#wtvrdxe

wow friendship wow is this really happening casually lactates and makes whale noises

???? not worthy of these kisses

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

Dear Diary,He makes my tummy feel funny; all turn-ish and somersault-ish and upside-down-ish. I dunno’ if that’s because I always happen to be hungry whenever he shows up; or if it’s for … other … reasons. He smells really nice, too.…! I’ve been meaning to ask him what cologne and stuff that he uses so that I can get it for appa’s birthday; but I don’t wanna’ make it seem like I go around sniffing at him? … ‘Cause I don’t! — I don’t. I dooooon’t! 

The next sections of the entry are scribbled messily; almost illegible and quite completely unrecognisable as the girl's own script. 

He makes me happy. Like, the sort of happy you feel when you eat ice-cream too quickly; you know it’s gonna’ end up bad, because how could it turn out any other way? But you do it anyway. That sort of unreasonable happy — the sort that could shatter any moment; but you don’t pay it any mind because what you’re feeling right now is worth all of the hardship and heartbreak that’s to come later.

It’s silly. Some part of me knows that, which is why I’ve chosen to disregard it for so long — But every time I see you; every time you smile at me, or laugh at my jokes that no one else does — nothing make sense; all logic seems illogical, and the illogical becomes my logic. It’s crazy, but I like you. 

☎: For a drunk phone call.

1AM: Her words are slightly slurred; syllables heavy on her tongue as she sinks to the pavement — quite completely drunk at the hand of two standard drinks; never really ever having been able to hold her liquor. Her friends had said that they’d make sure she got home safe; but where were they now? She calls the first person that comes to mind; shrinking back slightly at the brightness that radiates from her phone screen.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae; my baybay daebaewaysayokayyyyy! — ‘chu know how I love youuuu-r car? I ned yo’ to come get my I not drunk!! Hurry … nee-eeeed to change ma’ feet they old no-ow. 

Just like that; she hangs up. 

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

It’s like gravity; this feeling. You never really take notice of it’s presence, until you fall. Falling, Falling, Falling. With nobody there to catch you, with nobody there to hold your hand, with nobody there to tell you that they’ve seen the ending, and that they know it’ll all turn out okay. You’re holding onto Gravity in the hopes that it’ll show you mercy; that it won’t suffocate you with it’s weight, and it’ll be the one to save you from itself instead. But it doesn’t, and it just gets worse. You’re crying out for help, your breath is wavering, and you’re tired from the burden of carrying the gravity of your problems on your shoulders. No one hears you; because you’re always wearing a smile. – It was in moments like these that Jung Daehyun would always appear right before Bomi’s eyes. To hell with gravity, he didn’t care about any of it at all. And now when she needed him the most; he wasn’t here to save her. 

She closed her bedroom door with a quiet click, sinking down to her knees as she collapsed beneath the crushing weight of the loss that welled within her heart. The little strength she had mustered in front of the new Jaeger’s leader — the one who had taken his place; the smile she had fixed upon her lips in front of her family and friends — not wanting them to see through cracks in the fear that they wouldn’t like what they say; the lie she had told herself — “It’ll be okay.” — here, it all breaks down. The lies, the deceit, the facade; it all burns to ash; suffocating and opaque as it infiltrates the very fibre of her being — as it pulses through her veins; crippling her heart with an unbearable sorrow. Her heartbeat drummed, resonated through her ears, deafeningly loud; her clouded and hazy mind began to whirl as the quiet sobs which filled the once silent room, steadily grew louder.

‘Did it hurt?’ She thinks to herself; her head buried by the shield of her trembling fingertips. ‘Was it quick?’ Comes yet another thought; a weighted sob leaving her lips as tears streak her pale cheeks.