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 21/10 with 0 notes, 1 day ago

To be            alone

          without

                                               fear

                                               or apology.

posted on 21/10 with 0 notes, 1 day ago
posted on 14/10 with 2 notes, 1 week ago

Is this what we spend most of our lives working for? A poor trade-off, to be honest.

posted on 14/10 with 2 notes, 1 week ago
posted on 11/10 with 8120 notes, 1 week ago
posted on 11/10 with 8120 notes, 1 week ago
via j-eom org celestinevibes
posted on 09/10 with 2 notes, 1 week ago

I need to control myself before I get carried away. I need to force myself to be alone for a while. People can be figures of such impermanence, and this is another of those endless reminders to myself to never allow someone to hurt me again. Even if to be hurt equates to being alive. Even if you need to make mistakes to learn. You know that there are times when I am stubborn, when I will not grow from the shadows of my actions. There are times when I do not want to be alive.

posted on 09/10 with 2 notes, 1 week ago
posted on 08/10 with 14 notes, 2 weeks ago
128 plays

Rainbow99 - 홍대입구 (Hongdae Entrance) (“Seoul”, 2014)

posted on 08/10 with 14 notes, 2 weeks ago
rainbow99레인보우99k-indiekorean indieelectronic
posted on 06/10 with 4 notes, 2 weeks ago

If I could, I would let myself devolve into a single silhouette, like the one I once drew in primary school during lunchtime. I was seven, it was raining, and so we weren’t allowed to sit outside. An amorphous shape outlined by unbroken pencil, and to nestle in the empty space inside. To be simple and clean, and as flat as paper. I would like to be that, but maybe only for one day. Sometimes the things we want for ourselves are the wrong choices, but we still need to make them in order to figure that out.

posted on 06/10 with 4 notes, 2 weeks ago
wow such didacticismback for a minute and gone againpersonalproseoriginal writingright.
posted on 21/09 with 2 notes, 1 month ago

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

posted on 21/09 with 2 notes, 1 month ago
I agree I make no sense.
posted on 13/09 with 4 notes, 1 month ago
145 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, 1 month 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, 1 month ago
quotesali smiththere but for theprose
posted on 09/09 with 2 notes, 1 month ago

My resentment towards humanity is my only attractive appeal.

posted on 09/09 with 2 notes, 1 month ago
posted on 05/09 with 4 notes, 1 month 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, 2 months 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, 2 months ago
posted on 16/08 with 4 notes, 2 months 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 months ago
posted on 09/08 with 1 notes, 2 months 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, 2 months ago
proseoriginal writing

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

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