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I'm not an art person, but as a lay person, this picture makes me recoil because it feels like violence directed at my beloved and a deliberate forceful erasure of his beautiful mouth. I would dearly like to know what there is to love about it. Honestly, I wouldn't leave the artist alone in the same room with Jimin because of the vibe I get from this art. Different for you?

𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚:

★ call me alpaca

★ a twitter army

★ new to tumblr

★ very well educated on streaming, voting and reporting for bangtan (just twitter things)

★ no bias in particular, I love them all

★ bangtan discography >>>>>>>

★ hyyh yoonkook is life. very uneducated on hyyh and would be eternally grateful if someone explains the lore to me

★ 2021 ARMY

I came here cuz I want to post and talk about bangtan a lot, along with talking about streaming and voting for our boys. I will keep posting about streaming, tutorials and playlists too.

you can follow me if you want to know more on how to stream, as well as some updates on bangtan (occasionally) ♡

I'm very new to the concept of being a tumblr ARMY, hope we can all be friends and have a great great time together 💗

please take good care of me! love you guys ♡

please reblog so that more people can reach me hehe 💖

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]