KyuVoice In ‘Mozart’ Part 1

Bangtan meetings part 1/??

CAN YOU PLEASE FUCKING USE THE ‘READ MORE’ TOOL IN YOUR FICS IM SICK OF SCROLLING THROUGH FIVE THOUSAND WORDS OF YOUR ‘TOTALLY ORIGINAL’ JUNGKOOK X JIMIN COFFEE SHOP AU IN THE WRONG TAGS

I think the hardest part is convincing yourself that you are not hungry. 

WHAT A RELIEF THAT:

Namjoon didn’t go solo

Jin ignored SM’s street-cast

Yoongi saw BH’s flyer

Hobi didn’t quit

Jimin made it to the lineup

Taehyung went with his friend to the audition

Jungkook saw Namjoon and decided to join BigHit

BTS never gave up

WHAT A RELIEF THEY ARE 7, THAT THEY ARE TOGETHER

AND THAT THEY GOT EACH OTHER

Cr text twt post: https://twitter.com/3shells1991/status/1074110966269243393

I thought for a while that maybe I could not handle being hurt again. That maybe my shattered heart would crack just one more time. But when in my deepest throws of sorrow, I remember that there cannot possibly be anything worse than what I've already gone through. That life has handed me the shortest stick in the pile that you cannot even use it as a matchstick. But maybe I'm okay with that. Maybe I need to lose grasp of that stick and let it fly away in the wind, like the ashes of a loved one or a dandelion for a wish. Maybe when you stop defining your life by limitations you will see that there are endless possibilities.

Melissa Rose

I think I realized the ending of my story ten years ago when I sat in my room and cried over a lost soul and was never comforted. When the pain in my body became physical along with mental. When my empathy took control but stepped back at every possible moment. Who's to say we lead our own lives? When twisting bones and shattered minds get treated as though something were right instead of wrong. When doctors don't take a second glance at your pain or your suffering.

Melissa Rose

Me without You

I cannot tell if the reason I now want to be skin and bones is because you left me. I cannot tell if that was the match hitting the strike or just some kindle to a roaring flame. Did I always feel this way? There are no words left, because you stole them all. You could have saved me an explanation, but I guess my tears were answer enough. I thought I would become a person, but I’m less now than I ever was. Just a pebble in an ocean, instead of a boulder in a pond. When you feel deep in your heart and soul that you do not matter, things start to not matter. Life does not matter. Your health does not matter. So while I try to see the inside of my skeleton, I hope she was worth it, while I sit here and die.

I'm tired of waking up and wondering, "What's gonna hurt today?" I'm tired of them saying, "You're only 22, this shouldn't be happening!" But I am 22. And this is happening. I'm tired of complaining to my friends and having them hear the same sad story every time. I'm tired of being in too much pain or too sick from painkillers to do my job at work. I'm tired of chaining myself every night to a heating pad and ice packs. Soaking in Epsom salts, bathing in lidocaine, surviving in braces and bandages. When you're too tired to work out, too tired to stand up, too tired to keep your eyes open and each and everyday the alarm goes off and you dread being anywhere but your bed because at least there is no pain there. When you decide which brace goes on which knee based on the pain you're feeling and then end up changing it halfway through the day because now the other knee is hurting. When you have to decide which body parts need to be wrapped in tape and which need a hot patch. There is no longer a definition of fun when everyday you fight back tears that shouldn't even be there because "You're 22 and this shouldn't be happening!" But I am 22. And this is happening.

Melissa Rose "Burning Bridges While I'm On Them"

I can contort my body into a thousand positions. But none of them feel the same way I felt when you held me in your arms at night.

Melissa Rose