i moved to wonderpeach because it’s just way easier to maintain. so thanks if you follow that heh

we’ll go ice skating again and you’ll keep skating in front of me. you’ll go backwards, showing off what you’ve learnt in the last 2 years away, playing hockey and learning to do something better than me. we can get ice cream and johnny rockets afterwards and I can order for you like I used to. then we can walk around or maybe sit in a cute little cafe and talk about the stuff we text about and take pictures of each other in the wrong hoodies and hug every 2 minutes to annoy our friends but really it’s because we’ve missed each other so much. I’ll hug you again when you leave because I’m not going to replay what happened the last time you left. but it still hurts just as much.

tryoongs:

i cant believe jimin and yoongi are deadass flirting and roleplaying as class president!jimin and transfer student!yoonji in the v app chat fucking hell

oldroots:

undertale was a good game and i will never forgive what everyone did to it

it-started-over-sasunaru:

Talk about Aleppo. Cry for them like you cried for Paris. Cry for them like you cried for New York. Talk about them. Our silence is killing them. They are people, PEOPLE. Are they not important because they’re arabs? because they’re Syrian? Do their lives matter less than the life of a French or an American? People from Aleppo are posting their goodbye messages on the internet as a final massacre is expected to happen any time soon and we are SILENT. We have been silent for over five years. Some children in Aleppo don’t know life without war. Imagine living in a city of ruins and having to fear for your life every instant. Hospitals, churches, houses, restaurants are bombed on the daily and hundreds are killed every single day. Yet we are silent. Remember them. Honor them. We’ve allowed a mass genocide to happen before our eyes for years. It’s burning is a testament of our moral failure. Talk about Aleppo, please.

just-shower-thoughts:

Being a millennial is like inheriting a burning house only to be told it’s our fault we can’t handle the heat.