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“Please dont expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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i won't beg. i'm not ugly.

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“Maybe you werent the one for me, but deep down I wanted you to be.”

— Khalid

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“Dont ever think that everyone who leaves wants to.”

— Rachel Wolchin

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Going back to being delusional and pretend to have joonie as my bf bc the real one don't text me either, fuck you man lmao

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where is this frommmm???

day 485/547 until joon returns

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day 509/547 until joon returns

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learn to get off a ride that's no longer giving you the adrenaline rush you're seeking

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Hi! I just discovered your blog and im so glad I did :)))) the specialist has somehow become special to me since it reminds me of the industrial culture and even tho I hated getting up early,, i still love the chaos it was

Been awhile since I visited my writings, not sure if I'm still good at it... Felt I wasted my skills on unnecessary things... Hope I can find my muse soon... Heard BTS song again after so long, and now I'm recalling the good ol' times... Tq for the love, and I'm so sorry it has taken so long for the next part, I should have put [on hiatus]...

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I'm really sorry to hear you're going through so much. I hope you'll be able to find some peace soon. And hope you'd find friends that would help fill the space your family should be filling. 😊😊 sending warm hugs and best wishes

- 🖤

Your prayers were answered, I found friends who sheltered and warms me up so much, I melted my ice-cold heart, so to say... hope you're alright where you are too...

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hi! i hope ur doing well. 🫶🫶

At this point, me too... hope you're alright where you are... <3

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Hewwo

HIIIII

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Where are you from

Southeast Asia

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you write of yearning so well...🥹🩷

tq so much for the kind words :')

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million dollar houses | nj, yg

↳ pairing namjoon, you, yoongi

↳ genre drama, fluff, angst, romance, crime

↳ words 6.5k

↳ warnings strong language, description of murder, mentions of prostitution, findom, eloping

↳ notes this was in the wips for about two years before i muster up all courage to have it finished. to me it was the sexiest story i’ve written of namjoon because he has tattoos and whatnot, but the reason why it took as long as it did, was i lacked faith in my writings. when i find a wimp of confidence, i went on and finished it, so here it is, pls enjoy them

↳ summary weeks before the wedding, lawyer min yoongi, your fiance had met up with a client who was charged with a homicide case. seems bleak and unimportant, until you saw this handsome client whom you recognize as your ex-boyfriend with a non-violent history, namjoon. armed with a messy break-up and lingering feelings, will you choose your past with namjoon or will you go forward with yoongi?

One look in my eyes and you should know the truth.

Fumbling with his keys, Yoongi was holding the car keys in between his lips, struggling to shove the key into the keyhole of your apartment. It was not even 7AM and he is already suffering. He had at least three paper bags in one arm and coffee in another and it forced out of him a small strange groan as he managed to twist the keys to open.

“Done,” he exasperated. As if it were quite the hassle.

Upon the sounds of the door opening, you winced in bed, but not quite wanting to open your eyes though you hear him affectionately call you, “…babe, I’m home!”

A few things dropped while he walked in and the door slammed shut behind him.

“Fuck, crap,” he cursed and set the things on the table except one paper bag that he brought to you in your bedroom.

He simply pushed the door and placed the bag on the empty space of your bed and crawled on all fours with a cheeky over-energized grin plastered on his baby face. The bed dips as his weight begins to settle on it, his body heat radiates to you and it makes you frown.

“You didn’t sleep well after I told you the confirmation date, did you?”

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You've been cruel to this homeless girl. She thought you would help her build a house on this ground. But you patch up a dainty box with holes to breathe. Just enough so she won't suffocate. Once in a while you check in on her, ensuring she is still there, helplessly. Throwing some pretty words she'd believe in. Then go again.

When it rains and the box are soaked, she thought if she waited, you'd bring her to a better home. But the day came, and the box dried by the sun and harsh wind. And she sit there still, her eyes peeking through the holes where you'd usually emerge from.

And you might think she'd gather the strength to leave. But she is still there, in that sorry box with holes, clutching the empty socket of her ribs where her heart used to be, now yours. Just incase, she thought; just in case you change your mind and see her. But I don't think so.

You'll return to where the box were and she has built a house where you are denied of. Staring at you through the large windows with sorrowful eyes. A mechanical heart in place of the one you stole.