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Mga Kulay Sa Gitna Ng Kawalan

Sabi nila ang kulay pula lamang ay nagsisimbolo ng pag-ibig. Pero nung nakilala nila Baekhyun at Chanyeol ang isa't isa, pwede rin pala na ang pag-ibig ay maging kulay asul; kasing asul ng dagat at mapayapa kung ihahalintulad sa langit.

Ngunit paano makikita ang isang kulay kung ang isa sa kanila ay walang ibang makita kundi ang kulay itim?

Mararamdaman pa ba ang kulay na matagal nang inaasam makita?

O habang buhay na lang bang mananatiling mangangapa sa kawalan?

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free fall - a chanbaek au

where in biology professor, baekhyun byun, got an admirer who turned out to be the basketball team’s coach, chanyeol park

tags: strangers to enemies to lovers, fluff, crack, angst with a happy ending

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chanyeol, the best of all reapers was tasked to assassinate the long secret heir of the number one business tycoon.

but how will he fulfill his oath to his boss if the one he's tasked to kill was his first love?

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exo / season’s greetings 2023

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— 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼.

the skies and their color

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Chanyeol, to Baekhyun: I just wanna be friends.

Chanyeol: Plus a little extra.

Chanyeol: Also, I love you.

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Love is like a cup of coffee.

It can be hot, like how he ignited a fire into your heart when you first met each other's gazes on that one fine summer.

It can be warm, like how you felt inside his arms; a home that made your mundane world into an eternal bliss. And it can be cold, like how the strong breeze of wind from a storm manage to slowly break your home until it gives up.

See, a cup of coffee has a mixture of taste. It can be bitter and sweet. No matter how much you want to conceal the bitterness by pouring an amount of sugar to be sweet, you will always end up tasting the bitterness more; because we can't always find the right taste that suits our tongue's expectation.

That is love, a bittersweet taste of coffee; a drink consisting a great mixture of feelings.

// bittersweet feelings

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welcome to my writing space! thank you so much for taking a bit of your time here in my little space.

written pieces are all written by me as distractions from self-destruction.

arts in photos are not mine, if you know the artists in the photos i post please let me know so i could give proper credits! thank you so much! 🥺

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How can a fairytale like lovestory became a broken record of shattered dreams?

We were almost perfect, two aspiring musicians wanting to be something, wanting to be somebody. Two hearts that became one soul, two voices that became one song.

We were each other's inspiration for creating music, written by our hearts, arranged by our wonderful memories. The kind of music that I always wanted to hear, wanting on repeat, the music in my heart, making a beautiful beat. We were each other's every lyric to the songs we made.

But I guess music do really fades through time. It gets tiring if you can no longer find the right notes, and that's what you felt with me. You were no longer satisfied with every songs you had with me. You still kept on writing songs but it wasn't about love anymore.

It was about wanting to break free.

I did what was right even if it made my life a playlist of cries and self loathing songs. And never did I expect you to go back on writing love songs again, but this time with a new beat, and a new melody.

And I know I will no longer be satisfied with the music I will continue to create. In fact, one realization of this change crept into me.

That every love songs would only be reminded me of you.

And you? You found harmony for the rest of your life.

And that harmony isn't me.

// broken melodies

[please lmk whose art are these so i could give proper credits. thank you so much! 🥺]

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"𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖊!" - 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 1959

Sometimes i wonder if Maleficent was really the mistress of all evil. Or was she just warning girls to be cautious in the future?

Shrugging it off, knowing how absurd it may sound. It was like going back when she was sixteen all over again, how a sixteen year old admired something that she can't touch. Loved someone she can never hold, but love.. can really make you do stupid things.

She was no princess, and she was certainly no beauty. He was no prince charming, for he was her very own spindle wheel, pricked herself and would bleed for him. Falling in love at the age of sixteen, died because of him.

Love makes you touch things that is prohibited for your reach, touch things that would harm you. Like how you touch a flame and get burned.

Like how you love someone in pieces, not minding to bleed just to fix him. And how you believed in someone who says he loves you, but is really unsure of what he really feels.

Because at the age of sixteen, she fell in love with someone that is full of uncertainties, and at the age of sixteen—she had her first heartbreak.

// the curse of the evil fairy

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