His Hair's The Exact Same Shade Of Pink As His Lips. Pantone 15-1922 Geranium Pink, Or Is It 15-1624

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:

- “You don’t always have to be strong, you know?”

Her hands quiver. She stalls, weighing his words, suddenly feeling flushed and diaphoretic.

- “You can ask for help. I won’t rat out your secret, that you’re…” he leans forward with a soft smile, an attempt at harmlessness, at genuineness.

Woman. She waits for the shoe to drop.

“That you’re human.” He winks, withdraws, drawing his fingers in a zipper motion over his pressed lips. Throws the key over his shoulder and shrugs innocently.

It never drops. She keeps holding out for the slap of the sound, unpredictable like thunder.

REALLY want to get into bullet film journaling and web-weaving!! if only time will allow!

what do ppl even talk about in penpal letters?

be very careful how you speak to me.

If you call me smart I might just take it as a sign you are, like, in love with me and I may, or may not, start planning our June wedding, picking out engagement rings.

now, if you call me an idiot, I think I might take it as you playing hard to get

I flirt through sultry gazes and intellectualism and that’s just my Virgo Venus-Moon Cap.