You blearily open your eyes to rain cascading down the windows of your room. It’s a steady rain, the kind you get when the clouds just hang over one spot, brooding. You’re snuggled under the covers with your boyfriend, Jisung, whose quiet breathing is like the ebb and flow of the tides: in, out, in, out. You’re curled on your side, just under Jisung’s chin. He’s spooning you from behind, one arm thrown over your side so you could hold your entwined hands to your chest in sleep. He’s your most precious treasure and you keep him close to your heart. You feel Jisung stir as he wakes and kisses the top of your head.

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs.

“Good morning, lovebug. Want me to make us some tea?” you ask.

“No, don’t goooo! It’s dangerous outside the blanket,” Jisung says as he nuzzles your neck and holds you tighter.

For @jisungsjheekies ✨

You slumped against the door of your apartment, cursing as you rattled the key in the lock. It kept sticking because of the cold, and you were so done with its games. Honestly, you were done with all the bullshit in your life, and just wanted some peace and quiet. It had been a long week, and it didn’t help that you were probably getting sick. As you finally got the key to turn the lock and opened the door, a wonderful scent met your nose. 

“I’m home, sweetie!” you tried to call but it only came out as a disgruntled moan. Flinging your bag down on a chair, you padded over to the couch. God, it felt good to sit down.

“Hey, baby,” Jisung said, coming over to sit with you. He drew you into his lap. “Was your day any better than yesterday?” You immediately snuggled into his embrace and rested your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. 

“No, it was horrible,” you groaned. “Ethan wouldn’t stop screaming and when I finally got him to nap, it was almost time to wake him up again to meet Violet at the bus stop. I swear, these kids are gonna drive me mad!”

You wanted to scream and cry but didn’t even have the energy to do that. So, you opted for just clinging onto Jisung as he rubbed circles into your back.

“Aww, baby, it’s gonna be fine. I promise,” Jisung reassured you. “You have a three-day weekend now, so don’t worry about it! I made you pie, too.”

“Mmmm, true. Thanks, babe, I can’t wait to try it,” you murmured sleepily, looking up at your boyfriend. 

Jisung brushed his thumb over your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes as you sat up a little in Jisung’s lap. Jisung cupped your face in his hands and gently kissed your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your mouth. He kissed you languidly, as if he had all the time in the world. His lips moved over yours with the softness and slowness of flowing caramel, and it felt so good. Jisung was intent on showing just how much he loved you in each and every kiss. 

With one last kiss, Jisung gathered you to his chest and stretched out his legs so you could curl up more securely on his lap. You snuggled closer to your boyfriend—although, how you managed it was a mystery to Jisung, as you were already clinging to him as tightly as you could. Jisung ran his fingers up and down your back like you were a cat he was trying to lull to sleep with little scritches. With his other hand, he slowly carded through your hair, sometimes pausing to massage your neck or to smooth the lines of your unconsciously furrowed brow. He softly hummed your favorite song and the resonance from his chest calmed you.

You finally crawled into bed after a quick shower, glad to have washed the physical and metaphorical dust of the day from yourself. The weight and coolness of your hair relaxed your shoulders and neck, the smell of lavender calming your senses. Even with all the windows thrown wide, your bedroom still wasn’t quite cool enough not have a fan running. Glancing over to the other side of the bed, you saw that Chan was already asleep, sprawled on his stomach. The faint whirring of the fan was the perfect counterpoint to his soft breathing. You ran your fingers through his hair and he hummed in his sleep, shifting closer to you as if pulled by a magnet.

“Shhhh, just sleep, baby. I’m here. I love you,” you whispered, kissing his temple.

sit in the sunlight. try to go outside and let the sun wash over your skin at least once a day. open the curtains to let the light in. let the sun whisper secrets to you.

drink water. flowers need water to thrive, and so do you. keep water by your side and sip periodically throughout the day. we are born from water, we are filled with it- water is an important part of you.

stay rooted. regard the present moment for what it is: your own.

use fertilizer. fertilizer comes in all different forms. some of us need help being fertilized, so do what helps you grow and seek the help you need. 

love the earth. the earth gives life to all of us. walk barefoot in the grass. plant flowers. recycle. reduce your footprint.

remember that rot is a part of life. without rot and decay, the soil would not be fertile and things could not grow. if you are struggling, keep growing.

love your petals. they are yours. dress yourself in what makes you happy- look the way you like to look. if you can’t garb your physical self the way you want to, decorate your inner space with things that bring you joy: music, mantras, poems, books, films, anything that you can hold in your heart.

remember you are always growing. sometimes the person you are at present isn’t the person you want to be: you may be growing crookedly, you may have lost a leaf or a petal, you may be transplanted to a place that is inhospitable. remember that all of life is a process. you are never the same tomorrow as you were yesterday. you are constantly regenerating and growing. change is a gift.

F u c k

I have nice legs

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um well…

I’m pretty funny ig?

I really like my hair actually! It’s really long, wavy and full!

I like my eyes? The color.

i have musclessssss

and my hair is stunning

ooh and my skins such a pretty tone!

@mimsidoodles @fucktuplex @dying-by-fangirling @kittycat123450 @who-letmedothisagain @whatever-rat-im-thinking-of @sillysnarkysloth @zurararabee and all the other beautiful and handsome and stunning people that follow me!

I like my body I mean, even if it doesn’t really fit me it’s nice

And I have a pretty amazing singing voice if I do say so myself

I’m good at writing and people respect me. There’s my complement.

For me: I like my eyes, they’re pretty!!!

I like my writing an awful lot so far and I’m looking forward to improving over the years. 

I also like my big ass eyes. 

i also love my eyes!! plus i’m funny as hell 😌

Thanks Lin💖

I like my singing voice, my writing prowess, and how the light shimmers off my red squirrel-coloured hair (even with its little early silver glimmers).

So... I like my height (150cm🐥), I like how I look with glasses (I'm short-sighted🤙🏻), I like how quick I can come up with fluffy prompts sometimes?? Oh and I'm really proud of myself for graduating nursing school last year (well done Sara 🤧)