We Only Fail When We Stop Trying.

We only fail when we stop trying.

Rick Riordan, The Dark Prophecy (via quotesofthewrittennature)

yoongi’s thoughts | 7

last night you came to me as though I were dreaming

your worn eyes, your worn heart seeking refuge in me in my touch, in my voice

as you spilled out your worries to me I wondered if I could do the same

the longing I felt to push my hands further up your shaking arm to sit closer, to stare longer

it hurt more so than watching from afar more so than grasping this secret tightly

- yg

find our way

Summary: For every hundred reasons for him to leave, there’ll always be that one reason for him to stay: you. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff/Light Angst; Skater Boy AU Word Count: 16,230 Author’s Note: My blog turns one-years-old today and I’m just glad that I managed to finish this on time. + @neoworks for being someone i could bounce my ideas off! 

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Park Jimin doesn’t know what it means to stay. At least, he hasn’t known since he turned eighteen and realized that there is a world that lies beyond the little bubble of his hometown that he’s spent way too long occupying. As soon as he figured out that freedom is not just some intangible concept, that freedom is achievable and something that he craved more deeply than a desire to remain rooted, he had packed up his belongings and left. He didn’t even think twice about it, for there was nothing keeping him around in the suburban landscape—a few close friends, sure, but hardly a family. There are faces and names, but it just serves as a reminder than his life has lacked so many things because of them.

All of those things were fine with him, serving as one of the main reasons why he didn’t bat an eye to applying to the universities hundreds of miles away, why he didn’t stick around for the goodbyes as he committed to the first university to accept him, why he just loaded his car and drove off without looking back.

It’s been nearly three years since that evening, since he packed his trunk in the middle of the night and drove until the sun crept over the horizon; three years since he left a house that’s never been a home, yet he doesn’t regret a single moment of that. There’s a certain joy that comes with solitude, in stepping onto a train and not knowing what the destination entailed, of not knowing what stop to get off of, of knowing that no matter how far he goes or how long he disappears there will be no one waiting for him.

Well, almost no one waiting for him.

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taehyung’s poison | 1

the wind was harsh against my skin it bit my flesh, gave me chills I walked on, aimlessly, distractedly there wasn’t anywhere else but home

the moment I stepped inside I was greeted cheerfully, warmly where did you go, Jungkook had asked but I didn’t hear and disappeared

and no one looked for me which was a relief because had I really thought  that they actually would?

“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via aestaeticpotato)