I Wish Nothing But The Best For You.

Rough edges

I'm made of rough edges.

Made from torn pages and scribbled papers

Made from broken glass glued together

I'm made up of things.

I'm built on the stones thrown at me

My garden is watered by my tears and blood.

So the next time you say that I've had it easy.

Remember this human is built back from scratch.

Things weren't handed to me.

Chanyeol, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

Junmyeon: Are you okay?

Chanyeol: Baekhyun stole my fucking garlic bread.

Old times

You dieded

“The beauty of her was how interchangeable she was. She was off balance. In contrast with herself. She was both happy and sad. Both hot and cold. Her skin was dusted with night stars but still carried the glow of a sun. Her body moved like the waves of the ocean yet her eyes were lit by fires. She was everything this world was made up of from its purest light to its abyss of darkness. Such beauty is a rare sight to see.”

— wanderessbody  | Submit your writing(s)  @wnq-writers​

One day I'll be in that city.

Breathing in the air and feeling the sun on my skin

Watching the sunsets on the shore

The trickling rivers and more.

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chaotic: amazing music taste, probably good with technology, doesn’t bond with professors, has few close friends but lots of acquaintances, parties a lot, never focused (but when they are they’re really productive), really bad at reading people, cram sessions, bad sleep schedule