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Three Minutes

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He’s waiting for me under the bridge. Dirty yellow light spills out of the street, washing over the ripple of the clogged stream, and I can see his dark figure in the shadows. He doesn’t look the way I expected him to, the way I thought he would. No trench coat, no hoodie, no cap pulled down over his eyes. Only an old coat and a turned up collar. And the darkness. The darkness, to hide his face, to hide his eyes. From me, maybe. Or from someone else.
Whoever else might be watching for us.
He doesn’t talk much, only counts the money I give him. Thirty, forty, fifty. All the money I had from this week’s paycheck. It’s expensive, and foolish, but I can’t help myself. I’m addicted. I can’t stop now. Not anymore.
The books are in my hand a second later, and he’s gone. Back into the underworld he emerged from. And I have my stories.


Finished the shit-comic from this sketchdump because I still think it’s funny. :3c

Darling, just hold on ♡ 

Darling, I hope that you’ll meet someone who always knew what you deserve. From the things you wanted to feel to the words you needed to hear. I hope you will meet someone who will not mock you—laugh at you when you started blurting out all the crazy things that touched your heart. Someone who will not walk away from you when you started telling them about all the precious things—that runs through your mind. I hope you will meet someone who will not only promise you to stay, but also do everything just to keep you with them. I hope you will meet someone who will embrace every little piece of you. Someone who understands your passion and supports you in loving it . And if you meet that someone, I hope that there will be mutual feelings between the two of you. That even if you are the moon and he is the sun, both of you will always remember that you always light each other’s life. That when you get tired, he will always be there to lift you up—and the same thing as for you to him. I hope you will find someone who will make you feel all the best things you deserve to experience. Because like other people in this world, you deserve to be genuinely happy, even if you thought that you will never be.
—  ma.c.a // Sunlight and Moonlight, Makes a Day
I think my problem was - I’ve always had this idea of what love was like, you know? I was so scared to fall in love because I thought I would only get hurt in the end. I guess I just never believed in happy ever afters. I thought love was biting your tongue and nodding your head and being who they wanted you to be. But god, then I met him and suddenly I felt like I could breathe again. He told me he loved me and I told him the same and I knew we both meant it. I knew it because I wasn’t afraid to dance in front of him. I knew it because anywhere felt like home if I was with him. Because hearing his laugh made me feel like I was walking on water. Because my hand felt empty without his. I knew it because I believed love felt like being in a cage. But then he loved me, and it felt like freedom.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #3

‘Why did you fall for him?’
I’ve never been able to answer this question and I wonder if I ever will be. The only thing I know is that I spent years not knowing him and one day he just was there.
I still remember him, just sitting there on a wooden picnic table, I still remember him looking up at me, I still remember the look in his eyes, I still remember the feeling I had. Both were pure, clean because nothing had happened yet.
There we were on that chilly spring morning, not yet knowing how we would change each other’s lives.

'Why do you still love him?’
How will I ever be able to answer? I just do. He’s such a big part of my life, I can’t imagine it without him. No, there hasn’t been an easy moment ever since I met him and yes, at times it hurts, a lot.
But I guess I just live for him, for the signature grins I get from him, for the way he calls my name, for the sparkle in his eyes when I make him laugh. For the way he can still make me stutter after 5 years and for the princess-like feeling he can give me.

I know everyone tells me to let him go. And I get why. Perhaps I could let him go if I only met him a few months ago, but he has marked too many memories, predominated too many years. He’s the only thing in my life that never changes.

—  Confessions
I wonder if boys know about the girls crying in their beds, tears leaking from their eyes as they replay all of those memories. Do boys know that their words mean so much more than letters strewn together to express careless thoughts? Every teenage girl knows what it’s like to feel that first heartbreak. The butterflies become uneasiness. The flutters become heavy and slowed. The smiles become sobs. All for a boy. A boy who sees other girls just like he sees her. He’s not different, darling. At least not yet. No one’s taught him how to love you right.
—  teenage girl
This is how I’d fallen out of love of him:

I didn’t. It just that one day I woke up, and I just.. I just didn’t feel anything for him. Not love, not like, not hate, nor anger, not even sadness or disappointment, just.. nothing. Like my heart entered a sudden oblivion, and it just forgot. It forgot to remember to care for him or to think of him, and in a blink of an eye, everything about him, every feelings I associated with him is erased, and he didn’t matter anymore. Like he never really mattered at all.

