230101 NCTsmtown Twitter Update
twitter changing their logo to doge really solidified how much of a garbage fire of a website it has become.
the trolley problem but instead it’s a catboy or a werewolf
handsome women covered in blood. reblog.
I'll close my eyes, be ten again
I'll find the safety in a grin
That yellow boy, a tender soul
I'll find the love the years all stole
I'll clench my fists, attack the clock
Bludgeon the seconds with will and rock
I'll run to a time safer than this—
Gather up the gifts I miss
I'll shout at a god who never writes back
I'll call him a monster, a demon, a hack
Deface the altar, rip up the pews
That place isn't heaven, it's just refuse
— the little name · adora
why'd i feel so empty? i can call all day, i can cry until i have nothing left and use up all the light until the sun sets in streaks of blood, leaving the hours bared, stripped down, ripped away violently from their former glory — hey, just like us.
and like the sky when it pours rain and stars, the feelings come flooding in and knock me over from the floor where i’m still on my knees; on my knees from the intensity of my feelings, on my knees because the memories of you still exist, tangible, beautiful and oh, what an excellent accident of stardust.
oh, i’m high from this, i’m happy for this — that little time, those little moments that aged and turned into what we can now call the past, and now i remember them in a new, rose-tinted light.
like i said, little memories, a forgotten morning in which i’d have overlooked you, in a scene all too familiar, and the dust swirled like a storm and when it cleared . . . you were standing there saying hello.
hello again, and then our eyes locked.
and feelings unfolded. delicate, liquid glass
breakable, new
but oh, it was so, so, perfect.
and so . . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀can i have your name?
mmm.
saudade. saudade, saudade, and sillage. kalopsia. kalopsia, kalopsia, and hiraeth.
time; preserved in dust; and love; preserved in time. oh, let me go back to what i never had . . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀can i have your name?
let go. close your eyes. look. not at what you lost, not what you don’t have
not at what you could’ve had.
but what you do. who you are.
look at your eyes, how they shine quicksilver underneath the streaming moonlight, how they glow gold in the late afternoon, when the air cools a little and you wear that deep blue hoodie that brings out the laughter in your smile.
yeah, your smile. the one that stretches across your entire face. the one that shows in your eyes more than anywhere else because fuck, i’ve never seen eyes glitter so brightly. yeah, the one that people turn to stare at because it’s just so fucking gorgeous.
fan your fingers out in the cold breeze and take pride in being who i am — know it, laugh at it and acknowledge that the laughter isn’t a satirical one, but rather one of wonder. that it’s the type born of golden sunsets and smoky stars swept aside against the backdrop of the moments that flit and make up your life — because you’re the star.
you’re my stars, you’re my skies, you’re you, and that’s exactly right.
because for a few shining seconds, you’re the sun. because i never knew the sun could exist in someone’s eyes before i met you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"can i have your name?"
MARK for Harper's Bazaar Korea (November 2022)
© DPDSK
Deadlifted 405. 3 reps 8 sets.
Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you
hm