psychedelic nostalgia contest

Writing is the art of pain, and painting the art of yearning. (but in the end, they both awaited the rain to come.)

And when the boring air of routine presses heavily on your shoulders again, we’ll escape to our own neverland. (sets of drabbles and oneshots)

Myungsoo still had three years until he became an ordinary person. And indeed, he was far, far away in being one.

Myungsoo gets eyebags so heavy that they're worse than pimples. All because of something that lingers around the air and makes hard to breathe.

The elder chases memories, while the younger loses the sanity.

With every dream, he reached her just a bit more, and with every reality, he fell harder.

They barely knew each other, and yet, they're connected by heart.

Leaving is pain, and so is staying. Loving hurts, and so does the paper that cuts the skin. Love is grief, and so is letting go.

All they have is just an outline of their lives.

Sungyeol folds thousand paper cranes to get his wish fulfilled.

Lesson One: Reflections are deceptive.

His sanity has come to an end. His insanity, though, has just begun.

Heroes still exist; they just aren't wearing ridiculous clothes.

Sometimes, Sunggyu calls Woohyun "tree" because he reminds him of a real tree.

He dreamed of her in simple five minutes.

Because their ideal types don't belong to reality.

Just like the Gaussian Blur-effect, their future was blurry. But they knew that it was the end.

Whenever she felt bad, he would be always there with a cup of coffee and an ear to listen.

  Each and every single paper plane will find the way to her.