And I’m okay with it. I mean, it’s a lot like looking at a blank grey canvas, what do you suppose to feel about it? Nothing, right? Nothing and just okay.
—  cynthia go // This is how I’d fallen out of love with him // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #33
I never believe that it was already too late.” he said. “Not until I saw how—your eyes shine just by staring at him. The way you show him your warmest smile and how you continuously bloom every time he’s around. That for you, he seems to be like water to a drained fountain. Like helium to an inflated balloon. Like fire to an unlit cigarette. I never believe that I was already beyond reaching you. And I just realized that I can no longer pull you back to the way we were used to.
—  ma.c.a // Losing Grip
If he loves you, he will make the effort.
—  relationships aren’t always 50/50. There are times when you will get up & feel like giving 10%. Then your partner has to give the remaining 90%. But there must always be 100% love.
dear myself, note this;
you shouldn’t feel sad on times when he doesn’t call
or times when the conversation runs out of topic and finally comes to an end,
you shouldn’t feel so miserable on times when his name doesn’t pop up in your phone anymore even though he himself still pops up in your head 24/7,
you shouldn’t feel sorrowful on times when you look at him
but he’s not looking at you first like he used to do,
are you happy when you see a rainbow?
do you feel sad when it is finally gone?
have you ever assumed it as yours?
—  f.f
Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

I think when someone leaves
We want to paint them as the bad guy

We are so focused on what they did
Until I looked at what I did

I made him feel bad for everything
He felt like he wasn’t good enough
for me

I think you get so caught up in them
They handle all your bad moods
And you think they’ll never leave

Until they do

And you realize too late
That you had a big part in it too

—  Chapters from my life
Zim +Friendship with DIb (IZ Discussion/Theory)

Zim is one of those characters whom comes off as either self centered or as stated in the series multiple times, a defective. Even his older self in one of the comic issues came off as such:

Now, too me I don’t think ZIM is an entirely ‘evil’ character as perceived, but he is definitely a force to be recognized and when pissed off can be your worst nightmare. He becomes destructive and more or less, borderline homicidal when angered:

A funny thing I noticed was, ZIM actually noticed his future self was taller. If you don’t know, in the series ZIM has always wanted to be respected by the Tallests or even have a sort of higher authority. Yet, when he finds out that there was only heals, the expression he has is rather..Interesting
According to Wally Wingert during an interview with a fan he stated that the Tallests were going to later be revealed as just normal sized Irkens whom wore exo-skeletons to show make them seem taller. 
Just a little insight into this panel, it may have something to show more about Irken societal views:

Still, in the long run and even grown up, ZIM still longs for the recognition he wanted and ended up getting it. What he’s longed for all along has been recognition and being noticed by anyone of his society especially his leaders. And the quote “We didn’t think you could pull it off.” just goes to show how poor ZIM is viewed by his people. Now, I should note he is not completely hated by all Irkens and does have Skoodge as a sort of childhood ‘buddy’: 

This is another small thing I kind of wanted to bring up, ZIM’s self doubt. This isn’t really brought up in other discussions but I think it’s extremely important to his character. Especially since his older self is calling him stupid in the panel, grant it could just be for petty fighting I still think it sheds a little more into the character. The main point here is his, “My plan was stupid. But it’s smart.” argument:

Next, is his relationship with Dib & Earth in general. I don’t think ZIM hates Dib at all, just my opinion however. I believe it’s an unusual friendship that both sides will probably never admit too. ZIM actually saves Dib in one of the recent issues. They both seem too understand one another too the point where even if ZIM is flubbering out nonsense, Dib understands:

Not to mention Dib and ZIM are the only characters (besides the Tallests) seen spending a lot of time together:

Now, another thing I saw was the fact that these two agreed. ZIM actually agreed with Dib on how ridiculous the aliens were. And it even shows that ZIM has a small affection for Earth by questioning, “Why are all other aliens that come here so stupid?” (ZIM despite the many antics, is an impressive engineer and builder. Don’t forget he was a scientist temporarily before Miyuki was suddenly killed by a monster HE invented.):

