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it pisses me off how he can just walk around being this pretty

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this is so clean up in aisle my pants coded

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Idk if I want him or Diane more- #bisexual

GODDAMN. THEY ARE ONE FINE ASS COUPLE.

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GODDAMN. THEY ARE ONE FINE ASS COUPLE.

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the reaction picture has me deceased

Nothing appropriate to say.

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pat pat

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FUCKKKK

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Chan and Seungmin + Weekly 99 Music.

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His ear always peaking out is my favourite thing ever.

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he’s so fine

HELLOOO??? This man’s face card is absolutely sickening.

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daryl dixon s4

I’m so incredibly soft for daryl in season 4 for some reason like yall it’s just something about that autistic man.

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daryl feeding judith for the first time

idk what it is about this scene that gives me butterflies. I think it's just because whenever I see men being sweet and caring with children it makes my heart go all over the place. especially when he's like "you like that sweetheart?" PLEASE. I cant afford children and I'm too young. that's his baby. 😭🤍 I think it's because Daryl knows children and babies are so innocent.

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"are you ok with mutuals dming?" my mutuals can keep me as their pet if they want

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I need him inside me in every possible way.

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saw this earlier and TWEAKED so i thought it should be here

everything about this picture is just so 😭😭

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Daryl prison era has me in a chokehold

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⋆˚꩜｡ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆

the brilliant, shimmering girl with laughter like champagne bubbles and sweaters that cost more than everything he owns put together.

he’d watch her from the corner of the cafeteria, from the back row in class. he’d see her shining in every hallway, too far away to touch, too perfect to ever be his.

he’d sketch her sometimes. on napkins, in the margins of his battered notebook. little pieces of her he collects and keeps like secret treasures.

he’d never speak to her—not once.

he knows he doesn’t belong in her world. he doesn’t even belong in this college. she’s all summer parties and shining futures; he’s back-alley fights and half-empty bottles at home.

so he’d stay quiet. watching. loving her in secret.

she’d never know his name, but he’d remember hers in his chest like a small, flickering light—something warm to hold onto when everything else feels cold.