I didn’t put you up on my profile picture in time, or my cover photo, I didn’t post about you at midnight, but I’m not pondering on if society will accept me as your “stanner.”
I won’t make this too long, because whatever I want to say cannot be put coherently into words, let some things be our little secret, yeah? You’ve been there for me at sleepless nights, you’ve been there to put smiles on my face during terror. You’ve reached out to me when I needed you the most. You’ve gone through me without knowing about my existence better than most of the people who have known me for years. You’ve been there for me when I needed someone to be there, you’ve made me feel your presence just by existing, you’ve helped me make decisions when no one else could. Meeting you was one of the best things that ever happened to me. The only thing I’ve done for you is love you from this corner of my world in secrecy where you’ve given me so much more than I asked for without even knowing it.
I want you to be happy, to be healthy, to be there on stage and to do what you want to do. I want you to know how much you are loved, how much you mean to the world, and how many worlds you complete. I want everything good for you, I want you to smile, always.
Happy birthday, baby.
I love you.
I love you so much. Thank you for everything that you’ve given me, Minseok.
It gives me so much assurance and rejoice about my personality when a cat is comfortable in the presence of a dog person like me. Being a dog person my entire life, I realized that I feel great about myself when knowing I am able to make a kitty ball happy with my presence. This I realized suddenly while cat-sitting for my friend for the weekend. All animals are just so precious, please love all the woofs and meows.
All photo credits to the rightful owners. Bbs I love you. Here we go
Suho: /happy grandpa mode/
Xiumin: Is this snow? omg this my my thang /brotherhood and glee and stuff/
Kai: Halp
D.O: Are you scaring my Nini? /plots murder, must bomb confetti universe, claps slowly at plan success rate/
Baekhyun: Ew no I didn’t sign up for this, omma
Sehun: Not my hair. It’s newly dyed for the sole purpose of giving every L severe and traumatic breakdown not to mention insomnia and in some cases a heart failure pls
Chen: Bruh, shit just got real
Chanyeol: YAY OMFG YAY THIS IS WHO I AM I HAVE FOUND MY PURPOSE
“I’ll just type in all the fancy fucking words I know. Abattoir, gelatin, buttock.”
“Nothing is coming to me, turkey on a dick, I should start throwing things to prove a point.”
“Might as well slam pens against my books to refurbish myself. Wow a nice fucking beat.”
“Should take my glasses off and sigh as exasperatedly as I possibly can to remind myself that school, assignments and deadlines are a series of shitfests and my professor is a fucking virgin.���
“Must gaze deeply into oblivion because I am potentially fucked.“
And then, on weekends we getting some dick boiii we’re finally rejoicing.
The drive home from a concert where you’re tired but you’re so happy to have witnessed something so great so you just sit there engrossed in memories from the show reblog if u agree