我失眠。 [listen to the voice of fixable faces.]



notorious.




sometimes i will write about you, whilst you read and think i am writing about me. sometimes maybe it's the same thing.



sometimes i listen to music when no one else is awake. if they are, then i share with them the ghosts that haunt my head.



sometimes i'll be there for you, but mostly i am gone.



this is not the end.

posted on 29/09 with 2 notes, 3 days ago

I sometimes punch myself in the uterus region to facilitate miscarriage, because my government is making birth control harder and harder to afford.

posted on 29/09 with 2 notes, 3 days ago
posted on 21/09 with 2 notes, 1 week ago

DNA is a lie used to cripple children into believing they are adopted.

posted on 21/09 with 2 notes, 1 week ago
I agree I make no sense.
posted on 13/09 with 4 notes, 2 weeks ago
138 plays

Big Baby Driver - 아무렇지 않은 듯 뒤돌아서서 그냥 그렇게 떠나버렸네 (Nothing Has Ever Happened You Went Away) (“A Story of a Boring Monkey and a Baby Girl”, 2014, Electric Muse)

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The idea that practice will make something more bearable is an outright lie.

posted on 12/09 with 12 notes, 2 weeks ago
Google is so strange. It promises everything, but everything isn’t there. You type in the words for what you need, and what you need becomes superfluous in an instant, shadowed instantaneously by the things you really need, and none of them answerable by Google. Sure, there’s a certain charm to being able to look up and watch Eartha Kitt singing Old Fashioned Millionaire in 1957 at three in the morning or Hayley Mills singing a song about femininity from an old Disney film. But the charm is a kind of deception about a whole new way of feeling lonely, a semblance of plenitude but really a new level of Dante’s inferno, a zombie-filled cemetery of spurious clues, beauty, pathos, pain, the faces of puppies, women and men from all over the world tied up and wanked over in site after site, a great sea of hidden shallows. More and more it was becoming the pressing human dilemma: how to walk a clean path between obscenities.
- Ali Smith, There But For The
posted on 12/09 with 12 notes, 2 weeks ago
quotesali smiththere but for theprose
posted on 09/09 with 2 notes, 3 weeks ago

My resentment towards humanity is my only attractive appeal.

posted on 09/09 with 2 notes, 3 weeks ago
posted on 05/09 with 4 notes, 3 weeks ago

Maybe twenty years from now I’ll be the girl (with the turquoise eyeliner that you mistook for green) whose name has become a smudge at the back of your throat.

posted on 24/08 with 2 notes, 1 month ago

No use in controlling and anticipating others when you can’t even determine yourself.

posted on 24/08 with 2 notes, 1 month ago
posted on 18/08 with 3 notes, 1 month ago

If it’s what you really want, and it’s not hurting anyone else in any conceivable manner, then what does it matter what everyone else thinks?

posted on 18/08 with 3 notes, 1 month ago
posted on 16/08 with 4 notes, 1 month ago

I think that, honestly, in the end, it doesn’t matter. We’ve been plagiarizing the entirety of our lives from already verbalized ideals. There’s nothing to look forward to except for the validation of things we cling onto.

posted on 16/08 with 4 notes, 1 month ago
posted on 09/08 with 1 notes, 1 month ago

There are many ways of spelling “Stravinsky” on your phone when you’re drunk and without auto-correct. You are not yourself when you lose yourself with intention. The keypad is incapable of recollecting the smudge of a fingerprint; your alias wears gloves and spills lies with each liquor exhale. Sitting loosely around the station corner is a person with a can of coins at his feet. He’s there every day and every night with a different face. Sometimes he is a man, sometimes he is a she instead. Sometimes she is a pile of rags you sweep away from your vision. Sometimes she is a dog half-dead, half-asleep, at the feet of a man who hoards sounds from claps and shouts he makes, begging to be lost into a world where the lost are saved. They are not you, nor the person you pretend to be. Give or take a loose ten dollar bill abused in the wind, you’re going to float in this life where everyone else flies. Even the weather has a purpose, but you yourself have none. Put your coat on - it’s six pm and the wind harbors August. We’re going home.

posted on 09/08 with 1 notes, 1 month ago
proseoriginal writing
posted on 30/07 with 0 notes, 2 months ago
Das gr8

Das gr8

posted on 30/07 with 0 notes, 2 months ago
Lolhentai
posted on 29/07 with 7 notes, 2 months ago
257 plays

Just Music - Hongkiyoung#2 feat. Swings, GIRIBOY, Genius Nochang (“파급효과 (Ripple Effect)”, 2014)

posted on 29/07 with 7 notes, 2 months ago
just musicswingsgiriboynochangripple effect스윙스기리보이천재노창hip hoprapk-indiekorean indie
posted on 24/07 with 0 notes, 2 months ago

With effort and if circumstances are favourable, you will stop feeling sorry for yourself.

posted on 24/07 with 0 notes, 2 months ago
posted on 22/07 with 1 notes, 2 months ago

You can feel alone in the presence of others, but what I wanted yesterday was to be truly alone in the presence of only myself.

posted on 22/07 with 1 notes, 2 months ago
posted on 22/07 with 36 notes, 2 months ago
what day were you born? - Anonymous

realhumanbaby:

Yesterday when I got drunk at 12pm and ran around the beach alone all day and forgot everything I thought I knew about being afraid

posted on 22/07 with 36 notes, 2 months ago
via realhumanbaby

I'm not sad, I'm tired.
I slept too much today.

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