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Sounds like a lovestory

Two years ago, I was on my favourite website at the time. Scrolling through the feed like usual, I stopped at the recommended blogs. I liked doing that to find new interesting blogs and there was one blog in particular that caught my attention. Filled with texts about my favourite blog and somewhat interactive if I remember correctly. Not far into the feed, I couldn’t resist clicking on the follow button and so I did. I was a silent follower for some time – like usual I didn’t really like the thought of interacting with some strange person. Honestly, I thought people with a decent follower count wouldn’t answer my questions and I didn’t want to request something that wasn’t creative enough. Yet I still really enjoyed what the owner of the blog wrote, so I gained some momentary confidence and shot a request at them. Two or three requests in I gained the confidence to not just like the answer and the post but also comment on them. Concluding the end of my existence as an anon. After some time of shooting answers to each other on one post that got harder and harder to find, we started texting on private. Soon I realized that the person on the other side had all my sympathy. I’m sure you know at least one person that you met and immediately liked. They were that person to me. I couldn’t wait until they answered and was always so hyped to see what they wrote to me and on their blog. Honestly, I felt like a stalker. But they were okay with my existence, which was really surprising. I’m generally not a person that has the stigma of being easy-going and simple to handle. I was and still am an overcomplicating confused mess. I was so happy to call them a friend but after some time the happiness turned into suspicion. Will they turn me down? It already happened so why shouldn’t it happen again? But they never let me down, not even once. They were there for me whenever I needed them and they opened up to me. It’s such a good feeling to know somebody trusts you and wouldn’t let you down. While I had several fuck ups in real life, I couldn’t do anything wrong with them. I felt like I was a different person with them and I liked this person. They listened to me, they understood and tried to help and I just felt – save. Every person has someone they love so dearly that it hurts and I realized that this person was them. I love them so dearly. I love how soft they can be and I love how they care for others and I love how they listen. I love their happy hyped side as well as their sad and stressed side because I got to see both and they allowed me to care for them and cheer them up. I tried my best to do so but lately I feel like I failed. I didn’t answer for weeks or months at a time and I feel so bad for doing so. I could have answered – so many times. But a little voice inside always kept me from doing so. I don’t even know why I acted like I did and still do. But they are so unbelievably forgiving and never acted in a negative way which makes me love them even more. We both had ups. We both had downs. But we got through it together and I hope we will get through things together in the future as well. I never want to lose that person. It’s unbelievable how much a person I never met can mean so much to me but I’m glad that they are by my side.

  Sounds like a storyline to a cliché romance, doesn’t it? Well – it isn’t. It’s not a love story, I swear! This is the story of one of my best friends and I. I love her to the moon and back, she is like a little sister to me. I’m so incredibly proud of what she did and does, she is a wonderful person. I don’t deserve her in my world and honestly no one does because she is just so pure and amazing! I mean… pure in a characteristic way (I know what you read). And I feel like I have so much to say about her but I can’t find the words to do so. And that’s really bothering me. So let me just say it one more time: I love you @minttexs , my favourite bean in the world, my best brow and the most gorgeous potato on this planet. You are incredible and I hope you never forget that. I love you, happy anniversary! I wish you everything the world can offer. <3

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I have just been accused of sneezing weirdly

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Something I wrote down while my problems overwhelmed me so that I could understand my decisions later on

Bullied by some of the people I love the most:

>Jay actively shows how much similarities my taste in music has to a pile of trash while I always tried to accept and understand why he loves certain songs

>my father made fun about the fact that I'm scared about thunder while the reason is because the noise made me stumble and hurt myself while causing a heavy headache once

>a person I thought was really close to me didn't even bother to think about my existence in two month now

And now I am done. I just don't want to waste my time anymore. I'm exhausted from trying. I can't stop my father but I can stop the other two. I blocked Jan because I'm done giving him my acceptance and appreciation while I receive nothing. I'm not allowing him to spit on things that are important to me. Some of the only things that keep me on trying, that kept me from ending it all, that give me motivation. I am not giving him the opportunity to hurt me where it hurts most. Not anymore. I deleted the other ones number because I'm done trying. I tried keeping conversations up. I'm done hoping. Hoping for something he planted in my head. I'm done hoping for love and affection. I have realized that he just doesn't care. That he didn't even like me. He liked how I am. How I pretended to be. He liked that I showed interest and that I asked if something was wrong. He liked that I listened. All I did was giving. And all I received were his problems. He never did what I did. I guess it is true. One always gives more. But why does this always have to be me? Why am I always the one that treats others with love, affection and tolerance? But now I'm done. I don't want to be the good one anymore. I am done trying. So I stopped. And I'm not regretting anything.

