the-hearts-in-your-eyes

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kim joonmyun (exo)

It’s well past eight in the evening and you are sat on the couch with your boyfriend, Joonmyun, watching a rerun of a drama you both love.

It’s one of those nights when he has a break from work, so he spends it with you at your place. He usually comes by at six, you both have dinner at seven and for the rest of the night, you both are free and welcome to do just about anything together. You know well enough these nights aren’t to be taken for granted so you scoot closer to Joonmyun. It’s been a few days since you last did.

He brings up an arm to wrap around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze, pulling you closer to his side. “I’ve missed you.” He says against your hair.

You move your eyes from the tv and look up at him. He’s smiling down at you and your heart flutters. His features are so angelic, eyes warm with a smile so kind—you feel so lucky to have him. “Hm, i’m alright.” You tease, knowing he’ll never take it to heart. But your smile grows wider with another squeeze from him. “I’ve missed you, too.” You tell him your honest feelings, even if it makes you slightly self-conscious.

But Joonmyun, in the six months you’ve been together, has always been patient. He understands that it’s hard for you to convey how you really feel at times. That’s why you resort to jokes from time to time. But he treasures it so much when he hears you say you miss him, that you love him.

“When will you be here again?” You blink up at him when he doesn’t remove his eyes from you. It makes you sad to think about the time you’ll spend apart. But, Joonmyun will come back.

You feel his fingers play with your hair, ever so gently. “Next week? I’m scheduled to work until the weekend.”

You try your best to hide your disappointment. Another week without him. But, that doesn’t discourage you. You’re now coming up with ways to see him, to show him you appreciate and care for him, when words fail you. Maybe you’ll surprise him and bring him food.

Your thoughts are then disrupted by a loud ring, his group’s song blasting from his phone. He moves to take his arm back, leaning forward to grab the item from the coffee table.

Another surge of disappointment flows, this one creeping deeper through you when her name flashes across his screen. 

Hyesu.

It’s the third time his ex-girlfriend has called this month. And it’s also the third time he’s willingly picked up the phone.

Joonmyun doesn’t even spare you a glance as he gets up and greets her through the receiver. He heads to the kitchen and you’re left with nothing but his muffled voice and your ugly thoughts.

He’s supposed to shut her down, but you know he’ll never do that. It’s not of his nature.

But, as his girlfriend, you think, you should have the right to be his priority, right? However every time she calls him, he doesn’t even hesitate to pick it up. Their conversation lasts long and when he returns, he’s stoic and cold towards you.

She left you, these are words you’ll never have the courage to tell him. How much did you love her that you can’t push her away? Why are you like this? Jealousy strikes, and that’s not of your usual nature either.

You know he loves you, he tell you so. You see it in his eyes and feel it in his hugs and kisses. But, you’ve seen it with them before. When you and Joonmyun were still just friends, and Hyesu was his girlfriend.

They were together for two years up until a year ago. You and Joonmyun spent some time after that and feelings naturally grew.

A bitter laugh finally escapes your lips. What you thought is a lovely story of best friends falling in love with each other now just seems like a rebound tale.

Joonmyun loves you. In his own way. But perhaps, he still loves her more.

…well, uh. 

requests are open! :)

anonymous asked:

Every second I talk to you fills my heart with fire. Your eyes, smile, laugh and care are all that I desire. My feelings are rising and bursting out just like lava. I'm sorry but I'm still not going to tell you my name. PS~ 💗Pasta Sorry this sucks🙇

are you the same anon who confessed their undying love to me bc… i’m very flattered and all but.. i have a girlfriend and stuff…. and you say we talk so I assume that I know you?? I’m sure I love you but just, not in that way

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.
—  Unknown

So, @5sos, I was wondering if you ever realize how talented and awesome Ashton is? Like 

He can play drums

(And the cajun)

The piano

The guitar

And the sax (yes I went there)

He can also sing:

He’s always trying to put us up when we’re down:

Sometimes, he is us:

He’s actually his siblings father figure:

He’s amazing sweet to the fans:

He wears glasses (and looks awesome, may I add)

Smile!!

Selfie king:

Nature Lover:

Aesthetic provider:

THEM THIGHS DUDE:

Yeah, he’s just an overall awesome person!! BYE

Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.
—  George R.R. Martin
Do you remember the day I pulled you aside to talk about a boy who exhausted my smile? Because I don’t. But apparently this was the day I broke your heart, and I never knew. There were no tears in your eyes, I couldn’t feel the earth split in two. You gave me a beautiful smile and wished me well, but as it turns out you had your own love to tell.
One night, months later, we sat on a dock looking at the reflections of constellations in one another’s eyes. I almost told you how I felt, but your words brought a tension, a shift in the atmosphere - and in that moment I would have given anything to disappear. You asked me if I loved him, while only inches from my face, and I told you that I thought so, but that wasn’t quite the case.
I never knew you were an option, I never knew that you cared, I never knew of your intentions or else I would have been prepared to open up my heart and plainly bare my soul. How could you not realize, you were the piece that made me whole? I thought it was obvious, but then again, so did you - and in the end, the both of us were left without a clue.
Fast forward: stuck at a birthday party neither wanted to attend, light-hearted flirtation in whispers through the end. A comment too serious left me longing for more, and with the mention of a journal, you walked out the door.
Years later, you’re with a beautiful girl who I’m sure is your dream and I’ve still yet to read the pages from the years of love I can’t redeem. I stood there while you kissed her, not longing to depart, and I wonder if you realized the moment when you broke my heart.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #190 // Grazia Curcuru
It’s not the distance when we’re apart
It’s the distance when we’re heart to heart
Like your ears are open but you’re still
Missing
Like you eyes are open but you’re still
Missing
Every now and then I think what if I went
Missing
Would you even
Miss me?
Try to pick up the
pieces
Of my broken heart
You remember the one that you tore apart?
After night after night after
Everyday I’d fall faster
Everyday’s a disaster
Then you’d tell me you miss me
You’d kiss me
And then I’d fall right back
To the beginning just like that
And I know I was the one who wanted to take a break
I wanted a second take
I wanted to rearrange
My life, my thoughts
Figure out everything I need to do coz
I wanna have a life with you
But now we gotta take a step back or two..
—  Kris Ruaro
I thought about your smell. I thought about your laugh and how your eyes light up when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. I thought about how your lips felt against my skin.
My heart dropped and my eyes filled with tears.
I felt empty. When will I stop feeling empty?
When will the absence of you not consume me?
—  v.m
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“Will it hurt?” He whimpered which shattered your heart.

“No,” you lied. Tears came to his eyes which worried you as the magic started to flow from your hands and wrap around his head. He started to shout in anguish and you knew it was working. No matter how much he cried, you had to do this.

“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.”
—Charlotte Eriksson
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artwork by by Nate Armstrong

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