Somehow, My Soul Knew Your Soul Before We Ever Had The Chance To Meet.

“Somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet.”

-Amanda Lovelace

only truly hot people can recognize how insanely attractive haechan is

obsessed with the way that gothic horror is about horror but never directly. it’s not horrific because there’s a haunted house and that’s scary, it’s horrific because the monster isn’t a monster, it’s your grief, your loss, your pride, your desire, your fear. the monster skulking in the shadows, the darkness at the edge of the woods, the haunted house that is too broken to be a home—those are manifestations of events that grabbed onto the fabric of time in a fit of abject horror and clamped down so tightly that they couldn’t keep moving forward toward resolution and eventual dissipation like they were supposed to. it’s all about the scared child and the mourning mother and the hunger in your gut and the little emptiness in your chest at the end of the day. those things are all little horrors but you can’t approach them directly to understand them, so gothic horror gives us these little metaphors and says “here play with these for a while and see what you find.” and all of those metaphors need someone to go back to childhood to release them. you have to care, and be curious and clever, and look for a way to heal the hurt. you have to be so achingly human to survive in gothic horror

(╥﹏╥) he's so cute (╥﹏╥)

(i know he isn't pouting in the last pic but it's too adorable and i love him too much to not post it so-)

you look like you could use a kiss.jpg

report any lost jaemins to your local jeno 🔎

“It’s funny how when you were a kid, a day could last forever. Then you grow up, and all these years just seemed like a blink.”

-Stephen King