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hello these are some blogs that I enjoy seeing on my dash :3

 17hansl // akkinda-mp3 // babymngyu // badboyhansol // chowvernon // fullyloadedmac // fyhongjisoo // hansolc // hearteyehansol // hoshiiya // hoshijpg // jihoonly // pledisseventeen // qthansol // seokmins-angel // seungheol // seungquality // seungskwan // seventeentrash // shiningmingyu // stopminghao // vern-off // vernonstop // vernonsheadband // vernonshit  //  wonwoo-wow // wonwooslegs // wooziscalves // xbreathinkpopx

their blogs are perfect tbh

sea-wyvern replied to your post: me: i want to get my hair cut rly shor…

OK IM READING YOUR TAGS ON EVERYTHING AND OUR MUMS ARE THE SAME AND I RLY WANT SHORT HAIR TOO BUT SHE WONT LET ME AND SAME WITH THE SLEEPOVER THING LIKE JFC

HAVING RLY CONTROLLING MUMS SUCK SO MUCH LIKE I REALLY WISH MY MUM WAS MORE LENIENT AND IM LITERALLY LIKE “CAN I PLS SLEEPOVER [FRIENDS] HOUSE”

THE ONLY FRIENDS HOUSES I GO TO ARE GIRLS

MY MUM THINKS IM STRAIGHT

SO I RLY DONT SEE WHAT HER PROBLEM SHOULD BE BC AS FAR AS HER KNOWLEDGE IS ITS JUST GALS BEIN PALS BUT NOOOOOOOOO MY MUMS LIKE “U CANT.” AND LIKE… WHY NOT ??

AND THEN I HAVE SUCH A STRICT CURFEW (5 FUCKING 30 PM. AND I HAVE TO ASK MY PARENTS THE NIGHT BEFORE TOO OTHERWSIE IF I GO SOMEWHERE WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE THEY WILL YELL AT ME FOR 2 WHOLE HOURS) AND ITS SO ANNOYING ????

AND THEN YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS EVEN WROSE ???

MY MUM HAS THE FUCKING DECENCY TO ASK WHY I NEVER LEAVE MY ROOM. “WHY DONT U EVER GET OUT OF UR ROOM??” “YOURE ALWAYS IN UR ROOM” “U NEVER LEAVE UR ROOM EVER. ONLY FOR DINNER AND LUNCH.” “YOURE SO ANTISOCIAL”

LIKE ?? YEAH ?? WHAT DOES SHE EXPECT ??? SHE NEVER LETS ME GO FUCKGIN ANYWHERE ??? WHERE ELSE DO I GO ?? WTF ?? SHE LITERALLY RAISED ME TO BE ANTISOCIAL IVE LITERALLY BEEN ON HOUSE LOCKDOWN MY WHOLE LIFE JESUS CHRIST. (still would’ve been antisocial even if i wasnt raised like this tho)

LIKE 90% OF THE TIME MY FRIENDS DONT EVEN BOTHER TO INVITE ME TO SHIT ANYMORE BECAUSE THEY KNOW I HAVE THE MOST FUCKING STRICTEST PARENTS ABOUT GOING OUTSIDE AND I HATE IT SO MUCH

          he SHOULD HAVE been dead. he SHOULD HAVE been with violet.  he
     SHOULD HAVE been smarter.  but,  he  wasn’t.  he  was  A R R O G A N T,
     and it got him into a sticky  situation.  the  last  thing  he  remembered  after
     being  DRAGGED  off  of  the  street,  was a NEEDLE digging into his neck.
     when he woke up next,  he had CLAWS.  he had  GLOWING ( blue )  EYES.
     he felt different. he felt like an ACTUAL MONSTER. and, for the first time in
     years, he felt S C A R E D

          that’s how he ended up at  the  door  of  a  FAMILIAR  face.  garrett  found
     himself CLAWING at the door.  when nobody answered,  he tried the window.
     and, when he ACTUALLY got in, he expected a brash welcome. nothing more
     than confusion and anger was anticipated, only because he wasn’t supposed
     to  be  alive.  even  garrett,  himself, knew that much.  when he spoke next, his
     voice was  SHAKY,  and it was also QUIET,  which was off for him.  that  false
     bravado of being CONFIDENT was gone.  the only thing in garrett’s gaze was
     PURE FEAR. fear looked his previous enemy in the eyes,  and the blond could
     only shake his head at the person in front of him. months later,  and  they were
     still giving him INJECTIONS of whatever the hell didn’t work CORRECTLY the
     first twenty times.

              ❛ –––– i don’t know WHAT they did to me, but they won’t STOP it. ❜