Pastelislove

There is a sadness inside me, something I can barely name, and I know it doesn't matter because teenage girls are all sad. Do people burn with age? Because I'm 18 and already a forest fire, what will I ruin next? And it's easy to hope for happiness, it's easy to dream in colour, maybe that's why I'm half fiction, half girl. Half here and half not quite- half human, half thoughts.

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

All this time we always think Yoongi is the strongest soldier, have you seen Namjoon about to lose it in front of million people?

All this time we always think Yoongi is the strongest soldier, have you seen Namjoon about to lose it in front of million people?