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i love one man.

Got the sugar out of the top cupboard to refill the coffee cup. When i closed it the bottom cupboard on the OPPOSITE SIDE opened. Why?

Was unloading the dishwasher. Sugar for our coffee is kept in a coffee cup. Absentmindedly tried to put the coffee cup up. Life isn’t fair.

Was unloading the dishwasher. Sugar for our coffee is kept in a coffee cup. Absentmindedly tried to put the coffee cup up. Life isn't fair.

A QUICK REMINDER! 

When you've dropped your phone so many times that you aren't even afraid of it breaking anymore, you just look at it in disappointment because by this many times it can't be your fault, your phone has got to be trying to commit suicide...

Unless you're a flat earther...

The closest thing in front of you is the furthest thing behind you.

The boy laughs, looking at you. His eyes are cruel, mocking, “Yeah, if you're a coward. We have a tally, see who can kill the most enemies.” Your lips twist, “That's sick.” He smirks, shrugging, “Not for me.” You shake your head and slowly get up, “Do you have a phone on you?” The boy looks suspicious, “Yeah, why?” “Just making sure you can get a hold of someone.” You slowly walk off, wishing you would have never went looking for him.

“Lay on your stomach and hide your face.” The boy hesitated and the woman cocked the gun. The boy slowly laid on his stomach, crossed his arms, and buried his face in them. The girl knelt by him and patted him down, fingers trailing to a stop on his butt. He tenced. You held your breath. Her fingers slid in his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. You let out your breath slowly. She took out the money and tossed the wallet on his back, then got up, “Don't move. The only reason you're still alive is because you're that bastard’s son.” The boy stiffened, curling his hands into tight fists. The woman walked off. The boy didn't move until she was completely gone, then he sat up and grabbed his shoulder, glaring after her, breathing in shallow pants. You sank to the ground, your legs no longer having any strength left in them. The boy looked at you, “you need to get out of here…” He sounded very tired. You broke into a laugh. Your legs just gave way and he expects you to get up and leave? No sir. You'll be here a while… he frowns, watching you laugh. You stop abruptly, realising how inappropriate it is to be laughing in this situation. You say quietly, chills going down your spine, all traces of laughter suddenly gone, “Were you really gonna kill her?” The boy shrugs, “I am now.” You look down and whisper, “I don't want you to be a murderer…” Now it's his turn to laugh. “I'm the son of the leader of the biggest mafia in town! How am I not supposed to, eventually, earn that title?” You look at him, “so you haven't killed anyone yet?” He shrugs and looks away, “There hasn't been a need to…”

“You say that like it's shameful. You should be ashamed of killing, not not killing…”

A word of advice for people struggling with self hate and depression, because I've been through it too

Don't insult yourself. This may seem really simple to some people. To others, they may be thinking 'easier said than done' and just assume it's impossible. When I moved in with my aunt I was struggling really bad with depression and self hatred. It had gotten to the point where when I even walked past a mirror I would turn my head the other way, because I just couldn't stand to see myself. I would also insult myself all the time, out loud. I'd drop something and be like "oh you're so clumsy!" Or mess up and be like "what an idiot..." if I did something wrong and my aunt asked me about it, or why I did it, my response would be "because I'm stupid." Or something derogatory like that. My aunt has a daughter who went through depression, so she knew what was going on. She started scolding me for insulting myself, saying "don't say that!" Or "no you're not! You just made a mistake!" And wouldn't let me tell her stuff like that, so I wasn't able to insult myself in front of her. Even if I said it in my head, I had to watch myself and not say it out loud, so I wouldn't get scolded. It became a habit to watch what I said I stopped insulting myself out loud all together. I'm not going to say it's easy, and it's even harder to stop thinking that kind of thing, but if ever you mess up, or are just feeling down, and find yourself talking about yourself, don't. Hold it in, don't say it, go get a drink, or chew some gum, or do something to keep your mouth busy, just don't say it out loud. I'm telling you this helps so much and I became so much happier. It was just one of the many steps it took towards recovery. I still struggle, and sometimes I find myself trying to insult myself again, but I just always think of my aunt telling me not to, and hold it in. If you don't have an aunt, or someone to look up to like that, if you don't have someone to tell you that, then I'm here. Remember what i said. Don't insult yourself. It's pointless and hurtful. You can get through this. Lift your chin a little :)

