bom bom bom my heart

The various stages of a verified blackjack Park Chanyeol reacting to 2ne1 disbandment news today

*sees news on his phone*

*leans on wall for support*

*shook af*

*loses hope in the world*

*gets reply text from bom*

“GUYS IT’S OK SHE SAYS SHE’S HAPPY TO BE OUT OF THE YG DUNGEON SHE’S GOING TO COME BACK HOME TO US SOON”

bom perfumes of my heart 

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide here they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams!

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of my heart beating.

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of you heart beating. 

It was the first day of October. I was wearing my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s? The one with a double knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said you made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean.

You promised to love me forever that night..
and boy did you ever!

It was the first day of December this time. I was wearing my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s? The one with a double knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said you made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean.

I told you I was three weeks late.
You said it was fate.

You promised to love me forever that night..
and boy did you ever!

It was the first day of May. I was wearing my blue sweater, although this time the double stitched hem was worn and the strength of each thread tested as they were pulled tight against my growing belly. You know the one. The same one I bought at Dillard’s? The one with holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves? It was made the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean.

The same sweater you ripped off of my body as you shoved me to the floor,
calling me a whore, 
telling me you didn’t love me anymore. 

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of my heart beating.

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of your heart beating.

*silence*
Do you hear that?
Of course you don’t.
That’s the silence of my womb.
Because you
RIPPED
OFF
MY 
SWEATER.

—  Blue Sweater, Colleen Hoover