i don’t cry over anything much. not tragic movies or soulful music or heartwrenching books
i’m known for not crying over anything, actually
but when is see my nine boys up there on stage, with tears in their eyes, i can’t stop myself
would you believe it that suju is the only thing that’s made me cry happy tears in my life?
that’s how much these men mean to me.
i may sound like a stupid teenager. my parents may despair of me. my friends might not get it.
even i can’t explain it fully.
but when i see them working to the bone, staying up late, overtaxing themselves, all for this dream they have, of being the best, for all the thousands of fans they love, it gives me something nothing else has. they inspire me. they make me happy. they give me faith.
and no matter what happens, i can say this with absolute certainty
my blood runs pearl sapphire blue
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