ITS OUR TIME TO SHINEEE BITCH SO GO SHINEEE!!!!!

CHAPTER EIGHT OF MY FIC IS UPPPPPPPP and theres an announcment aswell lol mb

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man have y'all ever FELT yourself become more confident? like literally FELT it? bc OHHH what an amazing feeling. the other day i wore a tank top and jeans and realized that im wearing a fucking tank top. in public. and i hadnt ONCE thought smth negative. and i js felt so fucking amazing and happy and it was so exhilarating and then another day i wore a cutesy little peplum top and ONCE AGAIN i felt AWESOME and i was js so happy. bc knowing that if you were to show me from not even a year or two ago but me from the beginning of this year a photo of me wearing the tank or the peplum top in public and id freak tf out and i did that shit IN PUBLIC WITHOUT GIVING AF???? OHH THAT FELT GREATT

Chapter 3 - free woman. free woman?

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BROO DID YALL SEE THE STRANGER THINGS SEASON FIVE ANNOUNCEMENT???

in case you haven't yet <3

part 1 - november 26th

part 2 - christmas day

the finale - new years eve

im SO beyond excited it looked fucking amazing and im hoping and wishing that the ending is good and they didn't absolutely butcher it. but dude. why the FUCK would they drop it NOW?????? SIX MONTHS???? 😆🔫

the thing that no one tells you about being someone who's gaurded over their vulnerability and their tears, is when you finally need someone to talk to, when your finally crying at night, your body shaking and your throat raw - there's no friend for you to talk to. you're alone, and for a moment, you regret being so tough on your emotions.

what's my biggest fear? why, thank you for asking.

one day realizing that i don't remember the names of the girls i sit with at lunch. one day realizing i don't remember the names of the kids in my classes. one day realizing i don't remember what my friends really looked like. realizing i don't remember their favorite colours. or where they're from. or what their favorite class is. who their favorite teacher is.

realizing i don't know where the girls i sit with at lunch are right now. if they've had kids. if they've gotten married. what they're studying. what they studied. what they're job is. if they've traveled. if they've left the country. if they've moved streets or towns or counties or states.

realizing that time has drawn us apart. currently we are an interwoven thread, every single one of us so much of the other, every single one of the other so much of us, but in 5 years or 10 or 15 - we might be strangers. realizing that time had strung us together, made us all so important to one another, just to pull us apart slowly. to make us memories. photographs. old texts. saved snapchats. journal entries.

my biggest fear is time - pulling me along a path that i have absolutely no choice but to follow. no choice to stop and change. what i do, i do. what i did, i did.

oh if im not gonna be able to tell people my insane stupid funny stories when im all old and grandma idk what i would do. cuz best believe i am not dying without living a life. i want to do so much i want to have fun. idgaf if i get in trouble or wvtr i js wanna live and live fun.

live a little y'know?

OH MY GODDD PLEASEE

please god let conan gray’s new album make me feel the same way i felt listening to superache for the first time

so ive been in my reading BAGGG recently and i js finished the seven husbands of evelyn hugo and as a VERY bisexual girl i absolutely ADORED the lgbtq representation in the book. (lesbian, bisexual, and gay.) so if anyone has any book recs that have lgbtq representation PLEASEE tell me some cuz i loveee being able to read it. and not just books, movies too!

oh how jealous i am of people with money.

its not even the people that have a lot of money, y'know like celebrities or the top 1% (fuck yall) or lawyers and doctors, not them.

but the people, the regular people, like me that's family have money. that have bathrooms in all five of their bedrooms. that have a pool in their backyard. that have every single kitchen appliance known to man. that shop at lululemon and brandy melville and hollister and h&m. that go on two yearly trips.

the people who grew up never seeing their parents worry about money. that never had to hear, "we need money for other things," or "y'know we can't buy that," or "maybe later." never had to not ask for something because you saw how much it cost. never had to beg their parents for $50 to hang out with friends instead of $20.

im friends with those people, that have money. and everytime i go to their house, i feel disgusting. its not that we don't have money, it's that they have so much more of it. and it's evident in everything about them. their clothes, their shoes, their hair, their skin, their makeup, their phone. their house, their room, their bed, their bathroom.

god, im so jealous.