[170327] SEVENTEEN’s Twitter Update

[17’S] 캐럿은 사랑이야 #캐사예아 #니내내니 #시계바늘

[17′s] CARATs are love #CALPB  #BTYTMBTMTY #TheHandsOfTheClock

(T/N: The first hashtag was an acronym for CARATs Are Lovely, Pretty, and Beautiful. The second one stands for Because There’s You There’s Me, Because There’s Me There’s You)

cr: jyeoshin @ what17says
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blue night radio ♡ 170328
translation: cosmicsticks

(ending mnet) jonghyun: this week is a special week for both me and blue night. this is our last monday night together. this next song i will be playing is about an end but the greetings we share is a promised goodbye. feel sad and miss it as much as you want to and, with that state of mind, i entrust blue night to you until sunday. this has been jonghyun, please come and rest tomorrow too.

If ya think Enjolras and Grantaire haven’t added their own love lock to the Pont des Arts, you’re mistaken my friend.

And then Enjolras didn’t sleep at night because: “Grantaire what have we done? That bridge is already saturated with padlocks and they say it affects the stability of the brige! Oh my god we’ve destroyed a landmark, Grantaire! It’s oUR FAULT!”

(And then the city removed all the love locks. Enjolras could finally sleep soudly again)


TID Appreciation Week:  Favorite Ship; Jessa & Wessa

“They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.”


IG Rafinha: “😬”
Sam’s comment: “My princess, how beautiful 😍😂 @rafinhaaa93”
Rafa’s reply: “@samumtiti little grasshopper you miss me my friend! Calm down, you’ll be back soon…🖕🏾”





“Ajusshi, Who Are You?”

Ed io continuo ad illudermi che tu sia spaventato da quel che potremmo essere io e te, perché se mi fermo un attimo a pensare che probabilmente non mi hai mai amata davvero, o peggio, che non mi ami più, io non riesco a trovare un motivo per andare avanti.
È questo il guaio di amarti più di quanto sia mai riuscita ad amare me.