@Yeahidonthavethink
Gotta ask who in BTS has been reading pirate ffs on wattpad bc I seen the new swim mv, I see what yall are doing.
I have a few in my reading lists for sure! I know one of them was called Mist but unfortunately its ongoing still :'(
@Yeahidonthavethink Gosh yes, I wonder how they came up with that idea and I'm keen to read a pirate book❤️, do you know any?
Work keeps playing songs from Eric Nam and they just keep hitting each time man
Check this out!
Lots of slots open
https://www.wattpad.com/story/406364132-%C3%9F%E2%80%A0%C2%A7-%C3%A7%C3%B6m%C3%A8%C3%9F%C3%A4%C3%A7k-q%C3%BA%C3%ACll-%C3%A4w%C3%A4r%C3%B0%C2%A7-2026-open
Hey, I'm looking for judges for my awards and I'd be super grateful if you could sign up!
@Pviscelle Hi! I would love to, but work has been overwhelming lately. I have barely been able to read or write my own books. Sorry:( good luck though❤️
And I imagined you showing up to my house with a boquet of flowers, a big, wide smile that showed you were the happiest man alive and eyes that promised they would never wander from mine. I imagined. Just imagined.
I don't want to care anymore. Let me move on. Stop bringing me back.
If hell exists, it is in my head.
I used to stare at the ceiling as I fell asleep, and dream of castles and princes and magical things. Now I stare at the ceiling as I stay awake, thinking of work and relationships and silly mistakes.
Ya'll ever get the feeling you're sliding down a slippery slope into an NPC life? An NPC life you detest it in all of its dullness? The one that makes you miserable, a slave to nessecity, while the world seems to be totally unaware of how empty it is? You spiral like a cockroach in the sink thinking about the next forty years of your life being the incarnation of home improvement ads. They tell you its good. This is just life. This is just adulthood. This is what they've always dreamed of for you.
In my dreams, you died. The coffin held you in its grip, and standing there in armour, I felt powerless to defeat it. You saw only my hatred as your eyes closed, and I knew they would never see anything else. I wandered the earth to find your ear, to find a place I could whisper that I was sorry. But the only place I found was my own mind. Im sorry, im sorry, im sorry. I whispered again and again, but only I could hear it. And this was as it was destined to be. As you were chained to the coffin, so too was I chained to my own guilt.
