it’s the momentary confusion that marks the sudden disorientation when you stand; nauseating. there’s a bustling crowd, not uncommon for a place that houses arrivals and departures, and it overlaps with the countless other places you’ve been. tips of your fingers guiding a slender and smaller figure through the crowds - hyenas really - trying to grasp at whatever they can manage.
except there’s no one there.
it’s déjà vu and it’s not.
and in the long list of things that you’ve given up in exchange for fresh air and this thin booklet in your hands are ties - now severed. it is no one’s fault spare your own.
in between the hum of the engines and the glass of red wine, you allow yourself to forget again.
GOSH i’m no senpai ( ﾟдﾟ) but thank you, you’re sweet >.<
awesometastic krisoo moments are in this playlist here!
KRISOO IS PERFECT,it’s practically law!(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
krisoo makes me cry, they’re still so perfect it hurts ;________; I can’t watch anything post-kris, it just tears my chest >___<
you’re so nice, thank you for your lovely words XxoO Never stop sailing, love (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
are you writing any krisoo?
because i have such perfect readers to write for!!!!! （*´▽｀*） thank you so much, darl ( ˘ ³˘)❤
to all you krisoo stans in need of lovin’ or a sweet stroll down memory lane, check out this krisoo compilation okay? it’s a gem of a collection ^^”
OMGOD let’s just pretend that’s yifan kissing kyungsoo’s shoulder /dies
and look how all it takes is just one glance for kyungsoo to have yifan by his side.
title convenience store
pairing krisoo &others
warning second-person POV
and our krisoo circle just got bigger!!!!!!!!!! /throws love&confetti all around
all krisoo needs is to come back…
d.o. teasing kris about his “nether regions” and kris pushing his hand away (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖
Love is not the only closet
I was told never to come out of.
There was also the closet of Grief.
The closet of Panic.
The closet of Terror.
The closet of Rage.
There was also the closet of Awe and Want and Bliss.
Every honest grit that we feel,
the world will ask for a stencil instead,
for the chatter of cordial manufactured polite.
I want to jackknife out of that net.
my sunday morning
pattu saree as onam present from ammamma (grandma)