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I loved how we got to see two different sides to each member, one as an idol and one as a person. It was really cool to see how they began to mesh together as the music video progressed.
The cinematography and CG was really well down too! The MV was strung together so nicely. I loved the galaxy and night themed scenes so much, oml. xD
The lyrics were beautiful like always, and the song itself was really pretty. โจ Such a nice song ahhh! ๐
Iโm lowkey highkey crying. :โ)
Cr. twoy
Heartbeat
I stretched down. Slowly. To not startle it.
The tree gave off a creak. Shit, I'm too heavy. I need to get the pace up a bit.
The deer looked around immediately, staying like that for a moment. Turning its ears around. But it relaxed again and continued grazing.
I hung motionless for that time, holding my breath. Even when it had already relaxed again. But I continued, stretched myself further and further. Suddenly, a drop of blood. I saw it right in front of me, falling down, slowly. My heart stopped as I saw it. Oh shit The drop landed on the deers head.
To this day I am unsure how long, or rather short, that moment actually was. In my eyes it looked like it took an eternity. But as I look back on it, the deer wasn't even able to react to the blood of drop before I had sliced it in two. I didn't expect my claws to be that sharp, but it was nearly like I just sliced through nothing. Like I sliced through the air. There was no resistance in the deers body at all. Before I knew it I was down on the ground. Standing in between two halves of a deer. I looked at both of them. Besides of other fluids, blood was flooding out like there was no tomorrow. But the deer, it was still alive. At least the half with a head. It all went so fast, it didn't notice that it died.
I bit off its head, to stop the suffering. Even though I'm a monster, an abomination, I'm a merciful hunter. There's no need for suffering, at least if I'm able to end it.
Picture The human heart by SkarlettFury
Music Heartbeat 60 bpm found on Jeroen Klap's Channel
ยฉ The Zero ้ถ Squad, 2013-2016
The sound of sloppy pussy being tongue fucked >>>>>>>>>>>
The sound of wet pussy being fingered >>>>>>>>>>
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I hear the beating of the hearts around me, Sweet is the vital pulse that gives us breath.
@cardioboy508 looked behind my bra and found my beating heart! Love the heart edit. Thanks!
For @alanaundercovers ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐
More lovely ladies filling their lungs with warm thick cigarette smoke & feeling their beautiful little pumps thump away deep inside their chests.
She needs a qualified nurse to help her with this! ๐โโ๏ธ
I have discovered that I have tachycardia๐ตโ๐ซ if you want to see more the link is in my profileโค๏ธ
Busty gal smoking a cigarette while heartbeat is being monitored by digital steth and ekg.
Thanks for giving me a heart and breath @cardioboy508 !
Since @alanaundercovers enjoyed the 2 edits I made for her, why not make another. This time, I added the breathing effect. ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐
Lovely smoking girls with stethoscopes on. Listen to their heartbeats while they smoke.
Let me check your heartbeat. (Confession - I usually wear an undershirt when working ๐ )
"You need to become my Heart if uh want to Understand my words.
Be my words if uh want to break my Silence .
Hold my soul when m Away.
You need to become my Life when am Dead !
Summary:
You've always been known as Flash's cousin - the hard-of-hearing person who's lived with him since she was seven. Everyone sees you as a kind, bubbly person who can keep Eugene Thompson in line. No one knows exactly why you have so much power over Flash and Peter becomes curious when you reach your junior year of high school. When you're thrown together for a school project, Peter promises himself that he's going to find out why you're so hesitant to reveal your home to him. A single assignment could lead to more than you two ever imagined.
Chapters:
Prologue
Extra Scenes:
Inspired Works:
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I think he might be trying to induce heart attacks. ๐๐๐๐๐
Omg the one with the sweater and the suit affect me in a way that just is incomparable with the others. Jungkook, what do you want from me dude? You go on live saying, โyou think you can handle me?โโฆ.
Um to that I say, dude, wait till you see the energy and how much life I have in me. you think you seen the power of Army and people with alcohol, well this sober person might be your greatest challenge.
Seriously tho my friends are low key scared of the energy I possess when I choose to. (Iโm mostly calm, so no worries) ๐
And the prominent
question man
is not in who
loves us,
but
in who returns
the love
when we offer
it first.
Meaning of words.
You said then
that
my love murders
you in a beautiful
way
and that you don't
think of an
existence without
it
so in that i
thought you
would go extinct
upon our failure.
But as time grows
all i have seen is a you
blooming.
Was it a lie ?
and my love
was totally a nothing
to you ?
please
pleaseย tell
me
and tell
the one
murdering you
now
not to highly think
of things for
all of it is
just a jumble of
words.
The problem was perhaps that I existed, and you existed. We could not overlook each other, yet all we ever offered one another was pain and bitter memories.
All the romance. All the dreams. All the love. we thought to give but never did, at some point fades away and we are left to settle with anything that works. In the end its only what we never wanted to become, to have, to reflect that we cheer with.
The heart goes cold.
The heart grows old.
The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous.
The heart loses it all in the end.
art by @kmcvisuals
I hate that itโs always me who starts the conversation, itโs always my part to show interest and then you just follow up later. I hate that I have to text you first every time and only then youโll remember that you wanted to talk to me. I hate that it seems like everyone knows you better than me. I hate that you donโt remember what we talked about even though we both had the best of our times. I hate that your friends donโt get along with mine. I hate that my parents always ask about you and then I realize there is nothing I can tell them about that really matters. I hate that I canโt stop looking at you. I hate that you cant even smile at me when your friends are around. I hate that we only connect when weโre drunk. I hate that I can almost remember every single word you said to me since we met. I hate that I canโt stop thinking about you. I hate that I dream of you every single night. I hate that youโre the first thing I think of when I open my eyes in the morning. I hate that my heart starts beating faster whenever I think of you. I hate that I canโt stop smiling for a week when you are nice to me for once. I hate that you are nice to me sometimes. I hate that you canโt make up your mind. I hate that I donโt get it. I hate that I recognize your voice through hundreds of people speaking. I hate that my favorite color reminds me of you. I hate that your smell will forever be stuck in my mind. I hate that you drive extra safely whenever Iโm on the back of your motor circle. I hate that you hurt me over and over again by flirting with other people. I hate that I canโt live a day without the thought of you. I hate that I get rosy cheeks whenever someone mentions your name. I hate that I canโt control my fingers shaking when I type a message into our chat. I hate the way I feel about you. I hate that Iโm in love with you. And I hate that there is no sign that you love me too.