kjkyung:

          _{Her words are coated with the blood and beauty of those who had ever doubted her. “So young, so reckless,” they would say behind her back. She supposed they were right, yet vowed she’d be the most successful reckless teenager one had ever laid their eyes upon. Adulthood was right around the corner and her elders would hang that above her head as if they thought she didn’t know what she was expected to do. In simplest terms, it pissed her off. Her anger would boil within the depths of her core and then she would be forced to put on a smile when in public whether she wanted to or not. When not in the company of paparazzi or make-up artists, Jinkyung is level-headed to an extent. A great weight is brought off of her shoulders and she returns back to being a night owl with a great power that those like Banana Yoshimoto and Haruki Murakami possess. Her fingers are coated with black ink as dark as her mind and calluses form on her middle finger if she scribbles away hard enough in a single night. Do you dare to take a look into her mind? That is, if she let’s you.}

                                _{R E B LO G | L I K E | F O L L O W}