Melitadala - Melita

Adorable 

[20:50] It sucks to be the only one left behind. People moving forward and you are strapped down by force of mind and by force of nature, your own mind trapping you in an endless spiral of self-hate. No one seems to aknowledge your mair existence, let alone your fears and needs and the tears skimming down your face night by night. 

I have been the strong one for so long. I can not take it anymore. And if someone does not notice it soon enough, I’ll explode,and my blood and my insides will spill on your feet and you’ll have to ask where did you go wrong, what did you not do right. 

Cause you’ll have my blood on your collarbones and my throbbing heart in your palm.

PLEASE END THIS TORTURE 

Happy New Year everybody, stay safe 

★☆ the way he smiled and got shy when monbebes called him handsome…

{22:30} My sore fingers grasped the camera in fear of throwing it in accident. What I was exactly thinking going out in this weather without my fingerless gloves. Well if we are to be totally honest here, I did NOT think. Taehyung's text had me suffling around my small apartment in order to be ready within the 15-minute-limit he gave me to prepare.

And now I am standing on the pavement, camera in hand and fingers frozen over, waiting for Tae to bring us some well deserved hot chocolate. We have spent the best part of the last 3 hours roaming around the Han river snapping photos of trees and small animals. I didn't expect him to come back with just one hot chocolate though. Only the thought of us sharing had my cheeks heating up in shame, but my hands were getting a weird shade of purple, so I was quick to strap my camera to my neck and shove my hands in my pockets, hoping he did not notice. But can you hide anything from his eyes? He worriedly took his gloves out his back pocket offering them to me without giving a second thought. "Oh no Tae, I really cannot use your gloves". I was quick to show him the bloody cracks on the surface of my skin. "I am gonna ruin them if I do" Saying he was shocked was an understatement. "Does that happen to you often? Is it because of the cold?" "Yeah, my skin can not take it really well, that's why I am always wearing the fingerless gloves when I have an outdoor photoshoot". We stand opposite of one another, staring at my right hand that was spread between us, fingers and knuckles smeared red. He quickly let the cup he was holding in a bench beside us and proceeded to fish my left hand out of my pocket. Shooting him a questionable look I said nothing as he pressured my hands together between his and brought them up to his lips. I lowkey panicked , trying to yank my trembling fingers back to myself, when he swiftly blew his hot breath over them. I hummed in approval, trying to cover the sound of my heartbeat against my sternum. I managed to pull my right hand out of his grasp and I covered my eyes in utter embarrassment. Noticing that he giggled and pressed light feathered kisses on my knuckles, which had me cracking up in seconds. "That's more like it"