This is why you notice when that boy isn't there... You frown. You know you should leave it be, but you're curious.... You look around for him, to no avail. You only achieve getting frustrated and being late for school. You curse yourself quietly and run to school, but you're still alert, so when you pass an ally, you pick up a quiet, "please...." You stumble to a stop, heart pounding. Was that your imagination? You turn and walk slowly back, listening. You hear a woman gasp, "no, it wasn't personal! We're from different mafias... I had to..." You recognise his voice instantly, "yeah? Well this is nothing personal.... we're from different mafia.... I have to...." You freeze when you see a woman on her knees, in front of the boy. He's holding a gun to her head... His gaze flicks to you and the woman takes the opportunity to snatch the gun, pointing it back at him. He freezes, cursing quietly. You cover your mouth. The woman smirks, "have you even killed anyone before?" The boy doesn't respond, watching her. She turns the gun on you. "Wait! Dont kill-" with lightening speed she whips back around and the gun goes off. You scream as he jerks back, grabbing his shoulder, and falls to his knees. The woman laughs, "you have a crush?" The boy clutches his shoulder, panting. You whimper softly and he gasps, "no... but.... she's not a part of the mafia... She's a citizen... If you kill her, you'll be wanted for murder... not.... that it would matter.... but if you're in jail.... I can't kill you..." the woman crouches down, pressing the gun under his chin. He tilts his head back, Adam's apple bobbing. Her eyes run down his throat, to his chest. You can't help but follow her gaze. He has a very nice throat.... and chest... her eyes flick back up to his face, and your eyes flick to hers. She says, "nice jacket..." he stiffens slightly. She says, "i want it. Give it to me." Your heart starts hammering. You know what this is. A power play. You've seen it in school. Older kids would make the younger ones give them their juice, there toys, or make them go to dump their tray for them. Someone showing someone else that they're the dominant one.... the boys jaw clenches and he slowly slides the jacket off his shoulders, wincing as it brushes his bullet wound, then let's it slip down his arms. He pulls his hands out of it, careful to keep the arms from going inside out, and slowly hands it to her. Your eyes involuntarily go to his arms. He has nice arms too. You can't help but notice the veins sticking out, running down to his fingers. He's tense, so it makes the muscles and blood veins even more exaggerated. You drag your eyes back to the woman, feeling stupid for being distracted by a cute boy while you're in this situation. She takes it, examines it, and spits, "it's got a fucking hole in it...", looking at the bullet hole. She drops it on the ground and pulls out a lighter. The boy shifts forward a little, making a quiet noise. The woman jabs the gun deeper under his chin and he swallows, watching her light the lighter and drop it on the coat. Your heart hammers wildly. He stares as the coat burns....

So i was looking for a cup to make my tea in and I found this little clear one. I was like "oh! That's pretty! I'll use that" well, then I looked at it more closely and it's A JOKER CUP WITH AN UPSIDE DOWN HANDLE 😂😂😂 I'm dying

You kind of wish you would have started avoiding him at this point, but you still take the same path and you still glance at him when you pass. His hand is bandaged now. There's also someone there with him, a big burly man who talks to him like an old friend. You wonder if he's killed anyone before.... if either of them have... neither look at you, not that you care, it's relieving actually. Atleast they don't think of you as a threat....

What finger do you hold up first???

J2 | Pittcon 2018 [vid: SPNConGirl]

So when I first got into bts I had NO idea what kpop was. Bts were just a Korean boy group I stumbled across, and I had no friends into it, but now I'm glad that's how it was, because I've noticed that when people get into kpop, one of the first questions there friends ask them is "who's your bias?" I never had that pressure, so I was able to slowly explore bangtan and learn what I loved about each member, with no rush, and, over time, before I even knew what a "bias" was, kookie became my favorite. Then, later, I learned about biases and for me, it wasn't, I chose kookie as my bias, but, instead, kookie chose me. (Although, now, jimin is battling HARD to replace him, y'all the struggle is REAL)

BE FRANK, WHO IS YOUR BIAS??? HONESTLY, I CAN’T CHOOSE ONE. I LOVE THEM ALL EQUALLY.

cr: beardsae

The leader of one of the most powerful mafia comes storming up. You step back immediately, as does everyone else, except one brave police officer. He stands firmly in front of the door to the car. The mafia leader snarls, "what is my son doing in the back of a police car?", stalking up to the police officer. He loses courage and steps out of the way. You freeze, son? You almost laugh, no wonder he's such a jerk... the leader grabs the boys arm and pulls him out of the car. The boy stumbles, but the leader doesn't let go of his arm, keeping him on his feet. He snatches the keys from a police officer, who stutters an apology, and uncuffs him. The boy rubs his wrist, smirking at the police. One of his hands is covered in blood, droplets slowly falling to the ground. You suddenly feel overwhelmingly disappointed. What a real jerk... You turn and walk off, no longer caring what happens to him. You're sure his dad will take care of him. You roll your eyes. Nothing annoys you more than spoiled, rich brats....

The police drag the boy out of the ally. They throw him down and wrestle his hands behind his back. He snarls, "get the fuck off me!", thrashing violently. You stand in shock as they slap cuffs on him and fight him into a police car..... He's the victim.... why are they arresting him?

