No matter how drunk I am, or how drunk I’ll ever be: I love you.

Of all the things that can be stripped of me I’ll be damned if it’s my vanity.

Update: I may or may not be in a cult.

Update #2: I may or may not be the leader of said cult.

Are you doing depressed science again?

I think I left something in your backseat. My integrity.

Once he started yelling at me in latin I wasn’t sure what we were fighting about anymore…

From one hot mess to another…Get it together!

I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things.

Please tell me that chemistry equipment is for chemistry and not for producing felonies.

Passive mediator is your role in this relationship. My role is dick punching arsonist.

Well despite the fact that I’m still not entirely sure this isn’t an elaborate/cunning plan to kill me, I’m in.

It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.

We’re making bets on your personal life.

I just realized the thing that smelled like an electrical fire was me.

I would run away from me if I could.

Look at my hair, does this look like the hair of a person who has their life together?

Nice just gets you lonely, or dead. I don’t like those options.

I just want to hug the crap out of some people.

Do you ever wonder how many people prayed for you to be a better person?

We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it…or burn it. Either way we’ll deal with it later.

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