perfume ; kth + jjk

he smelled of freesia and vanilla

blackout poetry / vkook

"I'm sorry," he said. "But now we're in this together." She said his name, he held her and she began to cry. He looked down into her face, "Whether we like this or not, we're in it. And me and you and God." Jeongguk, don't you think it's beautiful? - based on tweets from "@Blackedpoetry." © noodleplaza