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Hi everyone 💞

I wanted to share something with you guys today. My cousin is a big fan of this K-pop group and she asked for help with the fandom! Is a kpop group named BTOB and this year is their 10th anniversary. This is super important to them and the fandom not only because of the anniversary itself but because they’ve been through so much these last few years. They have one of the best vocal lines in kpop and they’re SO GOOD but they really need to increase their Youtube views in order to get music show awards and consequently the recognition they deserve! This is a group that is very dear to my cousin and my cousin is very dear to me so, I know many of you enjoy K-pop and it would mean a lot if you could check them out and watch their MV even if just once! The competition is really, really hard this time around. So I’m asking for your help, pls reblog if you like it! Thank you so much 😊🙏🏼✨

비투비 (BTOB) - ‘노래 (The Song)’ Official Music Video

*I know a lot of them through my cousin and my God this is one of the best songs, the scenery and vocals are impeccable! 😍

raybows

this song is so good and the MV is so beautiful! omg i love it

#kpop #btob

multi-purpose-tool-guy

today at work a customer’s card didn’t go through so I asked them to try again and it worked that time and I mixed up saying “there we go” and “there it goes” and I ended up saying “there we goes" and I just

paganprincesss

why is this so funny

really-funny-posts

he’s a natural fit at walmart

cheolshu

HOSHI ACCORDING TO SEVENTEEN ♡

Happy birthday to the cutest hamster, Kwon Soonyoung #PrinceHOSHIday #호시왕댯님_생일_왔구나

cr @captainoates

#seventeen #hoshi #soonyoung

my house isn’t a home

Being in a family house, a real family house, was hard for me. After spending a week or so at a friends house and seeing her fight with her sister, take care of her mom, being pampered by her aunt I felt jealous. Coming back to an empty house was hard.

Today I washed my hair, stood in front of the mirror and the person I saw wasn’t me. Just a few days ago I was crying laughing, joking around, being loved. The person I saw was pure emptiness, dark sad eyes marked her face, the slow anxious breath making her chest slowly rise. I felt bad for her, for myself.

I felt the lump in my throat while drying my hair, and then sat alone in my room on an awkward uncomfortable position but somehow I was too weak to move. I could hear the cars outside, dogs barking, but inside this house I heard nothing. No games from my brother’s empty bedroom, no clickings of my mom in the kitchen, nothing.

Looking around my room brings back memories that were once good, looking at the corridor makes me think of my father telling us all to leave with “that whore”, who is my mom. And today, again, crying alone in my room just felt like I was leaking. I didn’t feel like crying, my body didn’t shake while I did, I just sat down and leaked.

My house isn’t a home, and it makes me wonder if it ever was.

#personal #write every time it hurts