On another note, I thought this was interesting most of all. Dib points at Earth in the panel, meanwhile looking at ZIM. He said “/We’re/ back home! Where /we/ started!” 
Too me this is a small indication that Dib considers ZIM a part of Earth in a way. Probably since he’s been there for a long time. He refers to Earth as ZIM’s home also. ZIM has saved the Earth numerous amounts of times during the series and now in the comics. Dib, a native to Earth and human being, considered ZIM to live on Earth. This is a HUGE development if Dib really believes this:

More than anything, I think ZIM just wants a true friend (Cough, DIB, GAZ, SKOODGE, GIR, MINIMOOSE.) I mean, look how happy the poor fellow looks in this panel. He thought he was riding with another alien friend:

And the biggest reveal of all, ZIM opening up about himself to Dib (in disguise). This is probably overlooked (This came from a Tumblr post, I searched everywhere to find the actual comic panel.) by many people. ZIM has never really opened up very much about his emotional state. 
“I come out here when I want to be alone..” 
It just goes to show that you really can’t doubt ZIM. He IS an emotional character and DOES have feelings. Even if they rarely show, much like this panel, it shows the reader that ZIM does have extreme doubts about himself. 
“And just think about what it all means.”
I interpret this as him not knowing where he stands in life. He’s tried for years to find his place. This galaxy means probably, mind the unintended pun, the world too him and he hasn’t destroyed it because it might just be one of the only true things that makes ZIM happy and realizing that there’s small things in life that can make him truly feel happy. Where he can’t be judged. Where he can be himself and where he can think about himself. 

Thank you for reading! I’ve been wanting too make this post for quite a while now! I definitely want to hear what others think on this. This was just my contribution to ZIM’s character analysis.

Someone called me “baby” today.

I thought about how I eat through apple cores, how my soles are rough from using my feet to climb and run, how I dig with my fingers in the soil, clean things with bleach, spread my body out and feel good about it, expel all my breath and sit with my eyes open underwater.

How I drink poison, how I like chemicals and carefully calibrated equipment, how I don’t wish I was quiet or mysterious anymore.

And he called me “baby.”

On a scale from 1 to 10, I wish someone would say I’m an 11.
And those numbers feel like more than just numbers.
Please tell me, who are you to give me more insecurities?
And please tell me, who are you to talk about all the different possibilities?
I’m stuck wondering how to over work myself to not be myself.
While thinking of ways to make myself something better, anything else.
I wish you knew we women are more than just our appearances and features.
I wish you knew that we can be fighters or lovers or maybe even teachers.
Bless my father, for he always told me I was priceless.
That somehow I’m worth than 1,000 diamonds and nothing less.
But when you rate me, those numbers feel like more than just numbers.
And every word you say, strips me deep into gray, away from my bright colors.
As you also strip away all the confidence that I built inside lovers.
—  Written by lexorina  © 

I kissed a boy once.
No twice.
Wait, three times.
I just wanted to feel special.
He wanted to feel cool.

Few months after everyone knew;
It was dug up like a skeleton in a graveyard.
His name was chanted in my ears.
I’ve hated him since.

I screamed at my father once.
No twice.
Wait, I stopped counting.
I just wanted to feel something.
He wanted to feel nothing.

Few minutes after he threatened to leave;
The bullet missed me.
Do what you want father,
But stop commenting on how ill my mind has become.

I cried once.
No twice.
No more than twice this month.
My pain has been silenced and lives within my body instead of streaming out.

I think that’s why everything hurts more;
That pain refuses to leave.
I think I’ve been numbed.
Then again, nothing would hurt if I were.

I trusted once.
No twice.
Maybe more.
But why should I trust when everyone’s here to protect themselves?

Everyone needs to get out of things alive;
They don’t take anyone to safety with them.
There’s no one to trust.
Not even yourself.

