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Half dead, half alive. It’s the old bones. (1994)
- happy graduation my beloved sparrow hyong (finally your pics are up on the internet). hope you'll have fun catching up with your friends and teachers. we'll celebrate your graduation once you get home alright hyong. // tags @prkwujeen @prkwojn
- Because before the lights go up and the crowd comes alive, it’s just me in my comfy fit, the mic, and the music.
- Replying to @ninginin and @INTLWORLDrpwoah this is a lot. @jisungyxxn @yxxnjiseong @yonejiseong @haseongwun @blathcrzkite @sungwoorie @minyoent @hwargminyun @optimushwngx @ongthology @ongmeongwu @ddeongwu825 @kimjaebean @yourkimjaehwan @jaehawnn @JAEHWANK96 @DefDanik1A1 @realdfdan @realdefdarnik @Kxngniel
- Replying to @Jaybeomn@prkwujeen @woojinpcrk @parkwoodin @woozhien @w1_jihoonpark @PD101_JIHOON @parkjihoony @parkirjihoon @park99jh @winkdeo @daehwicutie @daeeehwilee @leedaerhwi @hwively_dh @Iaiguanlint @lankualin @edwaerdlai @edwarddlai
- Being on the other side of the world means that I can’t pester my sleeping friends when I’m wide awake, which is the exact reason why these mirror selfies taken this morning ended up in your possession instead.
- Another day, another boyfriend look. Savoring Milan’s air to the fullest.
- Tenacity and grit, resilience and courage. Even in the toughest of battles, let us all find the strength to keep fighting— Fighting for My Life.
- I hope everyone had tons of fun today in our mini & impromptu TS event for this April Fool's. Daddy loves you. 💙💙💙 ( @R4NGERSTEEN @thefirstxvii @_SVTYJH1004 @17WJH @svtxhoshi96 @Oneowoo @I7WJH @_THE8S @dk_is_deokyom @17skimingyu @vernonch_ @leechanyie )
- Your camera roll if you were dating me:
Your camera roll if you were dating me: - cute as fuck who’d I fuck?
cute as fuck who’d I fuck? - Replying to @JaybeomnHe hit send, then set the phone face-down on the console. The streetlights cast a muted glow against the windshield, faint reflections bouncing off the glass. It wasn’t too late, but the neighborhood had already slowly wound down.
