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Genesis. Chicago. '98. // snapchat: genesisomartin ; Insta: ggenyonce
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naramdil

a message for brown eyed girls 

yes, her eyes are blue. yes, every love song is about them. every poem compares them to the sea. but you, you have eyes of amber and onyx. your eyes are the gold people desperately try to pull from the ground. her eyes may hold the depth of the ocean but your eyes hold the magnitude of a black hole. your eyes carry a weight too heavy for even the ocean to sweep away into it’s abyss. your eyes are anything but ordinary. 

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*lays on floor and smokes a blunt by myself*

*becomes hyper paranoid* *turns off the hot water heater because one exploded on the episode of mythbusters*

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41. adoration

Genre: Mafia AU.

Content: Min Yoongi. Mafia boss who is a complete sap for his girlfriend. Lots of cuddling and touching.

Author’s Note: I now want a snuggly murderer to be my boyfriend. Also is this me putting off Rivalry pt. 2? No, no not at all why would you say th aatatt.

Min Yoongi has killed more people than he can count on both his fingers and toes. Gleaming black pistols, wooden and metal baseball bats, the bare muscles of his arms and legs. He has brought other men, and sometimes women, to their demise with all of the above and more. 

Infamously known as MYG, the lead mobster of a small downtown criminal gang, he was known to be ruthless yet smart when it came to murder; capable of luring in his targets simply with the look in his eye or the brush of his fingertips over the back of their hand. But once they were in his grasp, he became merciless, not caring about who was watching, whether he would be caught, for he would be so sucked into the bloodthirsty role that he played, his normally placid morale consumed by the darkness within.

They were criminals that hunted criminals, no innocents ever having a hair on their head disturbed by Yoongi or his fellow members. Of course, the public could never justify their actions, framing their faces with rewards for their capture rather than with headlines declaring them as heroic, saving the day with one less psychopath or drug dealer roaming the Earth. Instead, they tallied the attractive blonde man’s relentless murders; not ten, but hundreds of bodies were deadweight on his shoulders.

But no matter the numbers that were now just blood drying in the lines of his palms, he has only ever loved one girl, and boy, he absolutely adored her.

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