I Hold On To Market Flowers That Have Since Dried And Wilted Because I Need The Tangible Reminder That

i hold on to market flowers that have since dried and wilted because i need the tangible reminder that we are all so fragile and impermanent. that all beauty wanes, much as the moon

i feel like i'm getting whiplash

I have a fatal flaw of perceiving every exchange as potential enemies to lovers.

Discernment is necessity. Not all rivalry leads to love. Many are founded upon pure hatred and it makes the members capable of the absolute worst.

What makes the e2l trope so riveting is the weaving of hints that the two have some sort of innate attraction towards each other. They may hate each other, but really they’re masking something more tender and sincere that they are not even aware lives within them. The audience is made to feel that potential. They hunger for it to finally present itself.

Now if they are mortal nemesis capable of killing each other…it’s not e2l girl and my brain can’t process it. The eternal optimist, it thinks that anyone is capable of falling in love if thrust into the right circumstances together (say being the sole survivors of an apocalypse, forced proximity, arranged relations).

Make me understand!

Oh, man. My internus obturator is killing me!

Your what?

(Massages the sore site)

Couldn’t you just have said your hip hurts?

I could but where would that put my newly learned information. (They googled their sx and learned muscle names)

his hair's the exact same shade of pink as his lips. Pantone 15-1922 Geranium pink, or is it 15-1624 Conch shell?

she holds both squares of color on either side of him to compare. no man-made beauty or rendition of it could ever do him justice. she can't capture his essence in oil pastels on canvas, or film reels, or clay sculptures, but she tries with urgency nonetheless. something about the impermanence of all that you love and the prospect of eternalizing them in art, or dying trying to.

PARK JIMIN ↳ memories of 2017

+ bonus:

my situation-ship with my muse

wrote this forever ago

Cold indifference rises off you like wisps from ice cubes I wish I could do something to make you like me And I wish even more I could do something To stop myself from wanting your love like it’s oxygen I cannot force us But your sight play melodies in my brain And I want you to want me I wish I could know how to stop Feeling so lost searching for a connection And I wish even more That some force out there Would make us happen