together with the scattering of time, you weren't there anymore.

my garden's full of guns, honey, and you're gonna watch them all bloom. ©jjk-kyr

park jimin is an artist, in his own morbidly twisted kind of way, a virtuoso in the art of ending lives. ©jjk-kyr

in which changing the future will end the foreteller. ©jjk-kyr

a collection of exo one-shots fuelled by sad songs at 4 in the morning.

in which taehyung is stuck in a loop; constantly loving, leaving and missing him.

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

foolish dreams, faultless sins, and flimsy fingers weave the sweetest memories.

There was one place that kept their fate tied together. ©ink-memories

because losing you is like somebody just turned all the lights off.