candy coloured hair

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,

You know, I finally got over you. I spilt all my emotions into notebooks and cried through a pen and was left with pages of poems filled with you. It took me years and a strength I never knew I had. You changed me, there is no doubting that, I never returned to the girl I once was. The naïve sixteen-year-old who thought that love would never hurt her. I was angry at you for a while, and then I wasn’t, and then all I did was cry and then I just longed to be held by you at 3am when my tear soaked pillow reminded me of everything we’d lost. Then i was over you. I really was, I could drink black coffee again, I could go out with my friends again and I could listen to all the songs that reminded me of you with out crying. Then I came home for Christmas to visit my parents in the small town we met. The fairy lights and the Christmas tree and the decorations in everyone’s windows changed something and then I saw you. You hadn’t changed, and the soft twinkling lights against your face made me forget that I was over you and I guess I fell again. I hate that you have the power to do this to me, I hate that you can make me feel like a giddy sixteen-year-old again. I left her behind a long time ago, ran away from her. Moved to the biggest city and got the hardest job I could find. Cut my waist length hair and abandoned my favourite candy floss coloured hair clips. Just so I could leave behind the girl who had no other aspirations than to marry you and have kids and a dog and a cute house with a fence and daffodils in the garden the one we always use to talk about. I ran away and left behind the girl who didn’t need anything more than you. You saw me and you smiled. That little smirk that haunts my dreams but makes them worth remembering. You didn’t ask about my job and you didn’t tell me how proud you were of my promotion; you weren’t impressed by the small town girl living in a big city with an expensive apartment and designer shoes. All you said was “you cut your hair? I like it” After all those years and tears and poems and waking up next to strange men with blue eyes and brown hair, all you could say was “I like your hair”? I’ve never fallen harder or faster or deeper in love. We stood on the same pavement we stood when you gave me a plastic ring all those years ago when we were sixteen and we started laughing like we were sixteen again, and you looked at me like you use to before everything got complicated and heavy and hard. We aren’t sixteen anymore and things are even more complicated now and I don’t love you as much as I did. I love you more, because the truth is I never stopped, I didn’t get over you I just buried you and replaced you with the little things I could fall in love with like hot cocoa in the winter and walks through the park on my days off. I guess when I came back to this small town the girl I ran away from all those years ago found me again and now all I can think about is candy floss coloured hair clips and what we might name our kids, whether they’ll have my eyes and your nose or my long legs and your smile. I don’t know but I know I was made to love you and every time I look into your blue eyes I’m certain that I’ll love you as long as I’m alive.
— 

L.S.

This is my first long one so let me know if you like/don’t like it

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.

i dyed my hair rainbow again *yay* \(-w-)//

i will be uploading a tutorial of how to do this on my youtube later this week for those who are interested ^-^

My hair is baby pink/lavender 🌸💜
It’s my day off today so I’m gonna spend the whole day catching up on all the new animus 🐯✌🏼️ p.s I want moar episodes of Steven Universe pls ⭐️

New Nurse

Okay so this short fluffy story is based on this post by the amaaaaazing @ask-bts-stuff! I saw it on my dash and well… I hope I filled out your request well! Enjoy <3


“You really are the clumsy type, aren’t you?” The nurse asked with a fond smile on his face, as he finished wrapping the bandage around the student’s finger.

“Yeah, I am actually…” Nam Joon replied, noncommittally, it’s not like it’s a lie, is it? Nonetheless, Nam Joon could feel a pink flush spread over his cheeks at the thought of the handsome nurse finding him ‘clumsy.’

“Ahhh there’s no need to be embarrassed about it” Nurse Jin said sweetly to him, “I think it could be kind of cute :) ”

“Re-really?” Nam Joon was astounded.

“Yes,” now it was Seok Jin’s turn to sound evasive.

Ever since Kim Seok Jin had arrive new to the school a week and a half ago, Nam Joon had become somewhat obsessed…


Monday:

“Good morning, class.” The form tutor spoke as monotonously as always, and the ‘top student’ Kim Nam Joon, could already feel himself being draw back to sleep with just those three words. “Today, I would like to introduce you to an important person-” zzz….zzzzzz “-the new nurse.”

Nurse? At the word, the glasses-wearing brunet (?? what colour even is Joonie’s hair right now btw??) raised his head and peeled his eyes open, just as he walked in.

“Hello! I’m the new school nurse, Kim Seok Jin!” With cotton candy coloured hair and the most handsome face Nam Joon had ever seen in his entire life, the nurse struck the class with a dazzling smile, he could have sworn that literal glitter emitted from his body.

“… wow,” Nam Joon couldn’t help the reddening of his cheeks, especially when Seok Jin made a brief moment of eye contact with him. “I… I’m screwed.”

Tuesday:

That day, it actually was an accident. Nam Joon had a PE class, and it was dodge ball that lesson too. Put those three things together and a trip to the nurses office was bound to occur. Minor bruises nothing else…

Wednesday:

“The bruises from yesterday still hurt, is there anything you could do?”

Thursday:

He was so clumsy that he “tripped over” a chair and fell down, injuring himself.

Friday:

“I accidentally hurt myself in the stomach, Nurse Seok Jin, could I stay in here and rest for a while?”

Monday:

“Sorry to disturb you, nurse, but Nam Joon ending stapling himself in class today…”

Tuesday:

“Sorry, Nurse Seok Jin, but I cut my had with some scissors.”

Today:

“Oops, I got a paper cut today, I need to see Nurse Seok Jin:”


“Anyway, that’s all done now, you’re good to go!”

“Oh, really? That was fast…” Nam Joon could barely keep the disappointment out of his voice. Well it was only a minor paper cut, Nam Joon, it wouldn’t have taken very long…

“Please take better care of yourself, okay?” Both his words and his smile were filled with nothing but kindness, but that didn’t stop the twang that Nam Joon felt in his chest.

“Okay, thank you.” A week and a half, and no progress. Why did I bother…? It had all seemed like a waste now. With these thoughts swirling around the student’s head, he got up with a passion, suddenly trying to escape the enclosed space as quickly as possible.

In his attempt, he ended up knocking himself against the table, the contents falling over and some tubes even fell onto the floor. “S-sorry,” he barely got the words out before launching himself out of the room.

He had only made it a few paces down the corridor when he heard someone calling him from behind him, “Nam Joon-ah!” Turning slowly, he came face to face with a very confused looking nurse. “Why did you run away like that?” Was all he asked.

Blushing furiously, Nam Joon silently cursed himself for being silly enough to fall for the beautiful nurse, and Seok Jin for not being aware of his attraction.

“B-because! I-”

“I meant it when I said cute, you know.” Seok Jin interrupted him. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you though, that wasn’t my intention.”

“Yeah, sure…”  He just finds my “clumsiness” cute… not anything else… not me. Not that I want to be called cute anyway… “I understand.”

“No,” Nurse Seok Jin grinned slightly, “I don’t think you do. Well let me reiterate myself: I find you cute.”

“Wa? What?!” 

Originally posted by jjilljj

Originally posted by mrasiannation

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