Now I think I was kind of overdramatic but I still don't regret what I did. Because those two people I considered my friends had a power over my emotions that could only be described as toxic. And even though this might be childish, selfish or even plain stupid I am happy that I gave myself a break for my own good and not to make others happy.

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Of Music And Mates - the struggle of soulmates (chapter 1)

When two people listen to the same song of their heart together that’s when true soulmates have found

prologue | chapter 1

As every day I walk the same way to the same place. 

The only thing that differs is the music I listen to – today being Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. 

It’s interesting how my view on my surroundings changes with every genre and song I listen to. 

How the old couple that walks in the other direction looks different whenever I see it. 

Relatively fast I get to the usual place which is the place I technically work at. 

I have one of the worse jobs when it comes to listening to music while working because I constantly have to interact with our customers. 

My job is really good anyways. 

It’s paid quite good and since my tasks are based on our customers there are days where I only have to work for about two hours and travelling is part of it as well. 

This was the only wish I had for my job. 

Travelling is one of the biggest desires I ever had in my life. 

There are so many people and traditions to learn about and all those beautiful places all over the world! 

I also wanted to listen and learn about the music and the music industries in other parts of the world. 

Anyways, I enter the building and get a euphoric ‘Good morning Milenn!’ thrown at me by my favorite coworker. 

Quickly I go to her desk and look at her beautiful smile. 

‘Good morning Bitna! How are you?’ I ask as I always do. 

She retorts with her usual answer of being just fine and we start a little conversation about our weekends. 

Hers was amazing and exciting as always and mine was like always endlessly boring. 

After that I had to change the topic because of the time. 

‘When are the first customers coming again?’ 

She looks at her calendar and responds with: ‘In about half an hour. Enough time to prepare everything.’ 

With a little smile I walk away and start to prepare everything. 

It’s always like that. 

Bitna and I have a short conversation, I ask for my customers and she tells me how much of time I have left. 

That’s how our little team works. 

She is responsible for all the appointments of all the employees and she tells the customers where they have to go to meet the right person. 

As soon as I am done with the preparation I hear a knock on the door. 

I open it and the expected customers smile at me. 

I smile back and open the door a little wider so that they can come in. 

‘Please have a seat.’ I say and point at the chairs opposite of mine. 

Both women nod and sit down. 

‘I hope you had a good flight?’ I ask as I sit down as well. 

Both of her smiles become a little weird but the older woman affirmes anyways. 

I don’t question their reaction as I am not in the position to. 

‘Okay. So now that you are here let’s start, shall we?’ again simultaneous nodding. 

‘So, Miss Stuart, we have an apartment prepared for two people as you wanted. A chauffeur will bring you there. One of our partner companies offers you a tour guide to show you important places like supermarkets and other shops if you want. He will show you other places as well if requested.’ 

The women look at each other with uncertainty in their look which is why I try to help their decision. 

‘Don’t worry about him. I know the guide personally and he is a real sweetheart. There was not even one negative comment about him once so you should be happy with him as well. And he will be at our charge of course.’ 

As I finished my monologue the older woman seems like she decided what they will do. 

‘Alright, a tour guide would be perfect for us then. Is the requesting you mentioned possible when we are already at the tour as well?’ 

‘Yes of course! He will be there for you as long as needed. If there is a problem just tell us. The tour will start at nine tomorrow and he will wait in front of your apartment.’ 

Neither of them has a problem with that. 

I do the rest of this meeting the same way I always do and it ends after two hours with the keys for the apartment being handed over to the new owners. 

Satisfied the two women leave and I’m alone again. 

Two more and then I’ll go grab something to eat for Bitna and me. 

Quickly I put all the documents in the right order and back into the cabinet. 

As I do that, I already pull the next folder out and prepare everything for the next customers. 

A mid-fifty man and his twenty-three year old fiancée wanted a really big apartment in the center of Seoul. 

Why am I even the one that has to explain why our company had to decline their order? 

