LISTEN HERE, YOUNG FELLA. WHO ALLOWED YOU TO PLAY MY HEART LIKE THIS?? ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT YOU STARTED? PLEASE BEAR WITH ME FOR A BIT, UNTIL I CAN PULL MYSELF BACK TOGETHER--
Which happens right now. Allow me to call you out for not feeling proud of this because trust me, you should. As a writer myself I understand it can be extremely easy to slip into self-deprecation and have doubts about one's work, to be worried about how people will react to it and whether it will be well received or not. From writer to writer, and from my heart to yours, let me tell you that you did an outstanding job and you delivered a wonderful piece. Thank you, and I hope you eventually come to feel proud of this because it's lovely.
Wanna hear something funny? Just a couple days ago I stumbled upon the quote from the summary and I thought, "ah, it's so beautiful and poetic; both romantic and heartbreaking." Then I came across your fic and now I'm a mess-- but the good kind, where I can pick up the pieces and put them back together and carry on with a smile on my face.
To Jongin. You, my husband, are in every aspect of my life. Every book and every character. You shall never die, for you shall live in the pages of books that will travel the world. You shall defy the laws of time. With everlasting love, Do Kyungsoo. I just knew that from there it'd be a rollercoaster ride. I'm so glad I got on.
His eyes shifted down the rest of his body, where the sun covered a patch of his skin. The dust in the air danced above his skin, like it provided the music. Kyungsoo leaned over and left gentle kisses on his boyfriend's skin, staining his heart with tender love. This is so pretty? Dust particles dancing above Jongin's skin, who is a dancer himself.
“Your worries are my worries,” Jongin started.
“Your passions are my passions,” Kyungsoo finished. BYE. I WAS CLUTCHING MY HEART TIGHT, SO TIGHT
“Being an artist, whether it be a dancer or a painter or a writer, means going through hardships and existential crises that not many other people can understand. We go so deep within ourselves to try to make meaning of what we’re doing, when in reality all we need to do is learn to love what we create.” THIS. AND THE NEXT:
“I can’t tell you how you should feel about your writing, but I just hope you remember why you wanted to write in the first place.” They're such wonderful reminders, so thank you. Thank you, thank you.
“You are in every book and every character I have ever written.” HAHAHA. I CRIED. On a finishing note, now, thank you for taking part in this fest and for writing this. Much love to you xo
Which happens right now. Allow me to call you out for not feeling proud of this because trust me, you should. As a writer myself I understand it can be extremely easy to slip into self-deprecation and have doubts about one's work, to be worried about how people will react to it and whether it will be well received or not. From writer to writer, and from my heart to yours, let me tell you that you did an outstanding job and you delivered a wonderful piece. Thank you, and I hope you eventually come to feel proud of this because it's lovely.
Wanna hear something funny? Just a couple days ago I stumbled upon the quote from the summary and I thought, "ah, it's so beautiful and poetic; both romantic and heartbreaking." Then I came across your fic and now I'm a mess-- but the good kind, where I can pick up the pieces and put them back together and carry on with a smile on my face.
To Jongin. You, my husband, are in every aspect of my life. Every book and every character. You shall never die, for you shall live in the pages of books that will travel the world. You shall defy the laws of time. With everlasting love, Do Kyungsoo.
I just knew that from there it'd be a rollercoaster ride. I'm so glad I got on.
His eyes shifted down the rest of his body, where the sun covered a patch of his skin. The dust in the air danced above his skin, like it provided the music. Kyungsoo leaned over and left gentle kisses on his boyfriend's skin, staining his heart with tender love.
This is so pretty? Dust particles dancing above Jongin's skin, who is a dancer himself.
“Your worries are my worries,” Jongin started.
“Your passions are my passions,” Kyungsoo finished.
BYE. I WAS CLUTCHING MY HEART TIGHT, SO TIGHT
“Being an artist, whether it be a dancer or a painter or a writer, means going through hardships and existential crises that not many other people can understand. We go so deep within ourselves to try to make meaning of what we’re doing, when in reality all we need to do is learn to love what we create.”
THIS. AND THE NEXT:
“I can’t tell you how you should feel about your writing, but I just hope you remember why you wanted to write in the first place.”
They're such wonderful reminders, so thank you. Thank you, thank you.
“You are in every book and every character I have ever written.”
HAHAHA. I CRIED. On a finishing note, now, thank you for taking part in this fest and for writing this. Much love to you xo
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