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Pluviophile | Introvert | Bibliophile | Eccedentesiast | Nyctophile | Sapiophile | Atelophobic | 90s kid

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[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

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They simply never understand, do they? That sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

Charles Bukowski (via theliteraryjournals)

[arcanedemoiselle]

They don't deserve to be hated.

Fandom war is very common these days like it’s a normalcy and the world would be unbalanced if it doesn’t exist. It’s very ubiquitous, may it be local or international.

iKON, apparently, the K-POP Band I am currently interested into, aren’t spared from all these ballistic comments and have their fair share of nescient haters. I have been lurking around iKON related stuff for months now and here are the common castigations that uncouth and oblivious haters love to throw at them:

• iKON is overrated • they’re just famous because they’re from YG • they’re ugly • blah is better than them

Yada yada yada yada yada

Here’s a treat for you incognizant haters who only based things superficially, I’ll take the liberty of letting you know what they’ve been thru and maybe also try to make you have an epiphany, paving way for you to see those bunch of talented boys in a different light. I admit, yes, I’m a new fan and I haven’t been with them for a long time. I’ve only known about their existence from a close friend of mine who’s really good in beckoning people to watch something or do something. She’s got some innate skills when it comes to persuasion. Anyways, she had recommended some vids that should be watched when you really want and interested to get to know them better.

Here are the vids – composed of two shows but lots of episodes – that you should (yes, all of it is a must) watch:

• if you want to know where they started and really start from the beginning of their journey to stardom, you should watch WHO IS NEXT (WIN). It’s a reality survival show where both teams, team A (WINNER) & team B (iKON), have to compete for them to debut. The deal was the losing team will get disbanded. Unfortunately, with their blood and sweat being offered, iKON lost. They all got depressed, the angst of their future and the disquietude of getting disbanded were gradually killing them everyday. Thankfully, the fans pleaded YG not to disband them. This is just a short summary of what really happened.

• After a year or two, their CEO again put them into a survival show entitled MIX AND MATCH, 3 trainees were added to their group and 6 of them had to compete for a spot to be an iKON member. The show was full of tears and doleful moments, ready your box of tissues when you watch it.

I am not in the right place to urge you or compel you to watch this, but if you could just spare them a little time and give them a chance I can bet whatever it is I have that you would come to like them in the end. Nevertheless, if those two shows can’t really entice you to like iKON, atleast show some reverence towards those boys and acknowledge their ample efforts to engender and achieve what they have now. They’ve worked hard to beget and attain it; everything, their fame and their fans, was not given to them on a silver platter. It wasn’t spoonfed to them.

This post doesn’t only appeal to the haters but also to my fellow ikonics and to the fans of other groups. I hope we all remain magnanimous and judicious. Keep being prudent and reverent. Before posting some hateful messages towards other artists ask yourself first if your idols will be proud of what you’re doing. We all don’t want to be branded as warfreaks and fantards, right? Respect begets respect.

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“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” - William Shakespeare

(via the-random-quotes)

[thoughtsandconstellations]

For the other half of a fragile heart

I tried countless times to write about you. But every time the words start to consume me, they suddenly burn out like fire dying from the harsh autumn rain. For now, you are merely a shadow, a silhouette of a person I have yet to memorize. Just a figment of imagination — carved from late night thoughts, small flickers of hope and the patience of waiting for the right time.

[hplyrikz]

This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.

Marianna Paige (via hplyrikz)

[arcanedemoiselle]

You Matter

I think we often spend too much time wondering why we’re always inadequate. We spend too much time over-thinking and over-analyzing things.

“Remember, chaos and madness are self destructing, but over-thinking is suicide.” 

We consume most of the hours of our day putting ourselves down, so much, we also forget to halt and see that we are good enough. We are adequate. That we also matter. Yes, sweetie, you are good enough. Your existence is important in this world. Don’t spend too much time bowing your head down and closing your heart. Look up, see the beauty of the world you live in and see the beauty in you. Chin up, look, do you see the sun’s luminance? Do you see those stars? All of them are shining right at you. And the moon, do you see her? Do you see how mesmerizing she is even when she’s surrounded by darkness? You are indeed like that, too. You are a masterpiece. You shine the brightest like the sun in the morning when you’re in a happy mood — when you allow only positive thoughts in your mind. When you never forget to put a smile on your face. You are like the stars, even if you feel broken and feel like you’re engulf with darkness, your shattered pieces shine at every corner and every place illuminating the murky night. And like the moon, you have a side of you so dark that no one would understand, but you also have a side of you so bright that gives light and brightness to someone else’s life. You matter. You’re important. You’re loved. And you’re a beautiful art painted with your own colors.

[writingsforwinter]

for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

[arcanedemoiselle]

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

[wondersinthedark]

[arcanedemoiselle]

I hope some people will mind their words. Those innuendos and derision you pour at someone will bruise and lessen their confidence. You’re not helping them, you’re just making their life worse. Words are the deadliest weapon, it may not leave wounds on the outside but it’ll cut deep through the soul -- sometimes irreparable and will leave a mark until the end. 

[hplyrikz]

I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.

Robert Polito (via hplyrikz)

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“Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it’s the triumphant twang of a bedspring” - S. J. Perelman

(via the-random-quotes)

[selvaggia-mente]

[papakasalanpakita]

This is just so sweet. Not just “cheesy.” But this is the real definition of love. The boy is amazing. He loves the girl no matter what disability the girl have. Love is not about the appearance, the skills, abilities or anything else, If you love someone, You have to prove it. You have to be like, “committed” to that person. You will never leave her no matter what. I hope this is an inspiration to every boy out there. I suddenly realize that there are still people like this. I do hope so.

[staypozitive]

[cunninggreeneraven]

When the blood of your veins returns to the sea and the dust of your bones returns to the ground, maybe then will you remember that this earth does not belong to you, you belong to this earth.

(via dehanginggarden)

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