#hycmi

Estar cubierta de piel, las escamas jamás me han parecido agradables, ni si quiera cuando tuve una pequeña obsesión con las sirenas.

“No quiero perder la esperanza” suelta al aire cuando desconoce si contraria con la que reina constante animosidad, vaya a prestarle atención, pero sigue hablando y no sabe porque lo hace. “Pero mientras más pasan los días, es más difícil que los encuentren con vida.” ( @hycmi​ )

           ☆.。.:*・❝ a heavy sigh bled past lips as feet stopped their movement, frustration worn plainly on usually grinning features. the dancer was angry with themselves; it was far from the norm that they’d gotten steps of choreography wrong, and even less often that their movements were little better than clunky; but ace had seemed to manage both of those things no matter how much they practiced. maybe it was because too much was on their mind, or maybe because the dancer was already far more tired than they ought to be. still --- it’d never stop them from wanting to get everything right. ‘ sorry, can you --- show me the 8th step again ? i promise i can get it, i just ---- please. ’ // @hycmi

there are better days and then there are worse days — and laundry days DEFINITELY belong to the second category. especially when you postpone them to such extreme there is NOTHING decent to wear ... which is exactly what happened. it wasn’t planned, minsoo has been telling himself to deal with this for probably a week now. it’s just something has always come up, something more important than bringing all of those things downstairs to get them washed. now, though, the time has come, and armed with hopefully everything he needs, he walks down the hallway, a man on the mission. his hands are occupied holding the laundry basked that is full to such level he can’t really see past the pile. so it’s only natural he completely misses the person that’s walking the opposite direction, at least not until he’s about to walk into them; and somehow, MIRACULOUSLY manages to hop back, and only drop one or two shirts on the floor. he’s wearing a hoodie, and a pair of old, ripped jeans, too, the hood effectively over his head so nobody would recognize him — but he does recognize the person he nearly crushed and buried in his pile of dirty clothes. ‘ oh my GOD, don’t look at me right now. ’ | | @hycmi ! ! 

Una llave que abra cualquier puerta, es decir, no tengo dentro de mis planes estar en la cárcel.

Veinte minutos antes, no seré la persona más responsable pero ser puntual es un buen hábito que tengo.

‘La verdad es que ya ni siquiera sé qué pensar, Hyemi.’ Negó suavemente y enseguida dirigió su mirada inquisitiva hacia la muchacha. ‘Así que tú dime, ¿es cierto lo que dicen por ahí? ¿Es cierto que piensas que Pía le hizo algo a Penny?’ Y no es que quisiera pecar de entrometido o chismoso, pero estaba en desacuerdo con cualquier idea que involucrara a Pía haciéndole ese tipo de daño a alguien. // @hycmi​