post #18

[seoulfulness]

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untitled f(x), krystal/sulli
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don't forget me girl's day, sojin/yura
I would trust you (with my password) btob, peniel/sungjae
lesson one: always have a spare key exo, baekhyun/chen
burnt

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destruction resolution (part viii)

[anonymous]

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A minor time loop feels like this: you put your shoes on to leave the house, kneeling over to tie your shoelaces. After you’re done, you get back up, only to accidentally step on a shoelace when you try to take a step forward. You look down, and your shoelaces are not tied, so you kneel over again to tie it. The process repeats over and over again, until you get tired of it, and you give up only to find that your shoelaces are a knotted mess.

A major distortion feels like this: you are a man dreaming of being a butterfly dreaming of being a man dreaming of being a butterfly dreaming of being a man and when you wake up you realize that you actually are neither.

Being Kim Myungsoo after he loses his last measure of reality feels like this: you drift in empty space. You try to move your hand, but you can’t, so you look over and realize that you don’t have a hand or the arm it should be attached to, you don’t have shoulders or a chest or a body that proves that you are actually there. Instead, you are a floating, massless conglomeration of thoughts and contradictions and if you decide that you don’t actually exist - excruciatingly easy to do - then you don’t, and you never did, and you never will.

But as Myungsoo closes his eyes and tries to make his head as empty as his heart feels, he instead remembers a box, purposely hidden in his closet. He wonders: can a photograph capture the beauty of a person’s soul? is my heart capable of hating Lee Sungyeol? why can’t I trust my own self?