⠀⠀ ≀ my dear, 𝒱. i spun satiny silver threads of moon dust stitching them into the sky to mark my gratitude for all that you have done for me as everlasting.
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ㅤ≀ bangtan as personas of nature.
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for the 10th anniversary of my grounds in inherent warmth to have trust in, my seven indulgent daylights, my silhouettes of tender moonshine.
happy birthday yoongi, thank you for being a constant reminder that the future is going to be okay. i wish i could peel a tangerine and share it with you
hoseok sees his companions with such indulgence in his orbs. that of the delicate rosy tuber of flowers yet to blossom, that of the sun that creates silhouettes of florets on your arms, that of blanketing your palms in your cosy pockets. he is trust, the care you behold wherever.
i’m utterly convinced taehyung is love in human form. if love was a person, it would be taehyung. i seem to be helpless to muse about anyone else in the world who is the personification of what love is, of what love stands for.
what is taehyung if not the tender romance in the bitterly cold wintertide, a loving person whose soul is effulging with fondness towards the objects of his affections, blossoms made flat with one book page on either side, endearment in all manner of kinds.
happy birthday taehyung. the dreams you have embedded in our souls still ray within ourselves, allowing us to beam more fully and to the fullest for more love, echoing your very being. thank you for being the loving shielding cloud that allows sunlight to rise tender.
i love jungkook so much, he is just pure warmth and solace. that warm person you muse on and every wave calms into an utter lagoon of tranquility within your soul. he is a gentle wind of comforting.