to breathe or not to breathe that is the question

minseok is scared of pigeons

I don’t wanna be difficult but…

mikaerehill:

I didn’t know a “dildo salesmen” existed till today when a man in like his sixties, attempted to sale me a dildo in the airport. I think he tried to flirt with me and I didn’t know what to do, so I paid for me one and left. I didn’t want to be rude, but now I’ve got a dildo sitting on a nightstand for decoration. 

Do.. they.. did.. they .. dildo salesman? They exist? That’s either the most horrifying or entertaining thing that I’ve learnt today. But like, didn’t anybody give you weird looks for buying a dildo in the airport? Not the most discreet place, y’know. Also, nic eidea for a decoration.

Oh, someone else is returning as well? It’s nice to meet you. I just returned a day or two ago. I’m not sure who you are and I’m not sure about a stranger hugging me but if you want, go for it. Just so you know, I’ve distanced myself away from the fuck pad ever since tripping over a used or not used condom. I couldn't tell, I was too busy running out.

Yes I’m back and I’d love to hug all of you! And of you I don’t know I will still hug you. Also I am taking over the sex room, fuck pad, whatever it is called right now, the view is to die for. 

Well, my only angel, anyways. I can't think of anyone else in the house who can earn the title of an angel as much as you. Do I really owe you an apology? Alright, maybe I do. I am very, very, incredibly sorry, Lacey Rivas, for completely and utterly abandoning you here in this place. 

Your favorite angel is very glad to have you back. I think I’m owed some kind of apology, you know. You totally abandoned me here.

Actually no, we don’t know when to shut up. Which is why I think you’ll fit right in here. I’m trying to make a conversation and seeing what I’ve missed, but all I see are bitter people and sob stories. When did The Valleys stoop this low? Also, I don't really think I'll pass out from lack of sleep any time soon. You might pass out from too much grumpiness, though. 

I’m staring only because your mouth has not stopped moving like fucking hell, you people do not know when to shut up do you? Look I’m glad you’re happy with your chameleon hair but I really do not give a fuck about anything that doesn’t have to do with me so why don’t you go pass out from that lack of sleep and do everyone a favour?

Did you take, like, medicine or science for uni or something? God bless you, I hear those are the hardest. I took dance and singing so basically music. And art, which is too fucking hard. I guess we're both screwed when it comes to this.

Mostly Aulton’s buut, loads of physical stuff as well which I haven’t worked out if that’s a good thing or not… 

What did you study?

Can you realize that I’m about an inch away from passing out? No? Good. It’d be a little awkward for me to pass out on my first day back, y’know? Without changing clothes or saying hello. Come on, man. Let’s be honest. Disney Daddy. Disney Daddy. What if some poor kid wandered on it and got Peter Pan? They would never be able to look at Wendy the same way again. My favourite is probably Which Type of Cookie Are You? Poor cookies, getting stereotoyped. 

You just went on and on..— aren’t you at least a little bit drained from your flight? Or are you one of those people who are just super energetic when they’re tired as fuck? Mentally scarred you? Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never wandered into some odd fucking quiz on that app before — don’t even tell me that was the worst quiz they’ve had yet. Buzzfeed has no limits. I’ll never forget that Hannah Montana quiz, honestly. I will shamelessly say it is one of my favorites. 

adonixiu ▲ do not edit

Why not just say this is the moment you tear my heart in two? I remember meeting you a month ago. Unless I was drunk and mistook you for someone else. The only conversion I remembered was about beach parties, you know? Strawberry Hill was the only good quality looking bottle I found at the airport but I’m sure the bar has better ones which is exactly why I’m heading there now. Care to join? And no     there isn’t, unfortunately for you.

Is this the moment I tell you that you’re neither favorite art student nor drinking buddy? But I adore the colours, bravo. Strawberry Hill? Can we not aim higher? Because I heard they restocked the bar room and I’m ready to devour the place. Also you speak a lot, is there a mute button on you?

one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

@akashing: they just legalized gay marriage.. i can see queerly now the straight has gone

‘You don’t have to, if it makes you feel better.’ He paused, fingers brushing vaguely against the strings of a particularly pretty acoustic guitar. ‘You don’t have to try make me smile when you don’t feel like smiling yourself. It’s a little hypocritical.’ Then again, who was he to talk about hypocritical? Despite not really knowing her, Akashi couldn’t guess what the problem was. Maybe she was good at hiding it, or maybe he was just dense. ‘Yeah.. they’re honestly really beautiful. Being surrounded by instruments reminds me of my music studio back in uni. It’s a nostalgic feeling.’ Glancing at said beautiful guitar again, he then picked it up and pressed it against his chest. ‘This is mine now. I claim it. I claim this guitar as mine. It looks exactly like mine back home.’ Yeah, so maybe he sounded a little like a kid. Sue him for being excited about guitars.

“Overwhelming –.. or just too much. It’s not anything too bad, you know? Not a big deal to anyone else, but just –..a big deal to me.” Lennon had tried so hard to not let it get to her in front of people. No one would understand, but yet everyone had been through a breakup before. At least once, except for her. Her first real break up and she wanted to hide away like a coward. She fiddled with some of the folded down pages in her notebook as she stepped further into the room and collapsed down into one of the huge chairs that she’d nearly claimed her own. “It’s what I’ve always done –.. try and make people smile. Just, right now, it’s harder than normal.” She turned her chair to look at him as he began to gaze at the guitars on the wall. “Aren’t they beautiful? That one right there –..” her finger rose up and pointed to one electric blue guitar “in my opinion, that one plays best.”

I wanted to leave this air of mystery, you get me? Like, a sort of mysteriousness.. What exactly happened to Akashi Ichiro? Did he die? No. He just hopped onto a plane and proceeded to die somewhere else in watercolours and paint. Don’t be like that, little Cart. It’s not like you weren’t good enough. I was just too good. Joking, joking. I mean, if it makes you feel better, I'll try scavange for the cherry blossoms next time I'm at LAX or something. 

And yet, you left without a single word and went straight to your university. I’m rather sad that I wasn’t even good enough to get a goodbye out of you, but I won’t be holding any grudges. –…Though, I really, really loved those cherry blossoms, I won’t hit you. Violence is hardly ever my answer for anything. 

Despite having been there for only a week or two the last time before he had left, he had been fully aware that people could have gotten too much. Especially after being caught halfway through a fight that he had most definitely not known anything about. ‘I.. don’t blame you, honestly. Being here in The Valleys can get a bit - what do you call it? - overwhelming. Damn it, I almost couldn’t remember the English for that word.’ Akashi, being the meek sheep, followed her without a word and proceeded to blink in amazement at all the turns they took. There goes remembering the way to the Music Room. He was a little more than taken aback, listening to her suddenly laugh. In fact, it was a noise capable of making him cringe. ‘You don’t.. have to sound so forced when you try make people smile, you know. You don’t have to do that all the time. It kind of makes me cringe.’ After his less than useful speech, he turned around to gaze at the guitars strung elegantly against the wall in amazement. 'And here I was, thinking there wasn't going to be any instruments.’

As he began to explain himself, a pinch of gratitude formed in her heart when he told her that she looked legit. “ – Thank you, really. It’s cliché, but this house needs fewer bitchy people around here and I don’t want to be like the rest. I’ve just not had the best days –…” When he asked about the music room, she nodded her head. “I’d love to, yeah. It’s where I’m going to spend most of my time anyway. C’mon –” The music room was in the depths of the house, you had to take a couple of turns, walk down a staircase, and you were there. “And –.. here we are. Where all of my magic happens.” Even when she was so broken, she tried to make people laugh. A trait that she wanted to hate.