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deep staining red.

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing its way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

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     ❛  i’m  sorry  we  had  to  cancel  our  plans..  ❜  he  attempts  to  speak,  his  voice  predominately  muffled  by  the  multiple  blankets  that  were  just  barely  keeping  him  warm.

“  let’s go home.  ” @ unknown ( lets bring some feels ) ; imagine she says this while extending her hand to him, a look of calm and serenity without any malice. is there a smile? not yet, but we both know her smiles are hidden, right now she wishes to bring him home ( saeran, ray, unknown - all is 'he' who she wishes to bring home ).

MEME || ACCEPTING

     she  couldn’t  mean  that.  not  really.  you’re  not  who  she  met  when  you  were  younger.  you’re  the  complete  opposite  of  that  weakling.  you’re  strong.  or  you’re  supposed  to  be.

     right  now,  all  of  the  self  hatred,  guilt,  and  anger  towards  yourself  are  pushing  itself  to  the  surface  and  you  can  feel  yourself  beginning  to  crack  -  yet  all  you  do  is  sit  there,  frozen  in  place.  the  most  you  can  do  is  turn  your  face  from  hers.  you  don’t  want  her  to  see  you.  you  don’t  want  her  to  see  the  disgusting  and  cruel  person  you’ve  become.

     she’s  persisting  even  more.  you’re  fighting  the  instinct  to  smack  her  hand  away,  collect  yourself,  and  throw  on  your  dismissive  and  cold  facade.  the  same  facade  that  savior  had  taught  you  when  she  first  brought  you  here.  but  you  can  only  know  that  if  you  dared  to  so  much  as  look  at  her  again,  you  would  certainly  shatter  to  pieces.

     ❛  p..  please..  ❜  a  word  you’ve  said  to  no  one  else  aside  from  your  beloved  savior.  ❛  leave..  ❜  your  voice  trembles  as  much  as  your  body  does.  god  forbid  savior  walked  in  and  saw  you  like  this  in  front  of  someone  who  wasn’t  her;  weak  and  utterly  pathetic.

     you  couldn’t  leave.  you  made  a  devotion  to  her  savior  and  the  work  she  graciously  provided  for  you.  she  made  you  strong  and  she  could  just  as  easily  take  everything  you  earned  away,  but  she  was  more  than  benevolent  enough  to  help  you  in  her  own  way  whenever  she  decided  if  or  whenever  you  did  need  help.

     zarina  didn’t  deserve  to  be  involved  in  any  of  this.  all  of  who  you’ve  become.  all  of  who  you  are.

     ❛  ..  remember...  saeran  as  you  knew  him..  he’s  not..  he’s  not  here  anymore..  ❜

     it’s  hot,  you’re  dizzy,  and  you  can’t  seem  to  catch  your  breath.  you  lower  your  head  into  your  hands  near  the  coolness of  the  floor.  taking  your  shaking  hands  and  placing  them  into  fists,  you  clench  onto  locks  of  white  hair;  not  at  all  helping  your  stabbing  headache.  it  probably  wouldn’t  be  so  bad  if  you  weren’t  contradicting  your  words  from  the  screaming  and  pleading  ones  in  your  head;  making  yourself  terrified  that  she’d  listen  and  walk  away.