with everything that’s been happening lately, i hope we return to our roots and meet each other with care and consideration. happy valentines! if love still means anything, it is the deliberate choice to see the good despite the bad. choose well what you allow to live inside you.
have a good night. you will be missed. music.apple.com/id/album/nat…
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the cultural appropriation … and zero research ??? cause what the FAWK DO YOU MEAN HIS NAME IS IBLIS ASTAGFURULLAH IM CRYING LMAOO😭😭 anyways BOYCOTT NETFLIX. for Palestine.
i know your favourite part about me was how i never stopped looking for things i lost. just like eeyore. it’s because of this that i could never consider you lost.
just a heads up, but i think i’ll be doing a (slow) spring clean before i hit 600, because that’s a pretty overwhelming number… i’ll mainly be clearing out inactive accounts, old mutuals i don’t recognize anymore, and those i haven’t interacted with in a while.
relentless eyes bearing down on tender flesh. fingertips that never touched. sometimes, that’s all it takes for skin to burn. fever follows.
like odette, my doom is to be bound to daylight by rothbart’s curse. only in the night do i find myself. (and only then do i find you)
i feel weary. every day, my body aches from stretching across different points in time: legs rooted in the past, arms reaching blindly into the future, and a heart beating by the second, yet nowhere present.
no business was stood on today. laid down the moment i clocked out, and the sun had long set before i even got the chance to rep mine. (she is worn thin)
“here’s looking at you, kid.” is a line rick often says to ilsa in casablanca (1942). since there aren’t quite exact words for it in korean, the phrase is translated as “당신의 눈동자에 건배,” which means: no matter what your eyes may see, i toast to your pupils.














