Summary: Who knew it was possible to fall in love with someone through letters?
Word Count: 3,9K
Do Kyungsoo was always a bit different from other kids his age. He wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, nor was he an excellent student (as much as that disappointed his parents), nor a very good sportsman. He was just the plain boring lonely Kyungsoo.
By the time he reached his teenage years, even he gave up on ever getting a girlfriend. It seemed he was destined to be forever lonely. No girls his age ever looked at him. It wasn’t until his 14th birthday that he finally found hope.
“I like the way I feel about myself when I’m with him.“ I say quietly. "Warner thinks I’m strong and smart and capable and he actually values my opinion. He makes me feel like his equal–like I can accomplish just as much as he can, and more. And if I do something incredible, he’s not even surprised. He expects it. He doesn’t treat me like I’m some fragile little girl who needs to be protected all the time.”
i would rewrite the sound of my name
on his breath. the lack of air
that comes with falling face down.
my first conversation with a cop.
the way he laughed.
you are a forest.
and i am a fire.
i have been burning since the day i was born.
you have been surrounded by trees.
you have never seen anything so goddamn bright.
if i could, i would rewrite my anger.
my cigarette smile. imagining my fist through doors.
i would rewrite the anxiety
that comes with authoritarian parenting.
i know we are a product of our surroundings.
i don’t want the aggression to define me.
i didn’t want the last thing you heard me say
to be “fuck you, goodbye.” years later and i
cannot return to the bridges i have burned.
and i’m sorry
i was raised to be fire.
but the thing about a fire is
you cannot put it out unless you kill it.
you can knock the breath out of me,
but i will be burning until my very. last. one.
this is me. i will always be growing.
and i will fall in love with all of the rubble
i have destroyed. all of the forests
that have ignited my being.
all of the forests that have stood in my way.
at night, i dream about fireproof vests
and you dream about midnight picnics
as i light up besides her.
everyone wants sunlight but no one wants the moon,
until they have seen what the sun can do.
a diary entry i kept locked up in the floorboards
Warnings: shop lifting, skipping school, making out in Theo’s truck
Since he caught you with Theo, Scott didn’t leave you alone
for a second. If he wasn’t watching you someone else was and he’d even roped
Danny into helping, although he was rather apologetic and started teaching you
how to hack websites you liked.
“Hello.” Theo hummed as he lent next to your locker.
“What do you want my brother’s watching.” You hissed, cheeks
flushed and heart beat racing as he cocked his head and smirked at you.
“Nothing much… just hoping to make your brother lose it.” He
wiggled his eyebrows and swaggered off.
Been seriously considering putting this blog on a one-year hiatus, for a plethora of reasons. Taking a break from Tumblr all together, save for checking for commissions. Now, with the lack of activity and people trying to passive aggressive their way into getting what they want, it almost seems like a good time to do that.
But I don’t wanna let down the people who I’m currently involved with, and yet if I keep replying to threads I know I’ll start more, I’ll get invested in these six idiots and have that old spark ignite and die over and over.
I think a year can mean a lot. Maybe I’ll even have a longer comic rather than the original re-wind to make up. Heck, might just reboot the blog entirely by then, who knows.
I don’t know. Thoughts?
If anyone wants my discord, please IM me or send me an ask.
This has been a long train of disappointment for everyone. I’m sorry.
**Special Note** Lyrics are italicized because Dean sings them *winks*
Imagine being in love.
I know, right? It’s a scary feeling. Downright terrifying. Just the thought of it makes goosebumps rise up and down my spine. You see, I never thought myself to be the type that fell in love. The life I led never made room for any of the normal stuff that happened to guys my age. I was twenty five for the love of god. Guys were married at my age already, right?
The point of the matter was that love never crossed my mind. Sex, however, did, and for a moment, I loved the ‘no attachment’ rule. The “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” sort of deal that always ended with the woman pouting before I slammed the door in their faces.
Total dick move, I know, but that was sex. It was never meant to be emotional.
I’ve been getting a lot of messages recently asking “where’s this fic” or “where’s that fic!” so finally I sat down and made a page on my blog dedicated to every Warnette fanfiction i’ve ever posted with a synopsis and link.
AHHHH I’m so excited! I have THREE new decks coming in to play with. The Harmonious Tarot is in the mail and should be arriving shortly, I just ordered The Fountain Tarot with some tax returns as a reward for surviving the semester, and my boyfriend is going to buy me The Golden Thread Tarot as an anniversary gift! This just ignites my passion all over again! I can’t wait to interview the decks and get to know them as I read for people. Lot’s of pictures too :’>