from my ao3 ★ written on 050125 tw ☆ swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of vomiting low-key depictions of an unhealthy obsession/crush on another person. Gunwook has only been alive on planet Earth for 20 years, and yet...

The life of me, the emptiness where ghosts boast of surplus. Half of me is void, quarter is silence, and the other quarter is careless. Questions end with question marks, mine with periods. When the given cannot be repelled, reasons are moot. They say, "There could be light at the end of the...

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Sometimes, I am pain Pain caught in nostalgia Nostalgia rooted in sadness Evoking a cry of anger swallowed Sometimes, I am love No matter who I am with, I feel it One is a gentleness that re scars One is a warmth so coordinated I forget it is real They say a mothers love teaches pati...

the rain tapped soft against the window, like it knew everything they weren’t saying. the room was quiet, except for the sound of two hearts trying not to break at the same time. june her fingers trembled around the coffee mug, not from the cold— but from everything she was holding in. “we don’t ...

i promised her i wouldn’t leave. but i did. the snow was coming. she said, “do you ever feel like everything’s slipping?” i should’ve said something better. but i just said, “yeah. but not this. not you.” i lied. eliah: “liar.” i her eyes. they weren’t angry, just empty. like she already ...

the sky looked bruised. snow hadn’t started yet, but the cold was already in their bones. they sat on the old bench. eliah: “do you ever feel like everything’s slipping?” rowan: “yeah. but not this. not you.” eliah: “liar.” rowan: “i mean it. i’d rather die than leave you.” she stared at him, qu...

Lonesome I’m sitting with friends yet I feel alone, I’m eating with them and I feel alone, It’s like stuffing yourself in the wardrobe like when you’re young, Except this time all the thrills have run out, The muffled laughters that once held can no longer heard as well, The exc...

O Beauty, you arrive not with thunder, but with a whisper— a glint of light on cracked pavement, the hush between heartbeats, the moment a child laughs without knowing why. You are not loud, but you are felt. And when you come, we what it means to be alive. I once saw...

Prompt by ——❝ rartin_ on Youtube 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳: “Oh my god... Are you okay?!” 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣: “You should see the other guy!” 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢...

The sun beat down on the cracked pavement outside the med center. My friend and I stood close, phones buzzing as we tried to untangle the confusing details of the PG program. The air was thick with the scent of freshly mown grass and distant chatter from ing students. Then, from behind, he appe...