This is going to take a lot of nerves.

I feel like this one was weak. but still - any thoughts? I’m open for what you have to say, just spill it! Anyways, have a nice day!

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Of Music And Mates - A Strangers Home (chapter 2)

The time when leaving everything you love is the best idea you could have had.

prologue |  chapter 1 | chapter 2

I woke up to a terrifying scream that clearly signified danger. 

Alarmed I opened my eyes and instantly sat straight. 

This was not the kind of scream I showed myself to be capable of, it was really high pitched and as if the person’s life would end in the next few seconds. 

As I saw the masks that made sure that everyone could get oxygen I got worried as well. 

The turbulences didn’t help either. 

The constant feeling of the plane struggling under the turbulences made my heart beat at high speed because it felt as if we could hit the ground at any second. 

You know how they always say that you will see your life flash by in your last moments? 

Well, that didn’t happen. 

Instead my mind just totally zoned out. 

I couldn’t think of any straight thought, I didn’t even realize my grandmother that was scared as well and just looked at the stewardess that tried to calm the woman down that screamed her heart out of her body. 

I didn’t realize how the same stewardess announced that the turbulences are just gusty winds that would be over in a few seconds. 

I didn’t realize how everyone put their seatbelts back on anyways. 

I didn’t realize it but I did it as well. 

Only after the plane flew normal again I began to process everything. 

And with everything I literally mean everything. 

Now that we were safe again – now I thought about my life. 

How I got bullied since kindergarten. 

How my bullies got more creative with every joke about me. 

How mental pain became physical. 

How I isolated myself. 

How my psychologist made everything worse with his new method of just blaming me for everything that went wrong trying to get me to explode. 

How much of an impact all of it had. 

How I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. 

How I told my friends that I don’t know if we have even been friends.

How I nearly messed up with everyone I loved. 

How toxic my relationship to myself was – is. 

This made me realize one thing. 

My life was miserable until now. 

This was not how I wanted to die. 

I hadn’t even really lived yet. 

Something needed to change. 

I would start being more open. 

I would start trying to make friends on my own and not just wait until they find me. 

I would be more open about me and the things I like. 

I would be more positive. 

I would be a better person.

Luckily the rest of the flight went by without any other trouble. 

We safely arrived at the airport, got both of our suitcases without any damage or problem and even got a taxi quite fast. 

The driver got us safely through one hour of congestion and still at our desired destination in time. 

As we walked up to the reception a really nice looking lady welcomed us and showed us where we had to go. 

Her name tag told me that her name is Bitna. 

Quietly thanking her I followed my grandmother who went straight ahead and knocked on the door. 

Not much time went by until a really nice looking woman opened the door and smiled at us before she let us in her office. 

After quite an awkward conversation we could leave again, now knowing that we had an apartment and a tour guide ready for us. 

It was really nice of the company to offer us such a treatment and I definitely felt welcomed here. 

After we said goodbye to Bitna - who smiled at us with a big smile – a chauffeur greeted us politely but also slightly grumpy. 

He didn’t talk much while he drove us to the requested address but we didn’t mind at all. 

Looking out of the window I saw a few parks that where such a pleasure to look at and decided that parks nearby will totally be part of the questions I had for the tour guide. 

With a quick glare at my grandma I knew that she probably had similar thoughts about tomorrow – where we would meet the guide for the first time. 

When we finally arrived in front of the building our apartment was in, I was a little shocked. 

This Building looked so luxurious and as if only the highest personalities would be able to afford to live here. 

I mean – I always knew my grandmother wasn’t poor at all but this is a whole new level. 

Ignoring my fascinated zone out, my grandma went inside as if it was nothing. 

Quickly I followed her to the apartment that seemed to be ours because the bell had our name on it. 

As soon as we walked in I felt as if we were in an overpriced hotel room. 

Everything was already at the right place, throwing a modern and clean expression at me. 

‘What… I mean… how?’ I looked at my grandma in great confusion. 

‘Oh. Did I never tell you?’ 

She didn’t even look as if she cared for any detail of the design of only the floor we still stood in. 

‘Tell me what?’ 

This is a dream. 

It just has to be. 

‘That our family was a royal family once and that I got all the money because I’m my father’s only child?’ 

Slight surprise covered her face while she came closer to me. 

