Κ Λ И Τ Ο

❝ what does it mean to be an enigma ? 001 ✕ 002 ✕ 003

[wnq-movies]

I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)

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imxtape:

( sms ) see, i’m awesome. ( sms ) i’m nocturnal so we don’t have a problem with that. i really don’t mind roaming around the streets at night. ( sms ) just don’t laugh at me when i fall. okay, there’s a huge possibility i will though but don’t laugh!

« dylan :: sms » yeah, yeah, yeah. « dylan :: sms  » looks like we got something else in common then, sounds good. « dylan :: sms  » i wouldn’t laugh, i might call you cute though

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☆ + kinks or fetishes?

send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

::  — a c c e p t i n g ;

❝ Damn, you really cut to the chase. Honestly, I’m a sucker for dirty talk. It may sound like an obvious one but I think that it’s a lot more complex than just sayin’ whatever comes to mind. If you pay attention to what the person you’re with wants, or the person I’m with knows what I like to hear then things can get a whole lot more interesting. Dirty talk should be curated to the people and the experience, it’s a skill if you really think ‘bout it ‘cause not everything you can say would be a turn on for every person you end up bein’ with. So yeah, dirty talk. Into it. There’s my honesty, the rest of my kinks are gonna stay hidden for now, hah.

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imxtape:

( sms ) oh come on, you volunteered, that’s not fair. ( sms ) yeah but then there would be a lot of people who would watch me look bad at it but whatever. you gotta teach me. ( sms ) do you even know how?

« dylan :: sms » okay true, i take it back. « dylan :: sms  » not if we go at night which is usually when i go. it’s way more quiet that way. « dylan :: sms  » no idea how to teach someone but it can’t be that hard, hah. maybe buy some protective gear just to be safe.

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❝ FaceTime History :: @sunsseo

It’s not like he had been expecting her not to be defensive but the way she responded made him raise an eyebrow. He lifted his hand, using it for emphasis as he gestured it through the air, “I don’t get girls like you — if you didn’t wanna get caught then don’t get caught, otherwise you gotta deal with confrontations like this.” He took a step closer, looking at her like she was a child; Kanto lost respect for people easily and she was certainly testing his limits, “A wannabe? I don’t want to be anything you’re even remotely associated with, thanks.”

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❝ iMessage History :: @nayhelis

« unknown :: sms » okay that’s a good point but i honestly got no clue. i just woke up with it in here... wild night, don’t remember that much if i’m being honest. we must have a mutual friend?

[marci1900]

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❝ iMessage History :: @selcovth

« hanui :: sms » is that right? i don’t think i’ve ever heard of that before. wonder what they got against the oven, hah.

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❝ @penncho ::

« message :: kiddo » my music taste is the best. « message :: kiddo »  have you heard of this guy? kanto? « message :: kiddo »  he has some good music. ㅋㅋ

« message :: spencer » modest much? « message :: spencer » hmm... not sure. « message :: spencer » oh really? better check him out. hahah.

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☆ If I told you I'd share you my pizza, will you be my friend?

send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

::  — a c c e p t i n g ;

❝ Hah, girl listen — anyone offering me pizza definitely gets to be my friend. Any beer with that pizza? That’d be even better. Name’s Kanto, let’s chill sometime yeah?

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“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.”

❝ Coffee, definitely. Contemplation... sometimes.” He was distracted, his pen scribbling away in a notebook as he suddenly wrote down what the other had just said to him, “Sounds like lyrics,” he muttered under his breath before lifting his gaze and closing the journal. “Usually I’m up all night so I gotta get that caffeine kick, otherwise... well, I feel like a zombie. Hah.” He laughed mildly at his dumb joke. 

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☆ + do you believe it is possible to separate the art from the artist?

send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

::  — a c c e p t i n g ;

❝ Nope. Definitely not. Art is such a personal thing, even when you try to make it impersonal you use your own experiences to understand the experiences of others. Everything is interconnected by nurture versus nature. Sure there’s ways to be objective but art isn’t like math, it’s got subjectivity laced throughout its entire being. You can’t create without putting a part of yourself into it. Even when I write a song based on something I haven’t gone through I still see parts of myself in it because it’s how I would feel if I had been through that shit or how I felt when a friend told me that they had. It’s so hard to disconnect and I don’t think you should. The way that people experience art is through some sort of deeper, more emotional connection so why ruin a good thing by trying to remove yourself from the process — once the artist ceases to exist, the audience can’t really connect to the art ‘cause it’s empty.

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kantoe.

❝ Funny, but no(se).

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yeorisms:

“ Oh boy, never heard of a guy called Kanto! “ she lied softly as she shook her head with mock confusion. “What a weird name? I guess I gotta check his shit out. Ha~ Get you good huh….what kind of song is that? Give me a good bio before I check it out..” She plugged her earbuds in, scrolling through youtube on her smartphone screen.

It was obvious she was just joking and judging by his expression he was amused by that fact, ❝ Oh really? I’ll let him know you think his name’s weird.” He let out a small laugh before shrugging his shoulders, “I think you should listen to it first and make your own bio. Music is way better when you go into it with an open mind, no preconceived notions ya know?”

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imxtape:

( sms ) you sure about that? ( sms ) seriously? man, what would you do without me. ( sms ) i haven’t been there before and no, i haven’t. i’d probably look bad doing it too but i always wanted to try.

« ꜱᴍꜱ » yeah, pretty sure about it. « ꜱᴍꜱ » who knows. probably not get called at 3AM about a spider? « ꜱᴍꜱ » everyone looks bad their first time, haha. you might enjoy it.

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☆ + If you were in a fruit bowl, what fruit would you identify as?

send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

::  — a c c e p t i n g ;

❝ Probably a banana. I’m sweet but subtle. I’m different than the rest. I get distracted easily. Sometimes there’s a lot of me, sometimes I’m tired and there’s not much. I don’t know if any of this even makes sense but yea, I think I’d be a banana — and not for the dick jokes.

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☆ + What sacrifices have you made or would you make to get what you want most?

send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

::  — a c c e p t i n g ;

❝ What I want the most is to be known for my music and in order to get that I sacrificed the mundane, normal lifestyle. I don’t get recognized all of the time but I knew going into this that that was the ultimate sacrifice I would end up making. I knew early on that the smaller things, the stuff people don’t usually think about, they would be the experiences I might have to give up at some point. Right now it’s exciting if I get recognized on the subway or someone asks for an autograph but I guess you always wonder what it would be like to not have that. Maybe not now, since I’m still reachin’, but if I get to where I wanna be I’m sure I’ll have days where it’s a little overwhelming. At the end of the day though, a sacrifice is like... that double-edged sword? It’s that thing that you knowingly give up for the thing that you really want. It’s one of those moments where you could complain about it but I just sorta wonder why? If you gotta complain about it then it means you ended up exactly where you wanted to be — you made it and you’re lucky.