Our pink baby is back with his ever supportive family. 😊 Dear fellow ELF, i think it’s time not to sleep on this man who has been working hard for this, even getting his feelings hurt yet he chose ignore it and move on. For international ELF like me, let us support him by streaming his music video, or listening to it on official streaming sites.🎼💕💞💟
It’s been so long since my last post. ELF gets hurt too whenever their bias got hurt😭. I’ll post whenever I can.🥰
This needs to be said and I’m tagging everyone on this because its more than Jonghyun
According to a Dispatch interview with a close friend of Jonghyun, he died feeling like a failure and that he couldn’t live up to expectations. Can we please stop putting these idols on pedestals so high that the moment they don’t do as well, they feel like they will plummet into nothing? I would rather have my favorite groups announce they were never going release music again if it meant that they could focus on themselves and live happy lives. At the end of the day, I don’t need a new album. I don’t need a world tour. But what I do need is for my faves to get physical and mental rest. And to know that sales and views dont matter. What does matter, at least to me, is their happiness, them knowing their worth, and that they are enough. Jonghyun didn’t deserve to feel like he wasn’t enough, and no other idol should.
I am addicted to this song. It’s called Secret Love Song. The tune is so beautiful and the lyrics fitted Eunhae so well. This video is so beautiful, I am smiling like an idiot at their sweetness.
The thing is even when we write alot, it never really gets off our chest,it's still there, the stinging pain that we can't make it out into words ,words are never enough to express one feeling
9:20 pm
I see no reason to keep going except that I’ll hurt my friends and family if I kill myself. It’s funny really. I’m only alive because I’m still thinking of others instead of trying to live for myself. This life I have is beautiful I keep telling myself. Sometimes I can pretend I’m happy. I can fool myself into thinking that I want to live and not just exist. But every night when all lights are out when even the moon is not there to offer solace, I find myself wishing to reach out to someone else’s hands and try to ground myself with the stability of their warmth. Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs because I can’t tell anyone what’s bothering me, and yet my friends come to me when they struggle with their lives. I always pushed aside my problems to be there for them but sometimes I just want to be a girl who needs a bestfriend who will listen, who will stay by my side. Sometimes I just need to not be the strong girl that’s always willing to listen. Sometimes I just want to be the girl who needs help from others the most. Who craves being embraced because that’s the only physical contact that really brings comfort instead of making me uncomfortable. Sometimes I just need someone who will take my mind off my problems even if it’s just for a little while. Sometimes I just need someone who knows something’s wrong with me when I message them I’m fine. Sometimes I just need someone to ask how I’m doing instead of me asking about their well being all the time but they never seem to care if I’m dying as long as I still listen to their problems. I know that’s not the case but sometimes when self doubt strikes I can’t help but feel as if I’m just a pretty thing they keep by their side to make them feel better about themselves because I never wanted anyone to feel the emptiness I feel inside. I struggle at times to remember why I even cared for anyone. It scares me how easily I could detach myself from a situation to deal with my friends’ problems. Stop feeling anything to make sure I can help them. When I can’t take it anymore I read tons of angst fanfics to make myself cry because I can’t cry on my own. I can’t shed tears for myself so I used literature to help me. Help me in making sure I won’t become a monster or worse. Most of the time though I write. I write as if I could simply wish for this emptiness to disappear just as easily I can erase the words I type. Maybe I’m not making sense now. I just can’t stop the words once it flow because I only allow them to run loose once in a while. They are always lost in the blackhole that is my chest or the abyss that is my mind or maybe it’s the other way around, maybe it’s my chest that is the abyss and my mind is the blackhole. I can’t remember the difference. These words didn’t even make sense. Huh I really suck at this. I suck at doing the only thing I’m proud of. Stop. Don’t. Please. I just want to make it stop. Will it stop if I write enough words?
LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY GOT WHEN THEY WERE CHOSEN AS ROOMMATES.. FLOORMATES.. I’m not entirely sure but their rooms are connected in some way. Doesn’t matter, we got an almost hug (just hug god dang it)
They’re actually so cute. Also Chen’s face, he looks like he’s having it but not at the same time XD
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