how much do i love thee, let me explain it in A FUCKING HUGE ASS ESSAY.
um. yes. summer. li xiaji. you. miss with the cute cat. WHAT THE EFF DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT BE COUNTED ON EMILY'S LIST. JFC. then what do you call this poetry? this sublime piece of work that you have weaved with simple words of english? (no. dont answer. it was a rhetorical question.) ugh. ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH. i throw my hands up in the air sometimes, screaming, "A-YO, GOTTA FUCKING-POUR-MY-FEELS-ALL-OVER-THIS"
reality can be the worst kind of pretending, but it's so hard to just stop. wow. talk about something pulling at my kokoro making it go all doKI DO-ki and shit. i think this was favorite line along with but without action, wishes are nothing. wishes are bitter promises that are never fulfilled, never will be fulfilled.
this entire fic in general had this air of nostalgia. like. a bittersweet aftertaste of black coffee, or a strong scented jasmine tea. you know? it's all warm and totally draws you in until the last line and then, woosh, you get to the end and something just snaps - like a wire being pulled too tight - and it strains against your emotions because this thing is just all FEELS
TT______TT ugh and can i just mention my broken baekyeol heartu? why make this so angsty yet totally lovable at the same time. jfc. right in my angst-loving feels.
THANK YOU OMG ILU ♥ does this mean i have to write that narnia au..../cough/
um. yes. summer. li xiaji. you. miss with the cute cat. WHAT THE EFF DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT BE COUNTED ON EMILY'S LIST. JFC. then what do you call this poetry? this sublime piece of work that you have weaved with simple words of english? (no. dont answer. it was a rhetorical question.) ugh. ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH. i throw my hands up in the air sometimes, screaming, "A-YO, GOTTA FUCKING-POUR-MY-FEELS-ALL-OVER-THIS"
reality can be the worst kind of pretending, but it's so hard to just stop.
wow. talk about something pulling at my kokoro making it go all doKI DO-ki and shit. i think this was favorite line along with but without action, wishes are nothing. wishes are bitter promises that are never fulfilled, never will be fulfilled.
this entire fic in general had this air of nostalgia. like. a bittersweet aftertaste of black coffee, or a strong scented jasmine tea. you know? it's all warm and totally draws you in until the last line and then, woosh, you get to the end and something just snaps - like a wire being pulled too tight - and it strains against your emotions because this thing is just all FEELS
TT______TT ugh and can i just mention my broken baekyeol heartu? why make this so angsty yet totally lovable at the same time. jfc. right in my angst-loving feels.
THANK YOU OMG ILU ♥
does this mean i have to write that narnia au..../cough/
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glad you liked those lines, I liked them too ;A;
omg your comment is poetic shush I'm just brewing in my feels over here how could you compare this with tea and coffee /sobs
I'm sorrryyyy /attempts to fix it
ILU too~
YESSEU
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