colorful finger nails

they say

“there’s a whole lot

of yellow

in that girl”


they say

“she sees the world

in a honey gold

in a canary yellow”


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

for the fire in her eyes

that they mistook

for starlight


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

for all the shades of yellow

a room becomes

when she enters


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

for all the shades of yellow

they see in her


yellows like summer


yellows like

fresh lemonade

buttercups in full bloom

pineapple ice cream

banana milkshakes

bubbling laughter

bright lights on carnival rides

bare bulbs in new apartments

sunflower-colored nails

fingers intertwined

fireworks

distant stars

summer nights

slowly falling in love

waking to tangled sheets

early morning sunlight through the curtains


yellow like

the kind of love

that can only bloom

in summer


the kind of

polaroid camera

love


one hit wonder

love


bright yellow dandelions

growing through cracks

in a sidewalk

love


drawings done in chalk

on a driveway

just before it rains

love


the kind of love

that thrives

in the summer

but that’s never meant

to survive the cold

that winter

and time

inevitably bring


cold that turns the world

into new shades of yellow


yellows like

lit cigarettes

happy windows from the outside

perfectly hung christmas lights

in polished houses passing for homes

lonely street lights

near bus stops

where people are sitting

but they aren’t waiting for anything


yellows like

half-empty bottles of beer

pills that can make people forget

bruises so nasty

that even the nurses shudder

old threadbare blankets and sweaters

that can’t stand up to the winds anymore

taxis that splash grey-colored

half-melted snow

onto bystanders


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl


and they pity her

because the sun is just a star

and a star is just a flame

and flames burn out


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because the sun

is the only thing

that burns as bright as she does


and they pity her

because fire is greedy

it takes and it takes

until everything it can reach

is ash


because fire is greedy

it burns and it burns

until it runs out of fuel


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because all she knows is fire

and she can’t stop burning


they say

“her love tastes

a lot like gasoline”


they say

“every time she falls

she burns the city

to the ground”


they say

“as the years past

as she got older

she turned into

different shades of yellow”


every times she falls

she sets her world on fire

and the flames turn the sky

into a dangerous

kind of yellow

into a terrified

kind of yellow


but the smoke

turns everything into

a suffocating grey

choking out the sunshine


grey mixes with yellow

until everything is

mustard and sulfur


until everything is

stinging eyes

and coughing

and running out of oxygen


until the city stops burning

and the yellow flames are dead

and everything is grey

everything is burnt

charred

turned to ash


the smoke is still staining the sky

and the sun is nowhere to be found


but then the smoke clears

and the sun

is still burning

and the girl

is still yellow


but it is different now


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because the sun can be kind

because the sun can be cruel


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl


but sometimes

the sun sets


they pity her

because at night

there is nothing about her

that reminds anyone of sunshine


yet she is still made of yellows


yellows like

headlights

nightmares

the man in the moon

bugs flying too close and getting burned


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

for the way her smile

can warm a soul


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

for the energy that surrounds her


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because the world

couldn’t survive

without her


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because it hurts

to watch her in flames


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because standing too close

means getting burned


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

because everything about her

is yellow and gold

but she leaves behind so much grey


they say

“a girl like that

cannot exist

for more than a moment

in a world like this”


they say

“the universe

made a mistake

when it put her

on earth”


they say

“it must have been prometheus

for he is the only deity

who would share

such a beautiful flame

with mankind”


they say

“anyone who falls in love with her

must be icarus

for she is the sun

but she will make them feel

as though they could fly”


they call her

a sunshine sort of girl

and it is meant to be a warning

—  “this is about marigolds, not dandelions” – sadie a 
Try Me (Request) *Smut*

Jimin x Reader
Smut/Angst(?)

Rating: M for mum pls don reed thiz
Warnings: Daddy kink, d/s themes
Words: 4,169
Summary: On the outside you and Jimin’s relation was a cute touchy relationship that made people cringe but silently wish to be so close. But you knew all too well what was inside, gentle caresses of the thigh were too light, testing you to make a move. A light finger taping on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you tapped at a rhythm of your heart beat, knowing what he was doing to you.
Comments: I am so happy Admin Coconut is back!! *is high key excited for the new Admin* This request has been sitting in my ask box for a while and I really like it. There wasn’t any plot to it so I made one up. *Casually writes a dirty smut while listening to Twinkle Twinkle* Enjoy my grasshoppers!  

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Originally posted by jimin uh

You were never uncomfortable with your body, nor were you insecure about most things. This attracted Jimin instantly, your dark sultry voice and you delicious body had made someone like him fight for you. He did end up winning. As he did with most things, win. You and Jimin had a reasonable relationship, normal to the eyes of onlookers but upon closer inspection the onlookers would suffer the realization of how you tow really were. Good thing onlookers never got to see much, blinded by the beauty of you two to be able to catch a good glimpse. You and Jimin were normal on every aspect except one. A need for each other exceeding all other feelings. As soon as he’d be home you’d be all over him, ripping his clothes off faster than anything as he’d grip you tightly. Rough was a level of intensity you and him had passes years prior. Trying new things was a given for your life styles. Lately sex had begun to dull, you had planned a special dinner to discuss the matter with him.

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