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writing sucks because after i share what i wrote i wanna be like "hey did u notice this technique i used? did you notice the repetition here? let me write you an analysis on my own work."

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JUNGKOOK (Run BTS)’ Dance Practice

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i’ve seen multiple gifsets now cut off with a “view post” button under the first two gifs instead of showing the whole set….

this is not good news for gifmakers.

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#yes Sir, you’re so fiiineeeeee 😍

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yoongi said the members keep saying the fact it’s so fascinating that yoongi was dancing even though they’ve been dancing together for the past 10 years 😆 (trans. cr. eternalhyyh and BTStranslation_)

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jungkook saying “SO WHAT” to those people who don’t like him ( ᵕᴗᵕ ) (trans. JJK_Times)

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TUESDAY AGAIN NO PROBLEM

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If I don’t recieve validation every 24 hours I turn back into a pile of dust

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hello! it’s me again with another very personal rant because evidently, i cannot let go of this shit unless i’m screaming into the void, unapologetically, unfiltered.

i forget how to do the read-more on mobile so sorry, guess youll just see this word dump on your dash — not that anyone is still alive and follows me here to even care:) [edited thereafter to say i added the read more:)] i like venting on my twitter and ig but it’s still some semblance of filtered cause i know they’ll see it or i dont feel like airing out my dirty laundry for people to see even though i do it quite frequently already. its kinda like ~welcome to my personal hell~ except that makes me cringe so here it goes on my tumblr that has been with me since 2012! i think.

to ****. dear ****.

**** (who shall now be referred to as cloud), i hate that i still fucking love you. i still do! goddamn! fuck!!! why? why why why why why. if you texted me today, tomorrow, a week from now, months from now, “hey, i wanna try this,” i would jump on that chance. 

and i hate that i would. 

i hate that no matter how much im telling myself that i hate you (well i dont actually hate you, i couldnt ever hate you. its complex, how i feel about you right now. i don’t hate you but im trying to convince myself that im better off without you. and to do that, it has to be because i dont want you anymore. i dont want you anymore cause i hate you.) i would go to you in an instant.

i just miss you. i fucking miss you, man, alright? i miss talking to you!! having conversations with you!! not this half ass shit where we send like two or three snaps and call it a day. i miss hanging out with you. we’re not even friends anymore. we’re basically strangers at this point. are you telling me you don’t miss me the same way i miss you? cuz i miss you a whole fucking lot. 

i miss what we used to be. 

how could you say all that shit and then act like it never happened? how could you say that to me? call me your twin flame? say all that sweet shit? how could you not KNOW that we’d have to be long distance? why even string me along then? cuz before we confessed, i thought about it. it’s a part of the reason why i never pursued anything cause i thought you wouldn’t want to do a long distance relationship.

but you said we could try. we could take it slow. but it ended before it even started. why even get my hopes up? why start something you knew you couldnt even handle? things don’t stay the same forever. i would have moved to be with you. we could have been something great. 

i dunno.

i felt like we were meant to be. meant to meet. meant to be something. meant to be together. i don’t think we met by accident. how could we? you’re like... a million miles away. what are the odds that we’re so fricking similar? what are the odds that we gravitated to each other right away? youve liked me since jan. 15th. when we started to play minecraft. you bought me minecraft. asked me to be your neighbor. 

it was so obvious to everyone that we liked each other. we were basically dating. we might as well have been. 

was it nice? did it feel good to play with my heart? did you enjoy having your ego boosted? did you like feeling wanted for a while? go fuck on tinder if you want to do that shit. not me. 

everytime i see you, see your name on my phone, everytime i talk to you, it just sends me into anxiety. i think of you. all the time. i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time. i wonder if you feel the same way? i wonder if you feel like you fumbled the bag with a cute girl. remember how you said that? 

distance sucks, but how can you expect the one to be five miles from your house? i dont think that i could be the one, but what if i was? it is a risk to love. what if it doesn’t work out? ah, but what if it does. take those fucking risks man. life sucks when you don’t take risks. i was willing to take the risk for you. why wouldn’t you for me? did you mean anything you said? anything at all?

fuck lmfao.

i hope it hurts when you think about me. i hope your heart aches at the mention of my name. i hope you see things that remind you of me. i hope you come to regret this. i hope you wake up and realize you missed out. i hope you get sad when you see me and think, “cant believe she’s moved on already.” 

im not going to wait for you. i wont wait for you.

sure you could find better, you could find prettier. but she won’t be me. she won’t have what we had. and dammit, if what we had wasn’t special. you felt it. im sure you did. 

i still really fucking like you, cloud. goddammit, i do. id be lying to myself if i said i didnt. 

we wanted each other. 

but.

i hope i can eventually look at you, hear your name, your voice, and not feel anxious, not feel sad, not feel angry. not feel anything. just some dude. i hope i dont get sad when i think about you. i hope thinking about you doesnt bring me such a visceral reaction anymore. i hope i can move on.

i can and i will. ive done it before.

i just dont know why this one is a little harder. maybe its the fact that i felt like you were different. i felt like maybe... you were end game? possibly. i don’t think you are or know that you are, but i know theres a possibility you might be. and ive never felt that way about anyone else before. you were different. things felt different. i wanted you to be different.

one day, ill stop getting disappointed when i see you left me on read. one day ill stop caring about what you think or how you feel about me. one day i wont have to react to any part of you. you can just exist. 

and maybe one day, our paths will converge once more. and maybe things will be different. maybe the universe will let us be together. maybe.

the one thing, if nothing else, i hope i stay special in your heart. i hope you will always hold these feelings for me, maybe not actively, but dormant. waiting for the day that the embers will relight itself. and you’ll feel the same way the first time you thought you loved me. thats the one thing, i think, that i really want. even if we don’t converge ever again.

cause i know you’ll hold that space in my heart. not like anyone else. cause you were different. i could feel it in my jellies. you were different.

ill let you go. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. but i will let you go. soon. and whatever happens to us, happens. i wont let it spoil my milk if it doesnt happen the way i wanted it to. and thats okay. because i know its not my loss. its definitely yours. 

only the future knows what will happen to us. only time will tell. i hope we do end up together. but for now, disrespectfully, enjoy your L.

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Wonder Woman was a great movie for equal opportunity eye candy.

Straight guys and gay girls can enjoy gal gadot in armor.

Gay guys and straight girls can enjoy a mostly naked Chris pine

Bi/pan people get to enjoy both

And if you’re ace like me, well. She threw a tank with her bare hands, and that’s as good as it gets