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[sanarms]

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sorry for not posting for a week!

[boxi-an]

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[yeochincons]

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[itsnaliet]

Vagalumes ao anoitecer

[ralhiel]

[eevee371]

just some Kpop fandoms rn (pt2)

EXO: Searching the universe for yixing and pre-shook for exo-cbx’s return

Seventeen:  woo jjakjjakjjakjjak (they cant stop clapping, someone save them)

BTS: *excited for more Run episodes but terrified for burn the stage episodes*

Twice: ME LIKEY ME LIKEY LIKEY LIK- oh wait what a new era already? nvm

Stray Kids: DEBUTDEBUTDEBUT DISTRICT 9, its their town, leave while u can

Astro: rocky’s mullet discourse™

Monsta X: a lot of little jealousy

GOT7: Cant catch a break after getting Look and a tour

Golden Child: patiently waiting to stop being slept on

Day6: McFreakin’ Donalds issues

Gfriend: Japan, YEET

TRCNG: ....wats going on here

NCT: DONT YOU KNOW? They’re the boss.

Red Velvet: N-north?!

Bigbang: “Dope wedding congratz”

Super Junior: OT6 comeback but our hearts will always hold them all

Blackpink: where’s the dang comeback at tho @ YG

Wanna One: U cant escape, they’ll boomerang back

Vixx: theyll all be dead april 17th anyways

TVXQ: ‘bout time they got a new mv

Weki Meki: Stop making fun of our name dont make us pull out them visuals

Oh My Girl: Our concept’s... different but what the heck its cute

LOONA: THE GANGS ALL TOGETHER #SLAY

[t3hyan3s3]

Update: Jonghyun’s official suicide letter has been upload. Please read at your own discretion. I don’t know how long I will have this up, but I felt for those not up to date should see this.  I am tagging everyone because this is something real and something that everyone, even kpop stars go through….

I am damaged from the inside. The depression that has been slowly eating away at me has completely swallowed me, and I couldn’t win over it.

I hated myself. I tried to hold on to breaking memories and yelled at myself to get a grip, but there was no answer.

If I can’t clear my breath, it’s better to stop.

I asked myself who can take care of myself.

It’s only me.

I was alone.

It’s easy to say I’ll end things.

It’s hard to end things.

I lived all this time because of that difficulty.

They said I wanted to run away.

That’s true. I wanted to run away.

From me.

From you.

I asked who it was. It was me. And it was me. And it was me again.

I asked why I kept losing my memories. They said it was because of my personality. I see. It wa smy fault in the end.

I wanted someone to notice, but no one noticed. No one met me, so of course they don’t know I exist.

I asked why people live. Just. Just. People just live.

If I ask why people die, I guess they’d say they were tired.

I suffered and I worried. I never learned how to turn my pain into happiness.

Pain is just pain.

They told me not to be like that.

Why? I can’t even end things the way I want?

They told me to figure out why I was hurting.

I know very well why. I’m hurting because of me. It’s all my fault and because I’m bad.

Doctor, is this what you wanted to hear?

No, I didn’t do anything wrong.

When the doctor blamed my personality with a quiet voice, I thought it was so easy to be a doctor.

It’s amazing how much I’m hurting. People who are hurting more live well. People weaker than me live well. I guess not. Out of everyone alive, there’s no one hurting more than I am and there’s no one weaker than I am.

But they said I should live.

I asked why so many times, but it’s not for me. It’s for you.

I wanted to be for me.

Don’t say things that don’t make sense.

Figure out why I’m hurting? I told you why. Why I was hurting. Is it not okay to be hurting this much because of that? Do I need a more dramatic detail? I need more of a story?

I told you why. Were you not listening? Things I can win over don’t end in scars.

It wasn’t my place to clash with the world.

It wasn’t my life to be known to the world.

They said that was why I was hurting more. Because I had clashed with the wrold, because I was known to the world. Why did I choose this? That’s funny.

It’s a miracle I lasted this far.

What more can I say? Just tell me I worked hard.

That it was good of me to come this far. That I worked hard.

Even if you can’t smile as you let me go, please don’t blame me.

I worked hard.

I really did work hard.

Good bye.

[una-chica-con-vehemencia]