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Unreleased: “Respiratory” written by Han & Seungmin

Time to fast for 3 days :) ( I just ate a lot of brownies so I need to reset myself)

me when i realize it isn’t the dryer shrinking my clothes, it’s the refrigerator.

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hello bangchan !

SKZ Toy World Posters 🧸

I.N의 퐁당로그 : Paris !

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"food is fuel🥰🥰🥺🥺"

DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CAR TO YOU SHUTUPPP

I made this shitty ass poem about clouds and wanting to be them. So uuuh read if you want (sorry if it makes no sense I wrote this at like 1:30am and didn’t proofread 😭)

-Clouds-☁️

I’ve always loved the clouds.

I loved them in all shapes and colours.

The warm pretty ones that evoke just as warm feelings.

The ones that people love so much that they take time out of their day to admire them.

The ones that people love so much that, they don’t just take time out of their day to admire them, they set up their whole day to make sure they can see them because they find them so beautiful and lovely to look at, they wouldn’t dare miss them.

The ones that cover the sky and can block out everything.

The ones that people worry for and are scare of.

The ones that also, while big and scary, carry life and share parts of their life with others.

However after a while my admiration for clouds became an obsession.

I was jealous of how pretty they were.

How much life they seemed to have no matter what.

I missed them when they were gone

I missed how they would float past in the sky.

I missed watching the sun peak through them causing them to look so ethereal and magical.

Eventually the obsession got too bad I wanted to become them.

I wanted to hold their power

Their beauty

Their life.

I wanted to look as light and ethereal they did.

I wanted to become them

I needed to become them

I could begin to feel the light inside of me turning into burning desire and passion, which fuelled me to become like them.

Then my light could finally show through

but I would need to look as light and ethereal as them for that to happen.

Maybe then people would love me as much as they love as the clouds

Maybe then they would at least take some time out of their day to see me

Maybe I wouldn’t be seen in such a meek way

People would see just how hard I worked to let my light show and they would be just as obsessed with me as I was obsessed with the clouds.

And I knew, as long as I still had that burning firing light inside of me, I would stop at nothing until I became just like a cloud.