—  whiskey
The tide was tied around his feet when she choked those fatal words into sound.
“I want you to make me a promise.”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you won’t stop loving me.”
He looked her in the eyes and recited those words like one might recite a prayer, because God knew, right then, right there, he meant those words with every inch of his soul.
But things change. Promises are made to be broken.
—  #185- excerpts from the book I’ll never write
BTS Reaction to them meeting your former friend with benefits

A/N: Thank you to who requested this! I hope you enjoy! I’ll be going on Spring Break this coming week, which means my aunt and poppa are taking me on a trip with them. Due to this, I won’t have as much time as I would like to be on here and my Wattpad (shameless plug, go check it out at sevenpabosandafan if you haven’t already). I’ll try to get a lot of requests done and put them in the queue so you guys can have things to look forward to and read over the week. ~Admin Unnie


Since he’s very traditional, he probably would’ve been slightly upset when you told him that you used to have a friend with benefits, as he would have wanted to be your first. When he actually met them, he would probably get slightly jealous and protective, mainly out of feeling insecure, especially if you guys hadn’t gotten to that stage in your relationship.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

(when I was looking through the Jin gifs on Tumblr, I came across Taehyung’s moment from MAMA and nearly died all over again)


Outwardly, he wouldn’t care at all. He would be like “people have sex, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re not doing it while you’re with me”. On the inside, he would be really pouty and would probably need lots of cuddles when you got home, even though he would act like he didn’t.

Originally posted by j-ngk--k


Since he’s already had someone break up with him for someone else, he would get insecure after hearing you’d had a friends with benefits relationship in the past. When he actually met the person, his insecurities would overcome him, and he would be very quiet for a long time until you assured him that you weren’t going to leave him to go back to the person.

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

^^you’re Yoongi while trying to comfort him


He would initiate something when y’all go back home under the pretense of “proving who’s better”, but truly, he’s doing it to assure himself that he is satisfying you enough and that he doesn’t have to worry about you not thinking he’s good enough

Originally posted by syubto


This boy would be so passive aggressive the entire time. He would have the same look on his face that he had during Hello Counselor and the dance battle during AHL with that one jerk dude (y’all know which one I’m talking about). Afterwards he would play it off like he wasn’t jealous, and that he was being nice. It’d be better just to let it go, because Lord knows if you argued that you knew that he was jealous, this boy would not give up in trying to convince you he wasn’t

Originally posted by vminv


Let’s be honest, this boy is the king of making friends, so that’s exactly what he would do. In fact, you would probably drag him away out of embarrassment because he would start swapping bedroom tales with the person.

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

^^you’re Yoongi as Taehyung is trying to break the silent treatment you have given him


When you first mentioned your friends with benefits relationship in the past, it didn’t phase him. He acted all cocky, like, “I’m better though, obviously.” He would probably turn it into an occasional bedroom thing, asking if your fwb had made you felt that good. When he actually met the person, he would get shy and flustered and forget how to life

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

If EXO had Tumblr accounts
  • MinnieCoffe: Awesome pics and re-blogs of aesthetic hipster pictures. Coffee all over his dashboard!
  • ByunBBFabolous: Trying to disguise himself to check what the fandom has to say. Probably would be trolling us all and maybe even have a fan account just for the lolz.
  • ImLayUnicornAndYou: Motivational quotes, probably posting something every five months
  • BlowitLikeAFlue: If there's someone who knows the dark side of this site, that's LuLu
  • DancingMAMAMAMAchine: Uploading videos of him dancing and looking at all the dancing trends
  • DoKyungsoo12: This tumblr has no posts. (He's just watching... watching us all...)
  • KrisWu88Galaxy: "This is my fanfan galaxy account. Please follow if you love galaxies and chicken just like I do"
  • Real_PCY: (Yes he would use that in every one of his accounts) Disclaimer: This is an only ChanBaek account, if you don't like it feel free to leave.
  • ChenChenHighnotes: This is the account you go to read at night and just smile because he replies to each and every one of the fandom's asks... always a sweetie.
  • MrOhSehun: Definitely have an aesthetics/grunge/alternative/travelling tumblr. Like... that's what tumblr is for right? xD
  • GucciIsSoTAO: Nothing like a fashion blog from the panda of the group. (More like a Gucci fan account blog)
  • ImtheirleaderSuho: "Dear Diary... today the boys finally listened to me and went to bed... It's so quiet right now it kinda feels they are not home.... oh.. wait... THESE CHILDREN!"