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Title : Dear Door 

Title : Dear Door 

Author : Pluto  Source : Bomtoon Summary : While in pursuit of criminals, a police officer has an unexpected encounter with a rather uncanny demon. Barely surviving the incident, Do Gyeong Joon is left staring after the retreating form of the mysterious creature in bafflement. However, not long after this the two meet again when the demon crashes into Do Gyeong Joon’s apartment, saying: “Hurry up! I need to get inside of you”...!? It just gives you the tingle. 1000% in love with character like the uke his a cop and his got this build up but the author somehow manage to make it look real good during his "session" with the seme and the uke ahegeo are to die for. 10/10 for the...

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"Not your girl next door." 

Many times we hear stories or blog articles about the "good girl" throwing pity parties for herself because she'll never get the guy. The type of girl who is the "late bloomer" who hasnt had her first kiss until she was already finishing college, the type of girl who'd much prefer sweats over a bandage dress, snuggling with her cat while watching netflix over a night out with friends, drinking and partying *rolls eyes. Many times we also hear conversations of guys talking to their bros about how undateable whatsherface is because she loves partying/drinking, or she isnt "wifey" and just a "one night stand" because her instagram photos have many likes or comments and the amount of guys...

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Why I’ll Be Forever Alone.

Why I’ll Be Forever Alone.

It’s become a mindless notion; to swipe left and right. You do it on the train, on the bus, in your lunch break, when you need to studying. He’s 1km away. She’s 12 miles away. It doesn’t matter where you are in the world, everyone’s doing it. Tinder. Bumble. Grindr.  Welcome to the 21st Century where no one communicates anymore. The dating ‘game’ has never been more of a game as it is now. Once you get a match, it’s then another game, waiting to see who messages first. Then, if your overthinking hasn’t kicked in by then and you do end up texting - well then it’s time figure out whether this person is the following: 1. A casual hook up. 2. A ‘let’s just see...

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One Morning

One Morning

I wake up to the sound of the alarm. After snoozing it three times, I manage to gain back my conscience. I feel like shit. The room is dark. There’s no one sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s no more of that messy bed hair, looking up at the sky while giving me that sickening sweet greeting. “Good morning, Scott.” But the room is dead silent. Among the stink of sweat lingers a faint scent of vanilla. Hers. How I resent it. Her toothbrush still stays beside mine. I open the window and throw it as far as I can. The scent of vanilla even thicker inside the cramped bathroom. The shelf used to have many bottles of liquids I don’t even know what they’re supposed to be. Now...

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Choices.

People say, Falling in love is magical. Its as if the world stops spinning, And its  as if your love interest is your new sun. People say, love is the strongest feeling of all. They say, love makes everything feels beautiful, Even if it really isn't. But when I love you, It was my choice. I didn't fall in love. I walked right in to the trap, and I let it engulf me whole. I let myself be shrouded in love, It was my choice. In a world where eating chocolate gives you the same chemical reaction as falling in love, In a world where scientists found that the same chemical could only stay active for a year, I would still love you. It was my conscious, wholehearted choice. Even in another...

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Night Thoughts

Night Thoughts

Have you ever woken up, regretting that you ever met me? Because I never did. But I go to sleep every night with thoughts that you may have.n The other side of the bed is empty and cold. I dare not to touch it, because your scent still lingers like flower on summer day. At night I close my eyes and can feel the faint of your body heat cutting through the night air. Like an amputee feeling an itch where their limbs are missing. Phantom limbs. Where are you now? Can you still recall me from somewhere I cannot reach? Are you still waking up — if you ever sleep or even awake — calling my name from where no voice can echo? Because I can still hear your voice like a soft music...

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Of Red and Blue.

Of Red and Blue.

One day there is a guy who loves the color red, with blue arms and even bluer heart. His eyes are burning with passion even though the light in his heart had died, and he's trying so hard to light it back even though its now nothing but ashes. The girl ran to nicotine for solace, The guy to alcohol, and drugs. The girl fell for the guy's blue, so she tried to help him light out the ashes by giving him her red, gleaming and alive heart. He doesn't know how to handle hearts properly so he shattered it, probably unconsciously, but that's okay, the girl gathered the pieces and she gave it to the guy once more. Once more. Again. Just once more. Over and over again. Like a vicious, self...

in Television
anime & friends

anime & friends

I'm new to watching anime. I've heard about numerous animes courtesy of my older cousin, Pat, but I didn't bother watching any of them because it wasn't really something I thought I would enjoy at that age. But now that I'm older and more open-minded and willing to discover new stuff, I thought I'd try it. Being somewhat like a freshman to anime and the japanese terms and all that, it was slightly hard finding a good anime to start with.  For one, I don't know what 'slice of life' meant as a genre. Is it like a metaphor, just like how "piece of cake" is or..? What. And also, "otaku", "tsundere", and "harem". So, yeah. I had to pretty much google stuff I found that I don't know or was...