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₍🌺₎ ..⃗. あなたは特別です、あなたは花の花びらのようにユニークです

Translation: You are special, you are unique like a flower petals!

[🍥] あなたは大丈夫でしょう。 心配しないでください ˀˀˀ ↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ 

Translation: You’ill be fine. Please don’t worry.

.˚ ₍🗒₎ ꒰ 詩に生きる ꒱ ↷ ⋯ あなた自身と一緒に患者になってください!

Translation: Living in poetry; be patient with yourself!

{🍣 *:･ スマイル }  . .⃗ .   🍓 🌹 花やイチゴ ˀˀ

Translation: Smile; Flowers and strawberries

i just realized i rarely ever make myself anonymous when i submit an ask... is that bad T__T

One Day (PM 01:27)

Pairing: Reader x ex!Doyoung Summary: You’ve never been able to let Doyoung go. He remains in your heart though you can’t erase him, your memories that you can’t let go of. He lives in your books, though you try to ignore his presence. And now, he stands before you to remind you of that time you’ve lost. Word Count: 2.6k Author’s Note: Please enjoy this t h i n g that I wrote at one in the morning because Replay (PM 01:27) came on, and I’ve always loved that song. I’ve always felt like, although it’s kind of disco-y and upbeat, it had a deeper sadder meaning. So here is my word vomit, inspired by one of my favorite NCT 127 songs :)

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Your break-up wasn’t supposed to be a break up.

Initially, it was just a break.

Fresh out of college with your undergrads, drowning in debt and lacking in love, you told your boyfriend of three years, Kim Doyoung, that you needed a break. You had simply grown apart, and needed time to reprocess your relationship. Being the understanding man you knew him to be, he obliged.

You had expected it to last a week or two, maybe a month. But Doyoung had packed his necessities from your shared apartment and, with a kiss on your forehead, left for Taeyong’s place, promising to be back whenever you needed. But he never came back.

You didn’t really know what it was that kept you from calling him.

Perhaps it was that you were a writer. Your head in the clouds and your emotions always running wild, you constantly overthought every single detail of your relationship. You would keep telling yourself you needed more time away. That time grew from days, to weeks, to months, until it had been over a year since the last time Doyoung pressed his chapped lips to your skin in a chaste kiss.

Perhaps it was that Doyoung, as a law student, was far too emotionless and had no qualms giving you your infinite space, even as your relationship silently disintegrated. He respected your space, told you to reach out to him when you were ready. But you had never been ready.

Perhaps it was just that in your time apart, the love faded. You both came to realize this.

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Sonya Massey was a paranoid-schizophrenic woman who turned to the police when she was scared and suspected an intruder inside of her home; she was a Black, mentally ill, woman shot dead and executed by a white police officer solely because she said "I rebuke you" over a pot of water. she was DUCKING DOWN behind a counter repeating the words "I'm sorry" as he advanced and, eventually, killed her. Sean Grayson, a white police officer, executed her.

her name was Sonya Massey. she was a human being who deserved to live. say her fucking name. Sonya Massey.

edit: please do not erase or negate the fact that Sonya was schizophrenic. Black schizophrenic people are more likely to die at the hands of the police as well as be brutalised by them, and by negating the fact that she was schizophrenic, you are erasing that this was an execution fuelled by BOTH racism & saneism. please have some respect and continue to say her name, thank you.

requested! it’s a bit short, but i hope you enjoy <3

jaemin sighed in bliss as the bitter taste of coffee reached his mouth. on a cold day where he was swamped with classes, an iced black coffee with an excessive amount of espresso was just what he needed. the strong and overly caffeinated drink was the only thing getting him through the long day. while he sat at a table by himself in the coffee shop, watching his fellow university students through the large windows of the café, his day had instantly gotten just a bit better. however, the sound of your voice nearly skyrocketed his mood; as it always did when you were around. 

“hey, jaem,” you softly greeted, sitting across from him at the small table. his eyes sparkled in the winter sunlight, the whiteness of the snow outside lighting up his face in an angelic way. the darkness of the coffee in his hand made him glow even more in contrast to his skin. he smiled, leaning back in his chair as he looked at you.

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Some racist asshole run a muslim family down with his pick-up truck this afternoon in London (Ontario), killing four and leaving only one family member alive. The terrorist was a 20-year old islamophobic dude who targeted muslims and wanted to kill as many of them as possible; when the police arrested him, he was wearing body armor, he had intended to commit more than just murders. There's a 9-year old who lost his family and is in the hospital right now. It's heartbreaking.

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Killing of Canadian Muslim family with truck was hate crime -police

this reminds me of chenle

yangyang // resonance mv behind the scenes

escaping here bcs stan twt esp grass (and exoplanet) fandom is in crumbles

mama 😂😢😭😬😜😁😗😅🙃😀