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What so many people seem to not understand, is that we tried.
We tried our goddamn best with everything we had to adapt into a mold assigned to us by someone else. We tried our best to be something we are not, to fit in, to be accepted.
We can hide ourselves and lie to ourselves and everyone else, but it does not change who we are. So, in the end, the trying and hiding tires us down, eats us alive. For some, it takes months. For some, it takes decades.
Imagine that, living your one single life as a poser, as someone you are not. Every day, dressing up and playing a role and coping with the pain of being denied. That literally makes some give up, give up their one single chance.
This is why we still need Pride. To receive the same recognition, respect and space in the society that so many take for granted.
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10 YEARS of SEVENTEEN — 26 May 2015
What starts as an introduction to a group largely unfamiliar to the crowd ends in giddy jubilation, with the previously uninitiated leaving the field swept up by the boundless energy pouring off the stage. [...] Ahead of SEVENTEEN’s history-making appearance at Glastonbury, there was some doubt among sections of the festival’s audience about whether they would fit in at the event – or even if they deserved their spot. By the time we reach the final two songs, though, those uncertainties should have been firmly blasted out of anyone’s mind. The performance the group deliver today more than matches up to the grand context surrounding it, proving both SEVENTEEN and K-pop as a whole has a future here on Worthy Farm. — K-pop Maestros Earn Their Place in the History Books (NME)
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My Words, Your Thoughts
Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut | Soulmate AU, Friends-to-Lovers AU | 36k
Synopsis: As an introvert, you are familiar with the silence. Drowning yourself deep in your thoughts has been a habit you’ve become addicted to. Your life begins to change, however, ever since the day you turned twenty. Suddenly, there’s this song that’s stuck in your head, and no matter how much you yearn to hear your thoughts or be comforted by the silence, it keeps on playing. You only get to find the answer to your problem when a young, cute barista hands you a cup of coffee one day, with that song’s lyrics written on the side. And you realize that you’re not the only one who’s been hearing voices in your head.
Warnings: explicit sex, expletives, mentions of physical abuse and astraphobia (not for the main characters)

It’s weird. It’s so weird.
It’s weird that you’ve been hearing this song replaying over and over again in your head when you’re sure you’ve never listened to it before. It’s also weird because sometimes the song sounds like the ones you often hear about on the radio—complete with instrumental accompaniment and everything—but most of the time, it just sounds like someone is humming to it. Sometimes quietly, but more often than not, vehemently like they’re having a concert in the shower, not caring if the neighbors might hear.
As someone who rarely listens to mainstream music, you don’t keep up with the trend these days but the tunes are catchy enough that you think, maybe, it’s one of those Justin Bieber’s songs people always talk about. You’re not fond of it, though, so even if you’ve heard it somewhere in a cafe or a mall, there’s very little chance you’ll be humming it in your head.
And yet, it keeps on playing.
It gets worse when it goes on for a whole day—a whole fucking day—that your brain feels like it’s seconds away from bursting into pieces. It doesn’t even sound like your voice. It seems like it belongs to a male, a bit light and a pitch higher than most. Though it sounds pleasant, the voice is unfamiliar to your ears and that’s what bothers you the most.
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2025 carat revival : dynamics week 'this road is beautiful, because I have you walking beside me' no one loves seventeen more than seventeen loves each other🤍
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Chi no wadachi, 血の轍, Blood on the Tracks, a trail of blood by Shūzō Oshimi.
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The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy at All
I like the green yuri manga
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