Dear, Don’t Look Back Anymore (transl. Doolsetbangtan)

suppressed longing makes me feel crazy because it alway Seeps Out. like how you need to let the steam off of a pressure cooker to make sure it doesn’t explode, there’s always some evidence of it somewhere. a hug that’s a little too tight. a hand that lingers too long. eye contact that lasts a few seconds more than it’s supposed to. holding hands for safety becoming a convenient excuse. getting close enough to bump knees to watch something on a phone screen and not ever pulling away. fixing a loose thread and having fingers subconsciously feel the fabric underneath.

like it’s always There. no matter the effort that goes in to hiding and suppressing it all the lines blur eventually. and the longer it lingers, the more the touch becomes familiar—the harder it is to let off the same steam. it’s not enough to feel it a few seconds at a time. eventually there needs to be some other way to let the pressure off but what would that even be? other than crossing the line you’ve been trying to avoid this entire time?

Good job leading that ship onto the rocks, high-five! 

That’s was a fun project I got myself into on a self-dare. The title comes from that tiny tiny figure on the lighthouse getting a high-five from the Chtulhu-like creature. Sadly this picture was a victim of the 2017 computer crash that caused the loss of several of my original HD files, so the zoom-ins (old WIP screenshots I had made and posted on instagram) are the last proof of this even being the case.

indigo ; from the colors of human, nature, etc

cutest mistake ever!!

help girl i drifted out to sea [x]

dracula stained glass, part 5

book 1 mc and tyril my beloved.... from that one scene on the ship

I'm kinda shy but if youre persistent in getting to know me for 5-6 years I can be a good addition to your household

Konstantin Somov, Fireworks in the Park, 1907