So I was at my sister and brother in laws house and I went to show my brother in law a funny meme I found. He goes "oh please dont let it be a bts meme" and I was just like "no. It's not." Really annoyed, obviously, but didn't say anything else and just sat and fumed. Well after he sat down my mom was like "well I really like bts" and my sister goes "well I think they sound TERRIBLE" and mom was like "I like them because they try to send a positive message with their music and sing about good things" and my sister goes "have you HEARD them?" And mom goes "no, well I've heard a few songs, but mostly what I know about them is what Maria (me) has told me about them and they sound much better than what i used to listen to. I mean, I listened to awful, wicked stuff when I was younger. I'm very glad my daughter's (me and my two other little sisters) choose to listen to something positive rather than what i used to listen to." And they couldn't say anything after that and I just sat there internally cheering because I have an awesome mother.

If you heard this in jungkooks voice then I love you

ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᴸᶦᵖˢ

Ok but jins hand creeping around onto jks chest and grabbing his hoodie 😂😂😂

jungkook and jimin having a moment while namjoon is apologizing for ripping open jungkooks shirt during inkigayo

You're still crouched down behind the trash can when the police show up. There's been gunshots going off down the ally. You gasp, "there's a boy in there! Hes-he's a teenager. He ran into the ally and I think he got shot..." tears spring to your eyes, but don't fall. You don't like him, but that doesn't mean you want him to die.... the police disappear down the ally, leaving you in the street with the rest of the people. You're glued to the spot. You cant leave until you know no one was killed at least...

You're walking down the street to school, like you do every day. You don't look at that boy anymore, atleast, not more than a glance. He doesn't bother you anymore either. You're passing him when a man, a little ways away, reaches in his pocket. This would be meaningless, except that the boy's head snaps up, eyes focusing on him. He grabs his phone just as the man pulls out a gun and points it at him. Now, of course, this is the part where your heart drops and you realise you've had a crush on this boy all along and you can't live without him and you have to do anything, even sacrificing your life, to save him. You lunge desperately out of the way, ducking behind a trash can, your mind racing. Aw hell no, you ain't saving that boy. He's a jerk and a bully and, although you don't want him dead, he's definately not worth your own life. Nope. If it's between you and him, it's gotta be you. Gun shots go off. People scream. You hear the boy shout, "DAD! THEY'RE COMING- AGH!" You peek out to see the phone fall to the ground, the boy ducking down the ally, clutching his bloody hand. The man chases after him. You collapse against the wall, gasping. You didnt do any running, but you're suddenly out of breath. Gunshots echo off the walls of the ally. Your curiosity is piqued, but you don't move, your life is more important than knowing what's going on right now. You can drag it out of that boy later. If he survives.....

You walk down the street, eyes automatically going to the wall he always leans on. But he's not there. You stop, surprised. You don't like him, he acts arrogant and rude, always judging everyone who goes by. You saw him trip a kid once. He's a jerk. But it still surprises you that hes not there. He's there every day... you jump in surprise when a voice says, "who you lookin for baby girl?" You whip around to find the boy standing over your shoulder. You cross your arms tightly, protective, "n-no one..." he laughs quietly, almost to himself, "really? You've been goggling at me every day for like a month." You press your lips together and glare, "it's hard not to when you're standing there judging me every time a walk past." His lips twitch slightly and you whip around. You want nothing to do with him. You start to walk off, but his long fingers wrap around your arm, not gently. His hands are cold, not dead cold, but nervous cold, about to break into a sweat cold. He's unsure. You jerk your arm away, "get off me!" He frowns, but his eyes are twinkling, "come on sweetie, I just wanna get to know you..." you spit, "you're pathetic. The only reason i look at you is because my only other option is to look at the street. Don't think I'm interested, you're nothing." "Nothing" comes out as a cruel hiss. You usually aren't down right mean, but you hate guys who think they can just flirt any girl up and bed them that night. Especially jerky ones like him. No, the best thing to do is give them a harsh taste of reality and leave them to wallow in misery. His head tilts back ever so slightly and his eyes narrow, "I never said you were interested. Or that I was. I said I wanted to get to know you. I guess I know you well enough now..." You bite your lip, holding back the urge to scream at him. It's childish and stupid. No one gets this angry at people they don't even know. It's too much drama for you. That makes you want to laugh, a simple argument with a stranger is too much drama for you. You shake your head, letting your eyes soften, fill with disappointment. You turn and leave, the tiny flash of hurt in his eyes seared into your brain. It doesn't matter. He's a jerk. Jerks should get hurt. Maybe it'll teach him a lesson.....

Btw this story skips time. Each new post will usually skip some time. You've been warned.

No Una Historia D'amor

The boy slouches against the wall, brilliant blue eyes raking judgingly over everyone on the streets. He isn't super tall, nor is he buff. He's... well built. He obviously works out, but his small frame makes it hard to take seriously. Blonde hair is grown out a little too long, brushing his eyelids, making him swipe it away impatiently. He wears a T-shirt, denim jacket, and jeans. He puts off an air of superiority. His gaze slowly finds its way to you, and you make eye contact for a second. His lips curve up slightly into a cruel smirk, one eyebrow arching softly. You look away, cheeks burning. You could swear you hear him laughing to himself....