discontinued until further notice ! sapphire nights and bloodied goodbyes. for ;; jeongguk. sequel to 1993.

"He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her." -Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

His strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body into his. The warmth of his embrace melts over me as he rests his forehead on mine. "Tonight, we'll be just us." He whispers against my lips. And we were. Just the both of us and our worries that seemed to be a part of our being drained from our bodies. His brown eyes draws me in and away from the storm brewing in my head. Corey Hayes, he had the effect on me. His soul demanded for my full attention and now he's the only thing on my mind. . . . Gripped with her past trauma, Isla Fawn has to learn to anchor herself to the present. Corey Hayes finds himself struggling to focus on the present as well, his father pushing him to sacrifice his youth for a future in baseball. The two cross paths at a baseball game where Isla's a cheerleader for the team against Corey's but it doesn't faze them. Instead, they come together to learn and appreciate the present, learning to seize the day whilst battling their own demons that seemed to haunt them. © 2020 softaura

life in the colors of falling leaves and uncertain hearts jeongguk. © gonegguk 2018

Petrichor: (noun) the pleasant, earthy smell after rain.

❝ if you were to choose between two people- would you choose the person you love or the person who loves you? ❞ ━ a poignant narrative that weaves through the tapestry of girlhood, boyhood, friendship, parenthood, love, and loss. It follows the lives of seven young adults as they navigate through life in a quiet and peaceful neighbourhood in Seoul. inspired by the Reply kdrama series multifandom YORBIT. reference to cover image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/1139973724403013463/ by Bắc Minh Hữu Ngư

love travels in many paths. a jeongguk fic. © ULZZANGS.

don't worry, sweetheart, the garden of eden resides in hell.

the cigarettes won't save me now. yet, the lungkiller sits mercifully between my teeth to grant me a temporary bliss in exchange for my health. it's not like i'm going to live forever. OR i've glitterglued my bones together and taped my eyes open; you're everywhere in my mind and the veins in my heart (whatever's left of it) has run rotten and the way my lip has been abused to get rid of your leftover molasses is astounding but why aren't you gone? you haven't erased yourself from my history, instead letting the fading lines slice into me and baby i'm running out of sweetness; you may just turn me bitter.

honey boys and dripping daisies. for ;; jeongguk.