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 28/08 with 0 notes, 6 days ago
24 plays

LeeRhan - 낡은 라디오 (Radio, My Friend) (“설렘이라는 것이”, 2011)

Throwback.

posted on 28/08 with 0 notes, 6 days ago
leerhan이란설렘이라는 것이radio my friendk-indiekorean indie
posted on 24/08 with 1 notes, 1 week ago

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

posted on 24/08 with 1 notes, 1 week ago
posted on 18/08 with 2 notes, 2 weeks 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 2 notes, 2 weeks ago
posted on 16/08 with 4 notes, 2 weeks 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, 2 weeks ago
posted on 09/08 with 0 notes, 3 weeks 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 0 notes, 3 weeks ago
proseoriginal writing
posted on 30/07 with 0 notes, 1 month ago
Das gr8

Das gr8

posted on 30/07 with 0 notes, 1 month ago
Lolhentai
posted on 29/07 with 7 notes, 1 month ago
205 plays

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

posted on 29/07 with 7 notes, 1 month ago
just musicswingsgiriboynochangripple effect스윙스기리보이천재노창hip hoprapk-indiekorean indie
posted on 24/07 with 0 notes, 1 month ago

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

posted on 24/07 with 0 notes, 1 month ago
posted on 22/07 with 1 notes, 1 month 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, 1 month ago
posted on 22/07 with 36 notes, 1 month 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, 1 month ago
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posted on 18/07 with 3 notes, 1 month ago

All that I am - an imitation.

posted on 18/07 with 3 notes, 1 month ago
posted on 10/07 with 14 notes, 1 month ago
255 plays

Saebyeok - Little More (“Rise From the Ashes”, 2014)

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You have to stand still for the world to revolve around you, and you have to stand alone.

posted on 01/07 with 1 notes, 2 months ago
posted on 30/06 with 59077 notes, 2 months ago

charlotte-corday:

I had a dream last night that I worked at McDonalds and I was behind the counter when this guy dressed in a tuxedo (with white dickie and tie) was snapping his fingers for a server. I went I over and he asked to see our “darkest red” and I knew he was talking about wine so I said “sir, this is McDonalds. The darkest red we have here is ketchup” and he had me pour him a glass of ketchup and he drank it while looking me directly in the eye.

posted on 30/06 with 59077 notes, 2 months ago
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posted on 25/06 with 61 notes, 2 months ago
945 plays

Haihm - 작고 하얀 사람들 (Small White People) (“Point 9”, 2014)

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I hate it when people say that youth is fearless, or maybe that’s just me.

posted on 25/06 with 61 notes, 2 months ago
haihm하임point 9k-indiekorean indieelectronic popelectronic

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

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