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Tired of you and this.

Never disliked a typist so much. Don't bother me really. I'm not going to apologize. I hope you can fuck off now. And with this, I officially Q U I T role playing.

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johnyr

Let them miss you. Sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for granted because they think you’ll always stay.

Anonymous (via darren-criss)

#words;

hersecretbookclub

samuraixri

People always think that when you sleep together, there’s always something that is happening in between the sheets and the bed. But let me tell you, It’s not always like that. The feeling of actually hugging each other until you fall asleep, the warmth of each other’s breath, and the total happiness in the morning when you wake up right beside him. Everything may sound too good to be true, but sometimes it takes a lot of responsibility and love to be able to be as wholesome as possible. Sleeping with your special someone is one of the most heartwarming experiences you’ll ever have. No nothing, simply hugging and smiling yourself to sleep.

#I should find me a loving boyfriend

krp-confessions

That heart wrenching, sucker-punch-in-the-stomach feeling you get when you realize you’re not important to the people you love and care about. Yeah, it’s a feeling that stays whether you like it or not.

#this goes ooc too #you'd be fucking surprised

You got angry at me over it, assuming I was doing the same thing to you again but you didn't even know what happened.. it's unfair.

'Its already been resolved hm?' He nods. 'I apologize.'

So you just believed what other's said not even asking me to explain it first.. thanks..

'When did I ever said 'I believe you.' I'm pretty sure I said that it was interesting. And not to dig up your past! What would you have said that would've changed my mind? I just think it's coincidental. That's all.'

He did the same thing to someone named Jin. I heard he told him that he loved him then he's like it's just a crush and he was in love with someone named YK who left him in the end. He got beat up as well. I feel for you. Good luck.

'Hm..well that's interesting. Anyway, you can stop now because it's over anyway. No need to go digging up his past.'

Why did you and your boyfriend break up if you don't mind?

'I guess I don't I mean..' He shrugs. 'Basically, we went on a break and we both couldn't take it anymore. I do love him with all my heart but we just have completely different dreams for the future and desires now. He felt pressured by me because I would kind of force my dreams on him. He also hadn't got over someone he's in love with. It just wasn't working so I told him to fight for the one he loves and it wasn't me. It's not like things are complete shit between us, though. That's about all I can tell you.'

Done with people.

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rpaskboxmemes-deactivated202004

Send Me A ☣ If You Want The Muse To Talk About The Mun.

Send A Specific Question For Bonus Points.

#g;

xnvisibleforyou-deactivated2013

Hello, the name is Oh Sehun. Some have heard of me since I have been here before, wandering around the earth. Now I’m back, wandering once again, but not as a human and with a purpose: to find the love I lost. His name is Kim Jongin and probably in the same state as me: dead.

Please help me find him and if you can’t, then just make sure you’re interesting enough so I want to keep you around for a while. I’m not really looking for friends, just people to waste time with.

Reblog/like/follow if you’re interested, but approach at your own risk.

Ghost AU | Mirrored Literacy | 18+ content

therelatableimages

#you;

Congratulations. I am happy for you.

'Oh? Thank you...who are you though..? I'm sort of single at the moment.. It's..complicated.' He nods.

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❀AU/OC ❀TRIGGERING CONTENT ❀INDIE

My mother would rub her thumb over the back in my hand in those tiny circles people etch into your skin when they’re trying to comfort you. She’d also push the hair out of my eyes but brush it back just as quickly. because the revealed bruises scared her a little too much. And two weeks later, when my face became as cold as my white hands– something she told me (while I slept soundly to the lullaby of IV drips and the nurses changing the dead flowers at my beside) terrified her more than anything else in this world –she stopped touching me altogether.

It turns out that June 21st, 1998 was the day I was supposed to die; the day that my mother had to start deciding what dress I would be buried in– and how.

❀ ❀ ❀

But the Gods work in funny ways,

and I might just be the paragon of their sick humour.