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Barcelona, Spain Katılım Mayıs 2016

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Palma - ⟭⟬ᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴮ⟬⟭ᶜᴷ@palmakuster·12h

@thvchapters Y el pan con aceite de oliva!!

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sophie@thvchapters·14h

tete enjoying his spanish food 🥺

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Palma - ⟭⟬ᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴮ⟬⟭ᶜᴷ@palmakuster·12h

@meiiszn Es que es algo muy grande!! Con lo rico que está eso!! Ya es de los nuestros

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emma⁷ IS SEEING BTS 2x@meiiszn·14h

Todo el tl de españolas revolucionadas por el pan con aceite de Tae 😭😭😭

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Palma - ⟭⟬ᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴮ⟬⟭ᶜᴷ@palmakuster·12h

@koosoobincore Nacionalidad concedida!!

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blanca is seeing bts𓆩❤︎𓆪@koosoobincore·14h

Mi niño flipando con el aceite de oliva y con el pan con aceite, este pide la nacionalidad

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Palma - ⟭⟬ᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴮ⟬⟭ᶜᴷ@palmakuster·12h

@Sunfairy__ ¡¡Esto convalida la nacionalidad!! Aparte que se ve bueno ese aceite, qué rico

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❁Vyper ₇ 🪭 ⊙⊝⊜@Sunfairy__·14h

Españolada histórica de nuestro Tete ahí fusionandose con la gastronomía más pura de este país

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Palma - ⟭⟬ᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴮ⟬⟭ᶜᴷ@palmakuster·12h

@CookiesAgstMilk @CCjo7949 Mi querida French Army: Siempre te he sentido cercana. Lamento mucho estas noticias. De corazón pido luz para los cirujanos, para que te operen con sabiduría, y serenidad y luz para ti. Que puedas recuperarte pronto. Te mando energía curativa. Estaré pendiente de ti 🙏🏻🕯🙌🏻🌟🌟🌟

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Cookies Against Milk⁷@CookiesAgstMilk·13h

@CCjo7949 I hope your surgery goes well! All the healing to you!

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French Army_C | ⊙⊝⊜@CCjo7949·13h

Dear ARMYs, my precious moots. This is a very personal post, not my usual chaos, so please feel free to scroll past. Before anything else, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the messages you sent me last time. I’m sorry I disappeared but I needed time to process everything, to breathe and to find the courage to write these words without falling apart all over again. And still, I’m writing with the heaviest heart, tears running down my face, while part of me continues to refuse that any of this is real. On Monday, I had my annual check-up. The previous ones had gone well, so even though the fear was quietly sitting in the corner of my mind, I kept telling myself that everything would be okay. But then the end of the day came. When it was finally time to go over my results, the two specialists who have been by my side through my previous battles entered the room together. And I knew immediately. Because they only come in together when something is wrong. They started talking and I could hear their voices but my brain refused to take in what they were saying. Their words seemed to float somewhere around me without truly landing. Until a few of them finally did. A new diagnosis. Surgery. No time to wait. And even then my mind refused to accept it. After the shock came the realization.The fear. Then the sadness. Then the anger. Then that cruel, crushing feeling of injustice. I cried.I was scared.I still am. My thoughts went immediately to my children and my mother,my family. Then to BTS, ARMY and all the purple moments I thought were waiting for us. But this is not something I can ignore, postpone or pretend is small. I have to undergo surgery next Monday, followed by a strict one-month recovery. And this is the part that hurts beyond words: I won’t be able to attend any of the boys’ shows. Because these concerts were never “just concerts” to me. They were light and hope. They were something beautiful to hold onto whenever life felt too heavy. I had imagined Brussels and Paris with you: the songs, the fanchants, the laughter, the tears, the chaos, the friendships and that overwhelming feeling of being alive among thousands of purple hearts. Among my other family.