‘No? I didn’t know anything about this! How should I know when we all lived in relatively normal houses and live a normal life?’ 

My confusion constantly rose higher with every second that went by. 

‘Sweetheart, your life was far from normal. 

Normal people don’t try to learn five languages. 

They don’t have to learn three instruments and they don’t have their personal vocal coaches.’ She said in a calm voice and pulled me into a soft hug. 

‘You – as my granddaughter and as a whole individual – are something very special.’

Chapter 2 is over now, thanks for reading! Aaaand - since no one reads my story anyways - I can say anything I want, so... bubblegum. Yeah. 

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Listen! Your grandmother just texted me.

My mother, right now, without an explanation

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Of Music And Mates - A Strangers Home (chapter 1)

The time when leaving everything you love is the best idea you could have had. 

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2

Different from what I expected the beginning of our journey wasn’t too good. 

It was a disaster. 

When we arrived at my grandmother’s home, no one opened the front door. 

Since we know that she never closes the door that leads into her garden, it was easy for me to get in anyways. 

I was worried from the beginning and the silence that fulfilled this house didn’t help either. 

My grandma always listens to music regardless of what she does; the radio is the first thing to be activated when she wakes up. 

As if something bit me I ran upstairs and got a small heart attack when I saw what I have seen. 

My grandma – lying on the floor without any movement. 

Alarmed I ran up to her and checked if she still breathes. 

After a small panic attack because of not feeling anything on my finger as I held it under her nose, I remembered that she always had quite a flat breath and continued by checking her pulse. 

Relieve crawled up my body as I felt the constant bumping of blood rushing through her veins – followed by a shocked scream of mine when my grandma suddenly jumped out of her position. 

‘Sweet lord, why do you have such cold hands?’ she gasped out, feeling her now cold neck. 

‘I don’t know, maybe it’s because I thought you were dead? Why are you lying on the floor?’ 

My confused look was meeting hers while she processed my answer. 

‘Oh! That’s because I didn’t want to miss my bed too much when we leave today.’ 

She smiled the most innocent smile at me, probably thinking this would be a normal thing to do. 

‘Grandma… you are really something else.’ 

Quickly I stand up, take her suitcase and walk down to the entrance. 

What is this woman even taking with her? 

It feels like her suitcase is only filled with the lightest feathers. 

‘Wait sweetheart, I haven’t even started packing yet!’ 

Oh, that’s why. 

Rolling my eyes I went back to her, opened the main pocket and started filling the things she wears most frequently into it. 

My grandmother on the other hand filled a little backpack with various things I didn’t even know she had. 

As we were done I took both backpack and suitcase and ran down to my father’s car where I quickly put everything in the right place. 

As I was done, my grandmother opened one of the doors in the back and greeted my father. 

I quickly took my place next to him so he could finally drive off. 

This delay caused us to run late so my father drove a little faster than he should have. 

Big mistake. 

As we were driving on the highway, I noticed the brightly shining lights in front of us but it was too late. 

We didn’t hit the car in front of us too hard because both my father and the other driver could drive in different directions but the other car lost his mirror. 

It wasn’t my father’s fault though because the other driver drove in the wrong direction but he still wanted to prosecute us for the accident. 

He called the police which came surprisingly fast and asked everyone about what happened. 

As my grandmother told the nice police officer that we had to get our flight, something unbelievable happened. 

The officer actually offered us to drive us there while his coworkers would continue to talk with my father! 

Normally we would have been worried enough not to get into a strangers car.

We gladly accepted and put everything in his car anyways. 

The police officer got us to the airport safely and even helped us with getting everything to the airplane. 

It felt like a miracle when we heard what the mechanic voice announced. 

Our plane had difficulties which is why they had to wait one more hour till it could start. 

Happily we got in our plane with the help of two very nice security guards that were friends of the police officer. 

With a big sigh we sat down and looked out of the window in relieve. 

Nothing bad could happen anymore. 

Oh boy was I wrong. 

The whole flight was a big catastrophe. 

Starting of really basic with the start – that got delayed not once but actually three times. 

When we finally started with a total of a two hour delay, the next problem came right after. 

As the warning lights of wearing the seatbelt went off I wanted to open it as fast as possible because I closed it a little too tight but it wouldn’t open. 

My seatbelt was stuck. 

