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forever rain #monoishere

❝ we’re still the same as back then ❞

oh to be wooed by the siren mundane. to dip your feet in the molten gold of morning and not taste the bittersweet tang of metal burning scalding hot on your skin instead of sunlight to feel the liquid breeze wash your hair thick and thin as a mother’s caress soft comfort home on your skin without the hard pinch of nails to tie words together with another thin or thick rope made of soul rubbing burning raw on your tongue without the taste of blood to encircle a fellow skeleton in arms friend, spouse, family, love holding hands tight around your neck a noose in embrace to fall straight into cushioned slumber and not feel the brittle shard of rock pressing scraping sharp in your back eyes wide open to hear a whisper a breath to breathe with lungs made of plastic in or out not collapsing folding falling empty in your chest instead of keeping you alive to write words made of diamond and silver and not lose them in the rough, rust aging slowing stuck lodged in your throat instead of dripping bright calligraphy to live with blood running hot, warm smooth as marble statue strong still growing cold as a corpse a dead man walking an animated cadaver a ghost to walk with both feet on solid ground without slipping through the floor split fading fog one foot here and the other… somewhere else somewhere worse or better. to not yearn to be fertilizer with flowers bloomed from ribcage life color hope in your heart at least then, you’d be alive or not or maybe, that’s better to have a purpose outside your self yours, theirs, the universe’s uncaring neutral accepting all you can offer without judgment without demands free of failure. relief to have no requirements of you simply because you were born free relief failure in your bones simply because you don’t know how to try why try when there’s no reason to succeed? life will live death will die the universe, uncaring, neutral, accepting to live a life with no demands without apologies on your tongue sour bitter sweet is the taste of nothing when nobody cares if you get a job if you get a car if you get a house if you get a family if you want nothing if you want everything to not have to live in your body made of flesh and bone and dust crumbling dirt fertilizer mixed with soil for you were made with dust and to dust you will return. oh to be as free as the raven soars. to simply breathe because you have lungs to simply touch because you have skin to simply run because you have legs to simply hold because you have arms to simply love because you have heart to simply create because you are creative to simply live because you were born. no strings attached no human teeth to chew you up and spit you out no fabric of mankind weaving tying smothered your fire into flashlight off, on, the flip of a switch light this room up for me why? because you can why? because why not you can make money out of this a talent for a talent a tit for a tat this for that if you give any less, you’re lazy ungrateful greedy entitled you must work for the wings to fly. you must earn the siren mundane. you must pay your way to breathe. plastic is expensive, you know gold is for kings not the miners don’t you know silver and diamond are rare birds, fly out of reach easily spooked, easily stolen cool water runs dry liquid molten hot blood comes with a price do you have anything to give in return? no? you have no right to live, don’t you know earn your keep or we will tax your lungs your heartbeat beat thump break my skull into bits, then shatter it on the floor pick up the pieces with bare hands gloved green greed i hope you bleed. i did not ask for these lungs this heart this hollow skeleton bleached dull invisible to somehow carry this flesh made of ununoctium air nothing has never been so heavy molten, cold the sharp tang of metal mornings copper pennies pinched clock into work with calloused hands you only stop when we say you can if you want to live comfort warmth slumber nothing is for free, don’t you know the siren weaves the lie, don’t you know the illusion of flight free flying breath it comes with a price, don’t you know pay it with your blood she is not real. sirens only lead to the rocks. calamity tragedy catastrophe nothing is for free, don’t you know life death undead a ghost we see you there that sheet costs $11.59 an arm and a leg to slice you into pretty pieces with silicone joints bend give break in our hands without complaint or you’re lazy ungrateful greedy entitled we can make money out of this. you. don’t you want a luxury? what happened to your dreams? ambition drive purpose in your veins painting red rainbow colors work for it, earn it a rocket into space a siren led to treasure flight? mundane? survival? what happened to living? work for it, earn it breathe for us bleed for us live for us we—you can make money out of this don’t you want a luxury? … what if what if i just want to live because i was born to breathe because i have lungs to touch because i have skin to run because i have legs to hold because i have arms to love because i have heart to create because i am creative what if what if i don’t want money glitter greed strain on my soul just because i have one? i did not ask for these lungs this heart i was given them for free without question without asking without demand greed entitled i did not ask for these things to walk with a head held high and not get sent to the guillotine chop slice clean through my throat to fuel society’s thirst for blood why must we pay to live? to breathe? to bleed? i did not ask for this so do not ask it of me.

his hyungs: *feels a slightest bit amount of insecurity about themselves* jungkook: well wait a minute!!!!

hyung line trios: namjoon, hoseok & seokjin

episode 24 shenanigans

jungkook getting praised for his drawing skills ♡

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Source: Herald Pop

happy 20th birthday to the softest smiley angel, jungkook ♡

Seok Jin’s ABCs - U for Uproarious (ft.Jimin) - marked by or causing boisterous merriment or convulsive laughter

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a small compilation of my favorite jungkook laugh pt.2

cr. | cr. | cr.

it’s not the same without the rest of the family

also, what makes this collaboration so powerful and significant is that in his time, seo taeji and his group empowered the young and spoke about topics that nobody wanted to acknowledge back then: education, social hierarchy, and politics. which is what bts did/is doing right now for us. this concert is literally role models of youth from different generations meeting together in one space……..i’m shaking