do not choose sides yet | shut up! flower boy band | woo kyung (/ji hyuk /do il) | 1/2youcallitwinterAugust 19 2013, 13:25:33 UTC
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One of these days, consider this: you are expendable. You are expendable and he is beautiful. Create facts out of myths. Imagine this is a fairy tale and you are beautiful too. Imagine there is a prince named Ji Hyuk. Imagine that he sings. He sings, and you stand by, silent, because he has song enough for the both of you and your voice doesn't harmonize right. But that is okay, because your feelings are louder than words.
There is a kiss-- fairy tales have rules, and there is a kiss. There is a kiss in the rules. Rule #37: there is a kiss. There is a kiss, but that is later. There is love, but that is later. There is the waiting now. You will stare at his lips now, and you will wait.
ii.Later, there is a dragon, there is a dragon, or there is a metaphor. There is fame, there is underground music that permeates through the reinforced concrete. There are crowds, there are crowds of women, and they all have big eyes. They all have beautiful hair. There is the slip of someone's hair under your finger tips, and there is the
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do not choose sides yet | shut up! flower boy band | woo kyung (/ji hyuk /do il) | 2/2youcallitwinterAugust 19 2013, 13:42:55 UTC
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An interlude, then: a period of comfort on the shoulder of the friend. Do not role-cast him yet, he is too silent for the stage, but the movement of his hand is rhythmic as he hits the skin of the drum, and you would like to hit out too, you would like to scream. You think it would be satisfying.
(Whatever you do, do not tell anyone that.)
vi.
Someone tells you a story. It is your mother and she tells you the moral first: be a lady. Be good, men like women who are strong, and silent and ladylike and good. She tells you the moral, but she forgets to tell you the story. She forgets to define goodness. And you sometimes forget to remember. And you are louder each time he pushes you away. Play with the hands you're dealt. Don't cheat. Don't three years mean anything to you?Then he comes running when you're in trouble, and you cry, and you cry, and his shirt is soaked, but he is still solid under your cheek, the fabric rough against your skin. It itches. And you think this is still that story you ought to know. So what if you
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One of these days, consider this: you are expendable. You are expendable and he is beautiful. Create facts out of myths. Imagine this is a fairy tale and you are beautiful too. Imagine there is a prince named Ji Hyuk. Imagine that he sings. He sings, and you stand by, silent, because he has song enough for the both of you and your voice doesn't harmonize right. But that is okay, because your feelings are louder than words.
There is a kiss-- fairy tales have rules, and there is a kiss. There is a kiss in the rules. Rule #37: there is a kiss. There is a kiss, but that is later. There is love, but that is later. There is the waiting now. You will stare at his lips now, and you will wait.
ii.Later, there is a dragon, there is a dragon, or there is a metaphor. There is fame, there is underground music that permeates through the reinforced concrete. There are crowds, there are crowds of women, and they all have big eyes. They all have beautiful hair. There is the slip of someone's hair under your finger tips, and there is the ( ... )
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An interlude, then: a period of comfort on the shoulder of the friend. Do not role-cast him yet, he is too silent for the stage, but the movement of his hand is rhythmic as he hits the skin of the drum, and you would like to hit out too, you would like to scream. You think it would be satisfying.
(Whatever you do, do not tell anyone that.)
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Someone tells you a story. It is your mother and she tells you the moral first: be a lady. Be good, men like women who are strong, and silent and ladylike and good. She tells you the moral, but she forgets to tell you the story. She forgets to define goodness. And you sometimes forget to remember. And you are louder each time he pushes you away. Play with the hands you're dealt. Don't cheat. Don't three years mean anything to you?Then he comes running when you're in trouble, and you cry, and you cry, and his shirt is soaked, but he is still solid under your cheek, the fabric rough against your skin. It itches. And you think this is still that story you ought to know. So what if you ( ... )
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This kills me.
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Thankings <3
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Had enough of your bullshit, Zoe.
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This is pretty much revenge for enabling me. Because I am truly an awful person and you egg me on.
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