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@iamyourweyi
You're higher, you're an octave higher.
You're food for someone, you're a roof for someone.
We are funny jellyfish.
Tu-doo-doo-doo.
We are like watermelons.
Tu-doo-doo-doo.
This song is in my native language. She is very cool. When everyone is bored and sad, or when the situation is not very happy, then I just start singing it.
We are funny jellyfish.
Tu-doo-doo-doo.
We are like watermelons.
Tu-doo-doo-doo.
I don’t know why, but for the second semester in a row I come across such teachers with whom I can discuss everything. This semester, I have a teaching teacher to talk to about K-pop. So just sit down and talk. Today at the class, he just took and showed a photo of Hyunjin from Stray Kids for some magazine. And I have half of Pinterest and Twitter full of similar photos.
he’s so beautiful
I so in love. 😍😍😍
How do you think? Is it okay for me to have an imaginary friend in my 20s? I just don't know who else to ask to make sure I don't have schizophrenia or anything. I'm ok. Well, I think so. But not my friends and family members.
I came here to cry a little. Nobody understands that I like boys. Everyone's like, "Yu Wei, you're a guy! How can you like boys? That's disgusting!" The only disgusting thing here is you who tell me this! And my sister suffers from it too…
I went to my browser favorites and found two calendars 3048 and 3049. At first I thought for a long time what they were for me. But then I remembered that I was writing a book. I'm a little shocked. And now I want to change the time of events in the book.
I just took a personality test. As a result, my personality type is INFP.
Today my sister told me that she does not understand heterosexual vulgar jokes at all. It's normal for her to start making jokes about gays and lesbians, and she understands them. I'm gay and she's bisexual and has a boyfriend. We understand our homosexual jokes. It's a pity that others can't understand them.
"Oh my gosh! Don't you know I'm a savage?" I like these words from the aespa song - "savage" so much that I'm ready to listen to them 24/7, 365 days a year, and in leap years 366 days. I feel like such a bitch when I say them.
My name is Wei. I'm 20. But… I feel like I'm 80, maybe 90 years old. Because everything hurts me.
I am so used to not hoping for a good event in the penultimate episode of the series that when I read fanfiction I look at which chapter I am and how many chapters are left. After all, if I rejoice in advance, and something bad is ahead, it will upset me... тттт
Children are the flowers of life. How I want to piss and shit on these flowers…
Oops. I don't care about other people's opinions.
I was addicted to sex. It doesn't matter with whom. It doesn't matter when. All I wanted was sex, and preferably for one night. But my addiction changed after one meeting. I wanted HE to be there, so that only HE would touch me, fuck me on the sofa, bed, table, no matter where. It is important that it be HE. I haven't felt this way with anyone. I was happy with him, calm. I felt comfort and many other things that were not with others and that never calmed my soul. This is a sketch...
How about small sketches? I will post them here from my notes. Pay no attention to the quality of the translation. It's hard for me to translate. That's why I use an online translator.
Oh my God! Can anyone think of a way to connect your brain to your phone and just send ideas for work over wifi or bluetooth? This is impossible. Everything is beautiful, everything is perfect in my head. But when you sit down to write… And how is this word spelled? How to describe this feeling? How about that? How is it? Damn, in my head I'm a super writer, but in reality I'm shit… And then we wait a year for part of the work.