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Everyday life in Tokyo

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RM from BTS!!

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This hit me hard. 

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I hate being second choice. 

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I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.

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Isn't it weird how you can have friends, but also no friends at the same time?

Anonymous

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Do bald people put soap on their heads?

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I’m debating whether or not this is real. If it is...OMG!!!

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When I’m around you, I purposely fully don’t smile because I’m afraid that you can see how much I like you through my smile.  

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I don’t like people taking photos of me. 

It just makes me sick. 

Putting on a fake smile on my face that’s forced. Its so forced that my muscles hurt. 

I’d rather people take photos of me when I am in a natural state. Those times when somebody doesn’t need to tell me to say “cheese” because there’s already a wide smile on my face. 

I want to be able to look back on these photos and be able to feel the feeling I was feeling when that picture was taken, instead of looking at each photo as nothing special. 

Is this too much to ask for?

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I just realized I used “your” instead “you’re”. 

Art

Oh my God. 

Books. The feeling of knowing other people relate to you. Travelling wherever the book takes you. Falling in love with the guy and realizing that  he’s not a physical person. Your heart beating, your hand sweaty, because you know what’s gonna happen. Your so scared you just need to put the book down and remind yourself that  it’s not real life, unfortunately. 

Music. Headphones in, music on. The beat, the tune, the words. Music is just….unbelievable. 

Poems. Oh God, poetry. It is beautiful. 

Words. Saving a bunch of word posts on pinterest and tumblr, because you can relate. Because you just realized that hygge means happiness. You want to save these forever. Because these are the posts where its like it was made specifically for you and it describes your feelings perfectly. 

Drawing. Getting the exact angle of her face correctly. Shading in with a pencil so much that your fingers become black. 

This is art. It takes you away like wind flowing through the branches of a beautiful maple tree. It is beautiful. 

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I miss everyone I used to know. I wish I could see them again. I wish I could talk to them. I wish I could be their friend again. I wish I could show them how much I have changed. I wish for them. 

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Two souls don’t find each other by simple accident.

Jorge Luis Borges (via sunsetquotes)

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Art

Oh my God. 

Books. The feeling of knowing other people relate to you. Travelling wherever the book takes you. Falling in love with the guy and realizing that  he’s not a physical person. Your heart beating, your hand sweaty, because you know what’s gonna happen. Your so scared you just need to put the book down and remind yourself that  it’s not real life, unfortunately. 

Music. Headphones in, music on. The beat, the tune, the words. Music is just....unbelievable. 

Poems. Oh God, poetry. It is beautiful. 

Words. Saving a bunch of word posts on pinterest and tumblr, because you can relate. Because you just realized that hygge means happiness. You want to save these forever. Because these are the posts where its like it was made specifically for you and it describes your feelings perfectly. 

Drawing. Getting the exact angle of her face correctly. Shading in with a pencil so much that your fingers become black. 

This is art. It takes you away like wind flowing through the branches of a beautiful maple tree. It is beautiful. 

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My Poems (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/XR16Ads49K These are just a bunch of poems I made about...life.