Please, never smoke. Never even start smoking, if you are lucky enough to possess a pair of untouched, perfectly pink lungs.
It plagues you. When you’re a smoker, being outside isn’t enjoying nature; it’s an opportunity to smoke. Driving isn’t an escape; it’s getting in your car and always traveling to the same destination: reaching for your pack. It’s a social crutch and a motivational handicap.
And once you quit, it doesn’t go away. I’ve been almost completely smoke free for five years now, one year longer than I was a smoker, and I still crave a cigarette. Every day, I still crave a cigarette.
You only look cool smoking in your early 20s. After that, everyone judges you for not quitting once you graduated college. I’m serious, don’t romanticize this harmful habit; it’s unhealthy, and dangerous, and easy to avoid.
Because it’s hard being your own person when everyone always expects the worse of you. It’s not like Percy wants to have a horrible reputation or only be seen as the ruthless and heartless son of a mob boss. He’s a good boy, really, and it’s frustrating that no one will give him the chance to show it….
I had too much banana milk and I saw this amazing picture of this 80s guy wearing a shirt with this text and holding a cockatoo and all I could think of was maglor… in whatever universe, to me, maglor would be this… the luxury chemise guy
Please read this post first! This is Saeyoung’s part to an MC with abandonment issues. -Green
-so you know when he totally is rude to you and avoids you??
-not good. not good stuff for you WOW
-wrong decision, B U DD Y
-when he tells you to sort out your emotions and leaves the apartment, assumingly just out in the hallway, you do sort your emotions
-by that, i mean absolutely bawling your eyes out,jumping out the broken window and running away from the apartment.
-you couldn’t handle that toxic environment. everything about it just screamed at you to get out. get out. he doesn’t love you, he will never love you, so why did you think you had a chance? why did you think you could fix him?
-he wasn’t the one that needed fixing. it was you. it was always you. everyone just ended up leaving you and you don’t know why. it’s all your fault.
-you don’t know how far you are from the apartment, but from how long you’ve been running and how much your legs burn you think you’re far enough
-you call Jumin next, without thinking about it too much, and you have him send a driver your way.
-Jumin will be able to keep you away from Seven, right? right?
-you’re praying that he will, as you enter his penthouse and literally fall in Jumin’s arms and sob.
-he has no idea what to do other than awkwardly pat you on the back and then show you to your room (once your done crying, that is. he isn’t that cold guys)
-it’s the middle of the night when you hear the banging on Jumin’s front door. It must be around 2 in the morning.
-You walk out of your room and you find Seven and Jumin fighting
-and you just feel. awful. Seeing Seven. Seeing him fight Jumin. The loud noise, the yelling, the tugging tired feeling you had. It felt awful.
-w h a t is that a panic attack? no way
-yes way wow you couldn’t breathe
-you couldn’t breathe
-you’re screaming out Jumin’s name, or at least you think so, you can’t tell. You’re just yelling and hope he’ll help you and hope that Seven will just leave you alone. You don’t want to be around someone who doesn’t want you
-someone is holding you in their arms, and you sink into them, listening to their voice that’s basically covered in fog and is useless to your plugged ears but you somehow are listening and breathing right again.
-you pull back, and you see it’s Seven, and you freak out.
-you start pulling away and pushing, yelling at him to let you go
-why won’t he just let you go? He did so easily before!
-Jumin, oh god Jumin, pulls him away and you immediately search for comfort in his arms
-this time he doesn’t awkwardly pat you like before, but wraps a strong arm around you, and you can hear him talking to Seven but you don’t pay attention.
-you just want to be away from Seven, but at the same time all you want is instead of hugging Jumin so tightly, for it to be Seven. You just want Seven to love you like you loved him, you just wanted to be safe with him and have him be safe with you.
-was it really too much to ask? were you just that unlovable that everyone you got close to felt the need to get away from you? were you that disgusting?
-you didn’t know that you were actually saying this all out loud and he was listening to you. By the time you realized, you didn’t care. He doesn’t care anyway. And if he felt guilty, good, he deserved it. You knew that much
- “____?” Seven’s taking a step closer and you flinch, pushing your face deeper into Jumin. “____, please, please talk to me. I… I can’t do this without you. I am so, so sorry. I am so sorry. Please… please look at me.”
-when you do, Seven’s in tears, and he looks… just as broken as you are if not more.
-no words are really said, but his hand is in yours, and you stand there awhile just like that, while you still hold desperately to Jumin.
-slowly, slowly, your tight fist loosens and Jumin can step back, and you can step forward
- “Am I so unlovable? What did I do, Saeyoung? What did I do to make you push me away?”
-when did this get so dramatic wow
-Saeyoung grips onto your hand, and he’s looking you straight in the eye and admits all his issues. His problems with accepting you, his abuse, his doubt, his depression. He says it all and he doesn’t even care if Jumin can hear because “I just need you. I need you with me. I can’t do anything without you. I need you at home, at the apartment with me, by my side as I figure myself out. I just.. God, I need you.”
-It hurts. It hurts a lot but you’re so filled with hope at the moment that you let him take you back to the apartment
That guy, I’m standing right behind him and I’m holding the frying pan. But I can’t move. He shoots you, and then he turns and looks straight at me. He’s gonna kill me. I can’t make it stop. It’s never gonna stop.