The Tiger.

A wisp of yesterday falls into my palm,
brushing away the empty feelings of the future.
Cupping a hand to my face,
I feel all that I have lost.
I’ve never been one to cry very much,
yet in the reflection I see tears on a stranger.
Like blood in water, I have diluted my memories
To make them seem less important.
To make myself forget.
So tell me.
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"They're not scary, they're untouchable."

Personally speaking.

These boys are frightening.

Not only do each and every one of them have to be drop dead gorgeous in their own ways, they've got this thing about them.

"They're not all hot, but they all have this aura around them."

Aura.

That's what makes them so frightening. So intimidating. So ( Read more... )