I panicked for the third time this day as I tried to get out of it. 

I felt the air getting thinner and thinner while the area where it was too tight began to hurt really bad. 

My grandma noticed my problem and tried to help me by talking with a calm voice, trying to calm me down as well. 

Normally it would have helped but since I was already stressed because of my claustrophobia it made everything worse. 

I couldn’t keep the tears back anymore which blurred my sight. 

Everything went down in a circle of getting worse and worse until I started screaming out of a reflex. 

This caused great attention which is why a stewardess came and helped me out, speaking calmly and finally getting me back into reality. 

‘Is everything okay Ma’am?’ she finally asked with a worried look in her face. 

‘Y…yes. I am very sorry for worrying you and your coworkers. My claustrophobia made me panic.’ 

I couldn’t even look into her face. 

I knew this drew attention on me but everybody staring at me with either a worried, confused or annoyed expression was just too much. 

I couldn’t handle her worried face that close to me. 

‘It’s fine. I know how that feels but it will get better with time.’ 

She politely smiled down at me and went back to work as soon as she saw the smile I returned. 

Slowly calming down I drew attention to the clouds outside the plane, constantly zoning out. 

The last straight thought I had was about our plan after we would have landed. 

In about twelve hours we would have a meeting with the travel agent my grandma called a while ago. 

She will tell us everything important and after that we will visit our new home. 

Hopefully nothing else would happen until then. 

With that last thought I finally managed to fall into the world of dreams.

Not knowing that i was totally wrong again.

That’s chapter 1, yay! Hope to read this isn’t too weird for you but I like the story the way it is ‘till now so I’m not going to change a thing. 

Any thoughts you want to tell me? I’m open for it, just tell/ ask me if you want! 

Anyways, bye!

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Of Music And Mates - A Strangers Home (prologue)

The time when leaving everything you love is the best idea you could have had.

prologue | chapter 1 |  chapter 2

Today is the day. 

My Grandma and I are going to leave our hometown. 

According to my Grandmother it’s because I would have too many negative thoughts here based on my mother’s death. 

Yes, she is for sure dead. I should know because I was there when she fell into her final sleep. 

Even so my Grandma says it’s because of me, I know we are moving because she couldn’t stand the fact that she lived longer than her beloved daughter and I cannot blame her for that. 

She is a wonderful woman with so much energy and motivation but now that my mother has passed away she is not the same person anymore. 

She still tries to live in true harmony like she always did but we all feel that some of her soul died with her child. 

She made me choose if I want to stay with my father or go with her and start a new life. 

Knowing I would leave everything behind to make her happy so she tried to convince me that my decision wouldn’t affect her at all but I still could not refuse. 

Not just for her but I wasn’t able to resist taking the opportunity of a new life. 

I love everything about my surroundings at home but staying wouldn’t get me anywhere. 

The time would just fly by, only affecting my age but not my life. 

I want something to change and if this requires leaving then I will be totally open for it. 

I still remember the heartwarming shine my grandma’s eyes spread and how loving her hug felt when she realized that she wouldn’t have to be alone in another part of the world while she knows nothing about their language and traditions – that she wouldn’t have to be the only stranger walking around. 

That’s exactly what we’re going to be because no one just travels to the other side of the world without getting recognized. 

Both my grandmother and I already freaked out about that. 

You know how children have similar characteristics with their parents? 

Well I’ve got about ninety percent of my mothers and she got about the same amount of hers. 

Meaning that I’m filled with the whole awkwardness and social anxiety my grandma has. Fun – I know. 

I still don’t know how I even got the friends I have now but what I do know is that they are equally weird and that’s really soothing form time to time. 

Anyways, today we are going to fly straight into a new life. 

I should be awake and ready to leave. 

However, I’m a zombie right now, not even done with packing. 

Guess not sleeping for days was not the best decision I’ve ever made but I just couldn’t help it. 

I was so excited for this adventure, sleeping was nothing I could have managed to do while being that excited. 

Packing on the other hand felt wrong. 

Every time I tried to start packing my case a feeling of disapproval appeared and didn’t want to leave until I stopped. 

Now that I can’t sleep anyways it’s the perfect time to do it. 

Quickly standing up – in case my mind would try to trick me otherwise – I open my wardrobe and pull the most important pieces out. 

