The reason I should date luhan is we’re both so different i would literally never keep quiet, never tell him to stop playing video games, never order the same shit in Starbucks, never stop him from buying watches even tho he already owns like 12. I would play football with him, and fight over Messi and CR7, I would tease the hell out of him and Lao Gao, and force him out of monotony. I don’t even know why I’m writing this but the least this poor lonely boy needs is a girl who keeps quiet and never speaks her mind and let’s him stick to his routinely as hell life. He needs a jolt of life and a reason to smile and to have fun and someone to fight him in FIFA and yell GOAL with and someone who dislikes cristiano Ronaldo because Lionel Messi is way fucking better #D10S and someone who could give him all the love in the world and bring him out of the shadows and out of his hotel room to look at the sun and feel the breeze and just stroll down Seoul streets without looking like a thorn little boy who’s been left abandoned. I don’t want him to ever feel as lonely as he probably did when he wrote Catch Me When I Fall. I want him to feel beloved every freaking day of his life, I want him to know he’s the reason why I get up in the mornings and go to school, because even though I’m a lazy ass, the effort he puts jnto his job and everything he does and has lived with inspires me to work hard for my dreams. He’s my role model in so many aspects, I admire him in so many ways and most important, I love that man in every form possible. He’s the definition of love to me. The sun. Sunlight. Sunshine. Just everything related with light and warmth and coziness. He’s my home. No matter what, he is where I belong.
So I am sitting around on the campus, waiting for my next lecture. I’m casually scrolling through tumblr when I stumble across an audio post that seems interesting enough to waste my time on it AND THEN THE DAMN BOINGO AND HOL HORSE ENDING SONG BLASTS THROUGH THE ROOM BECAUSE MY DAMN EARPHONES WEREN’T PLUGGED IN.