— j. iron word

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

real

I think we are what we are fed, and i can only hope it ends well. This is supposed to be our chapter, our happily ever after, i dont understand why i cling onto the fated trials and errors of the past and the potential sadness from the future which in reality might not even last. What I'm saying is that I am like this, the way I am, because of things I'd like to keep buried, I think I latch onto hope only to end up with melancholy. Life is a mosaic, life is art and I have a little heart which I'm handing to you, please be careful with it and don't rip it apart. We are what we are fed, and on today's menu, it's my affections that I offer for you, and I can only hope that this choice of servings finds you well.

i love this 🎀🎀🎀💓💓💓

i will always see you

each curve on your body to be fawned over

every movement admired

all efforts you make are to be worth the time, noticed and adored

each word you speak, heard until understood

every instance you need me, i will provide all of myself to you

all insecurities that arise, explained away

you are always seen with me

-s.s

mannnnnn 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

i feel as if

some days i am blooming,

growing, thriving in the sunlight

it soaks my skin, my freckles, my hair

my green eyes shine with joy

and some days

i feel as if

i’m withering away

like the rot in my brain is spreading

to my heart and my bones and my muscles

as if one day i will no longer be me

but a collection of dirt and untamed weeds

i can never trust that i know which is true

am i living and breathing and dreaming

or am i slowly decaying, doomed and dying?

- n.c. // i do not trust myself to sentence myself to either

wow.

Dream me, love,

in the soft silver

and white

threads of the moon,

leave your window

open so that my

song comes to you,

that soft voice born

of angel breaths

that drifts and drifts

on the endless

caress of the wind

as each note that

comes unwraps its velvet

body while it beats

and beats, a shimmer

of life to your soul,

kissing it with lilac lips

and golden leaves

to brighten it with

the calm of hope

that unwinds

from that lullaby

that falls from

my jeweled tongue

stained with sun,

a melody that sits

like a halo around

your heart,

the golden cradle

that delivers you into

the everlasting

arms of peace.

-J.Wool, Arms of Peace, Soul Whispers

i have no words. I LOVE THIS. 😩❤️

you felt insane, yearning for him so deeply. it was like a craving for something no one else could give you but jungkook. his solid chest. you needed it. to lean on and feel against your cheek. you craved his voice on the other side of a telephone line. to ask when are you off? because i need to see you. his tone speaking the time would fill your ear. you'd glance at the clock on the coffee table and count the hours. it's quiet as he dips his toe into your emotions to see if they're familiar. they are. of course they are. all known. he knows you and he feels you and he sees you. you’ve always thought you’ve seen him too, that an equal sign shares the space where all your love for one another exists. and that evening, when he's outside your building and calls to see if he should come up, you say no. you're coming down. and it's dark. the building doors slide open slowly, and you jog to his car. all sleek and black. headlights illuminating asphalt. those first moments inside. smelling the clean leather. the lingering cologne. his hair looks curlier today, and you smile. trace his face. hold it in your hand. feel the softness of his skin against your palm. against your tattoo. letters spelling out tender-hearted as if you should come with a warning sign. kiss him, and exhale through your nose. pull away but he asks for one more because he nearly tasted what he needed to know from the first one but not quite. the flavor of your emotions takes a delicate touch. an awareness that is only privy to you, yourself, and a one jeon jungkook.

so well written I'm gonna cry.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT.

— Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland

❥ bang chan x fem!reader

❥ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

❥ warnings: mention of food, slight mention of feeling like you’re too heavy

❥ word count: 4.4K

❥ A/N: hehe sorry for being inactive. i’m on vacation. but i thought id drop a lil teenie weenie fic for y’all 🥰 it’s like… kinda simple but hopefully you’ll like it? as usual, please reblog and leave feedback. it means so much to me.

this little idea was inspired by this lovely fic by @cieluvity ITS SO GOOD. all the little reactions for each member were so so entertaining and i really really hope you check their fic and their blog out!!

it all started with a little game or truth or dare at one of felix’s famous house parties, with all of your friends were sitting around the coffee table on sofas and bean bags, a spinning bottle deciding your fates.

after a pretty intense round of making jisung do 100 pushups while the others balanced random heavy objects on his back, things had gotten quiet for a moment until the bottle spun and landed in your direction, a devilish smirk spreading across several of your friends’ faces. two of them—felix and lalani—whispered among each other, the freckled boy giggling as she silently egged him on to execute his apparently “brilliant idea”.

‘alright y/n. truth or dare?’ asked felix, hands locked together as he leaned forward in his seat, staring at you with mischievous intensity, his lips pursed in an attempt to keep his expression neutral.

feeling a little concerned, you eyed your friends suspiciously. ‘why are you looking at me like that?’

‘just answer the question,’ lalani insisted. ‘truth…? or dare?’

your head tilted a little, the furrow in your brow deepening. why did she say “truth” like that? what was she going to get you to admit? was she– no… she wouldn’t.

would she?

you knew your friends were menaces but they wouldn’t force you to confess your crush over a game. but then again… they were menaces…

yep. she would.

WOAH WOAH THIS WAS SO HEARTWARMING. GOT ME GIGGLING OR SUMN. THE SMALL DETAILS IN YOUR FIC ARE SO GOOD. AND THE FACT THAT YOU NAIL EM EVERY SINGLE TIME. I OFFICIALLY PAY FOR MY WIFI TO READ YOUR FICS. 😮‍💨

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→ Pairing: idol!Namjoon x reader

→ word count: idk, it’s short

→ warnings/tags: SFW, slice of life, friends to lovers

→ a/n: a drabble because I’m so proud of the boys for their UN trip and everything they’ve accomplished, also because Namjoon in his sweatshirt at the airport made me want to be his friend that he’s secretly in love with lol

“I want to kiss you.”

The words tumble out before you can stop them, diving one by one into the dishwater below. Your hands pause around a plate as you wait with bated breathe for a response. 

Namjoon stands beside you, holding his dirty plate out to run under the water. He’s also frozen for a moment, staring at you as if wondering if he really heard what you said. 

“Why?”

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AAHHHHHHH SO GOOOOD. 😭😭😭