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JINTRO WAS SO GOOD I’M GONNA CRY

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I got no eyes So I drew them on

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My broke self gotta try something

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This is literally the entire game in a nutshell

V: this year, I lost my beloved fiancée, Rika.

Rika: *at the background* STOP TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD!

V: Sometimes I can still hear her voice.

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WAIT ZEFFRON WASN’T SINGING

Welp there goes my childhood

Seungmin: My life has just kinda gone downhill since the day I found out that it wasn’t actually Zac Efron singing in High School Musical

Woojin: Same

Jisung: THE FUCK YOU MEAN IT WASN’T ZAC EFRON SINGING

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My dad bought me this thinking it’s from South Korea because he thinks I’m obsessed with the country. Turns out Florida is the new South Korea

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My Dad The Genius

So my dad was trying to convince me that he is smarter than Albert Einstein the conversation went like this

Me: His IQ was 160 what is yours

Dad: What only that mine is 200

Me: Really then what did you do to measure this?

Dad: I asked myself some questions for example What colour is the grass? What colour is the sky? How does grass grow?

Me: Well how does grass grow?

Dad: It grows High unless you cut it then it is low

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Form voltron

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MY TWO FAVOURITE THINGS BTS AND HARRY POTTER IN ONE PICTURE

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LOOK AT THIS HAPPY MOCHI

♡

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Can someone please make this a thing

I mean I would but it’s too much effort

I have the coolest idea ever. I want to make artistic, reusable slide-on book covers for people who don’t want to show off what they’re reading in public.

I want to call them SHAME SHAMS. Like pillow shams? For your reading shame?

I know what you’re thinking: that’s brilliant.

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MY CHILD ❤️

too cute

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Holy mother of Cheese kill me now

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I think that I have died and descended to hell

© SUGA FLOW

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HOLY CRAP I LOVE THIS

180513 Jimin’s Tweet

오늘 기다려주셔서 와주셔서 응원해주셔서 힘나게 해주셔서 너무 고마워요 정말 많이 보고싶었어요 우리 컴백 많이 기대해주세요 #JIMIN #꾹🐾

Thank you so much for waiting, coming, cheering us on and giving us strength today. I really missed you all Please look forward to our comeback #JIMIN #Kkook🐾

Trans cr: Kylie @ allforbts © Please take credit when taking out 

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Stop and think before you do anything ask yourself if it is worth it

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

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He is just the most perfect being on earth

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