The others are going to be given to my sister and if she doesn’t want them then they are going to be donated. 

After closing my wardrobe again I take a few of the pictures hanging on my wall off, put them in bubble wrap and put the little package into my suitcase. 

Last but not least I take my passport and everything else I could need during the flight and put it into a backpack. 

When everything fit in and I was satisfied with what I was going to leave behind I went into the kitchen and told my dad I would be ready to leave now. 

He looked at me with a sad smile but got up, took my suitcase and walked to his car. 

I quickly followed him and sat myself on the passenger seat. My father got in as well and started his car after a small sigh. 

As we drove off in the direction where my grandma lives – lived – happiness filled my brain. 

This was going to be the beginning of something great.

Don’t worry, I’m going to make a masterlist because if I wouldn’t everybody will probably be confused at some point ^^°

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Of Music and Mates - the struggle of soulmates (prologue)

When two people listen to the same song of their heart together that’s when true soulmates have found.

How is love defined?

According to the first page the internet has to offer, it’s a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child or friend. 

But what’s with true love? How can you possibly know when you have found your soulmate?

I thought a lot about these questions lately, not being able to end up with a resolution. 

The marriage of two of the best friends I ever had finally gave me the answer.

 Music is the key. 

Everybody listens to music. 

It’s used to prepare unborn babies for life, stimulates the mood of a single human being in several ways just by being different tones that were randomly put together, forming melodies out of heaven or hell. 

Everyone has a special taste into music. 

The ‘one song’ of a couple is played at their wedding, showing what is holding them together. 

It shows that the ‘one song’ will always differ. 

I’m sure that music defines love. 

Everybody has this one song – their song. 

If they find someone with the same song that’s when true soulmates have found each other. 

Sadly people tend to never find their soulmate or song. 

I being one of them.

 Neither have I found my soulmate nor song but I’m sure that it will happen. 

I am sure about finding my song. 

I’ve searched through nearly every kind of music and honestly love all of them but the one song wasn’t there yet, not even remotely. 

However, there are still many genres and songs to go through and I will not give up. 

How could I’ve known that my song would hit me in the same moment my soulmate will do? 

I am Milenn and this is the story of how I’ve found my soulmate.

sooo... what do you think? Should this become a thing or should i just crawl back under my bed? Please tell me because I’m not sure yet.

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the rest is not going to be uploaded by today. Let me say one last thing anyways: please scroll down to the end before you look at anything else. And if you already did, I hope you had fun with the chaos in my mind during that time.

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here you go. Please don’t mind the mistakes. And the fact that one o in a thank you isn’t closed. I could punch myself for that. Don’t cringe too much or else you are not going to make it. Seriously, this blog is going to be cringy, what did you even expect?

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Sooooo...

Now the real fun begins! Which means that I’m going to upload pictures of the peices of paper I filled.following pictures will contain reasons to like one particular person, a big thank you and a bad depiction of said particular person. Please don’t cringe too much. Thanks.

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Whoops I lied

I changed my plans. Tomorrow I'll already post everything I originally wanted to post on January 9th because nobody is going to find this page anyways. The posts will include: > cringy texts for said friend > an introduction to some of my OCs and how they are connected to each other > sketches I made the past years > idk maybe some ideas I had for stories And that's basically it. These things will be posted tomorrow... or over the week. But maybe not, I don't know yet.

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weird introduction is weird

Hi there person who is reading this! How did you get here? Seriously, no one cares for the first post. Well, now you are here and apparently didn’t run away by now and therefore I’ll tell you why this blog is suddenly existing. 

Soooo... I have this one special friend that I found through Tumblr and we'll have an anniversary soon! On January 9th to be exact. That’s the day where we started to chat privately and she turned into one of my closest friends by now. I really love her, she’s like a little sister for me and since I’m fangirling over the stuff she does anyways and because we both love BTS I wanted to combine my fangirling overload into one simple blog. 

Just so you - the reader of this very first post - know: I’m not going to spill her username until I’ve send the link of this blog to her. Till then you’ll have to deal with a big hole of nothing on this blog... well nothing except for this post. 

OH, one more thing: maybe, MAYBE, I’ll upload random drawings I did as well. Look at the avatar as an example for what’s going to wait for you. 

Have fun on here and thank you for reading this way to cringy introduction! If you’ve got any question just ask and I’ll answer