The Trolley Problem But Instead It’s A Catboy Or A Werewolf 

MARK for Harper's Bazaar Korea (November 2022)

© DPDSK

I'll close my eyes, be ten again

I'll find the safety in a grin

That yellow boy, a tender soul

I'll find the love the years all stole

I'll clench my fists, attack the clock

Bludgeon the seconds with will and rock

I'll run to a time safer than this—

Gather up the gifts I miss

I'll shout at a god who never writes back

I'll call him a monster, a demon, a hack

Deface the altar, rip up the pews

That place isn't heaven, it's just refuse

— the little name · adora

why'd i feel so empty? i can call all day, i can cry until i have nothing left and use up all the light until the sun sets in streaks of blood, leaving the hours bared, stripped down, ripped away violently from their former glory — hey, just like us.

and like the sky when it pours rain and stars, the feelings come flooding in and knock me over from the floor where i’m still on my knees; on my knees from the intensity of my feelings, on my knees because the memories of you still exist, tangible, beautiful and oh, what an excellent accident of stardust.

oh, i’m high from this, i’m happy for this — that little time, those little moments that aged and turned into what we can now call the past, and now i remember them in a new, rose-tinted light.

like i said, little memories, a forgotten morning in which i’d have overlooked you, in a scene all too familiar, and the dust swirled like a storm and when it cleared . . . you were standing there saying hello.

hello again, and then our eyes locked.

and feelings unfolded. delicate, liquid glass

breakable, new

but oh, it was so,  so,  perfect.

and so . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀can i have your name?

mmm.

saudade. saudade, saudade, and sillage.  kalopsia. kalopsia, kalopsia, and hiraeth.

time; preserved in dust; and love; preserved in time.  oh, let me go back to what i never had . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀can i have your name?

let go. close your eyes.  look. not at what you lost, not what you don’t have

not at what you could’ve had.

but what you do. who you are.

look at your eyes, how they shine quicksilver underneath the streaming moonlight, how they glow gold in the late afternoon, when the air cools a little and you wear that deep blue hoodie that brings out the laughter in your smile.

yeah, your smile. the one that stretches across your entire face. the one that shows in your eyes more than anywhere else because fuck, i’ve never seen eyes glitter so brightly. yeah, the one that people turn to stare at because it’s just so fucking gorgeous.

fan your fingers out in the cold breeze and take pride in being who i am — know it, laugh at it and acknowledge that the laughter isn’t a satirical one, but rather one of wonder. that it’s the type born of golden sunsets and smoky stars swept aside against the backdrop of the moments that flit and make up your life — because you’re the star.

you’re my stars, you’re my skies, you’re you, and that’s exactly right.

because for a few shining seconds, you’re the sun. because i never knew the sun could exist in someone’s eyes before i met you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"can i have your name?"

hm

NCT 127 — 2 Baddies

In this open road covered in white, the street brightens up and spreads out. Out of this hidden world, run through the highway, woah, speeding limitlessly. Wanna go to the moon?

MANIAC : haechan & doyoung

crazy girl, my feelings are deeper than they seem

im good at downplaying

but you're mine, and i love you just as you are

tear stained face and all.

we have scraped knees 

and it hurts but we both bear these cuts

so it doesn’t sting quite as much 

when the antiseptic hits the wound.

i just want to scream out to the world,

you are mine! all of me, all of you!

if you ever read this, i'd die of embarrassment.

— dylon's words

tumblr added another secret feature. if you make a post and just type "gullible", it turns it into a different message. tell me which one you got!

I fucking love fanfiction authors.

You lot carry this god forsaken church rejecting app.

I just wanna give you all a massive fuckin forehead kiss because you deserve it you traumatised little shits.

C'mere lemme give u all smooches.