fake society
fake society
ou are bad. You, who shine even brighter than me, make my darkness so much thicker. Your name is bad. Your name that I cannot call, its bad because it fits you so well. You are bad for laughing. My false hope become a poison, and make me diseased.


i would rather have yg tell us the full truth about seungri rather than having him sugarcoat it and say a man with internal bleeding is ok

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the sad thing is jessica went back to korea at 4am to be able to make it to the fan sign but instead she got fired.

wow speechless

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Softness is not weakness.
It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel.
- (via only-seoul)

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I just want to be beside you all the time.
- w.y.  (via jennayliu)

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Anonymous: Yasmin, it's all a little too much now, i don't understand how i keep dealing with it over and over and over again. I don't want to die, Yasmin, I promise you I don't. I just want it to go now, i want to let it go, i want it to pour out of me and never come knocking on my door again. I don't understand why it keeps coming back. I'm sorry for messaging you, i know it must be a burden. But it keeps coming back harder and rougher and I don't know what to do because I'm not broken enough to heal.


one morning there was this bird who kept knocking on my window and would not stop for at least five minutes straight, so i looked out the window to see what it was trying to do, and it was trying to come inside for whatever reason and didn’t understand that it couldn’t. this bird probably could have used the door if it really wanted to come in but it was stuck on coming in through the window. what I’m trying to say is that we’re all birds trying to find windows to knock on, and we knock so long, we forget to go through the open doors. there are open doors out there for you, and you’re gonna fly through them, I promise.

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Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?
- From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)

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This is still one of my favourite pictures on this site