zimchim*

Status: i'm bangtan trash.
Joined: June 3, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
user id: 305265
Location: my bed, always.
Gender: F

 


"She's going through her awkward phase."
THIS ISN'T A PHASE MOM, THIS IS THE REAL ME!
 

 



Hello, I'm Madison.
I'm the tall, weird one with curly hair.
I like japanese cartoons and korean pop.
sometimes I like to write.
anyways, nice to meet you.




 

Quotes by zimchim*



while she was floating,
miles away from even the slightest thought or belief in this thing called "fate,"

he danced with it,
desperately enveloping his entire being around it,
without even a hint of hesitation.







I fell in love with the things you never said.


 



He held her hand tightly in his, running is fingers across her knuckles. On her right finger, he noticed a small bump.
"You should hold you pencil properly," he said thumbing at the bump.
"Hm?"
"Your hand," it'd just barely begun to blossom, pink like a rose, "you have a writer's bump."
She pulled her hand away, and his fingers fell cold, "It's none of your concern."
But it was, it really was.






your entire relationship was a chemical reation.
bubbling up higher and higher, overflowing.
it exploded into a cloud of smoke, black and suffocating.
and when the gas dispeared, something  was very clear to the both of you.
you'd become two completely different people.








"you said his name in your sleep again."




 


 

she stared at him.
eyes rarely blinking, refusing to show even the slightest glint of light.
sitting there, emotionlessly telling him that love was pointless.
she believed that no matter how much two people may love each other,
it was only for the moment.
because people change with every journey the earth makes around the sun.
and soon enough, they aren’t the same people they’d met some years ago.
so they’d break up. 
and everything they’d risked, ends up being for nothing.
why should one waste their time on something as cruel and as selfish as love?
she looked him in the eyes, and told him that she’d rather stand on her own feet than fall in love.

and he stared at her.
taking in all of her disastrous beauty.
he wished he hadn’t heard the words that just escaped her lips.
because before, he was only standing over the cliff, toes dancing with the edge.
he knew very well that he should turn around and run as fast as he could.
but he didn’t.
he jumped, gravity taking over instantly as he fell for her.
screaming her name blissfully.
he didn’t care whether or not everything she’d just said was true.
she was the most terribly magnificent thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
and although she was completely heartless.
he had a heart.
and he didn’t hesiate. not one second.
as he willingly ripped it from his chest, surrendering it to her.



 




life is just one tragedy after another.



 




it was a winter kind of love,

the kind that spoke with eyes, actions and bodies. 
because the chill and cold didn't matter when limbs became tangled.
neither did words. they weren't enough.
why did one have to say, "I love you,"
when it could be spoken through fingers on the spine and lips on the collarbone?
it was the need for presense. 
for keeping the hands from getting numb, and making the cheeks warm.
because there's no such thing as too close when it was this cold. 

it was a winter kind of love,
the kind that melted like the snow.









oh yes. she'd been with other guys. before and after him. 
the relationships. the one night stands. and the friends with benefits. 
he definitely wasn't the only one.
but somehow he left this terrifying feeling in the center of her chest. 
in that case, he was the only one.
the only one who'd tease her with that one sensitive spot on her neck. 
because he was the only one who knew about it.
the only one who bothered to look for it.
he was also the only one who loved the birthmark on her hip.
he'd bend down and kiss it whenever he had the chance.
it was him and only him. 
nobody before. and nobody after. cause they're irrelevent.
it was his mind she wanted to explore.
his body she couldn't get enough of.
his laughter that sang to her.
and his problems she wanted to solve. 
he was like a drug to her.
she was addicted and overdosing.
she didn't realize how bad the withdrawals would be until he actually left.
she didn't realize how bad it was until it killed her.




 



When someone loves you,
the way they say your name is different.
You know, that your name is safe in their mouth.




 
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