L O V 3 R S
an anthology of love and its phases
xviii, april. (iv). gravestones as empty as the bodies buried beneath them. © playlist poetry
those who are human have a little bit of demon within them. they just choose to hide it. © geminti | 2017 i do not own seventeen or the song's they composed. this story is a fictional depiction of the members. please don't connect the events to the real people.
you remind me of someone. ( a collection of short stories for people i know, and songs that motivate me to crash, burn, and dream. an exhale to milk, honey, and hentai. dedicated to everyone here. you're my muse.) cover by @zerofilms / 'magic boy graphics'
it's always the end of the world if you're young. you're feeling everything for the first time. cover by @zerofilms / 'magic boy graphics'
because you'll never love me, but i believe you when you say it like that cover by @zerofilms / 'magic boy graphics'
to most people, the sun is up there, in the galaxy; big and bright, yellow and burning, more than a thousand degrees hot. to soonyoung, the sun is down here, too close but still too far to reach. he loved too deeply, and that was his catastrophe. but isn't better to have been burned by the sun than to have never flown...
to most people, the moon is up there, in the galaxy; big and bright, silver and illuminating, ranging from boiling hot to freezing cold. but to jihoon, the moon is down here. smiling and laughing as if he doesn't know that his smile is the closest thing jihoon could get to experiencing heaven on earth before they all...