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@danielions
500 Days Of Summer 😍
Is this poem and Poet fictitious? Google only finds your quote from "an independent organ." Is there a Gonchunagon Atsutda?
It's from Haruki Murakami's short stories "Men Without Women"
Hello~ Not sure if you are still using this but I wanted to thank you for the introduction to Daniel Caesar. Thank you.
Ahhh he's so talented!!! I'm so glad you found him through me
Hey I love your playlists! Your videos just makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. I'm just going through a lot right now and I just always listen to your playlists day and night. I have a question, if I want to start making these playlists of my own also. Do you ask the artist for permission for each song or do you post just for fun even though its going to get flagged.
Yeah I try to ask permission from all the artists I post but a lot of the artists who I post on my "best of 201X" are too big to respond :(
What started as an impromptu trip to Houston to see one of my favourite artists perform live in concert turned into an absolutely unforgettable experience. Learning the ins and outs of the music industry, having deep conversations with people I've just met but heavily respect, and being recognized by several danielions fans/subs (and posing for pictures lollll) was sincerely one of the highlights of my life. So thankful for everything that aligned to make this happen. I feel like I've developed some true friendships and can't wait to see how things pan out in the future. This hopefully won't be the last time I visit H-Town! (Also the Rothko Chapel was freaking amazing.) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtbfWWFgwIFjiOqCJnfHNyBu-8Sm152dSK3XZQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ah74plqogolp
Lofibaby - Or (ft. YESEO)
put it on shuffle :)
danielions on spotify~
Really, really liking this playlist so far! I also have a k-r&b and hiphop playlists you can check out here
make more art. write bad poetry. paint and make a mess. take pictures of your friends, your dog, nature, everything. make art and love it; not because its good but because it makes you happy. make an imprint on the world.
in the sky 2018
Listen on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5TfGMgtbj2pU60Hk7DT5Yb drank too much got the sickness pray to god and his son for forgiveness same crew but another mistress every day every night getting wasted but i miss you what did i do fuck it up, laugh it off and i lost you if i pull through is it too soon turn it up, close my eyes, and im with you
yo marvin stop calling sad iverson is ballin in the corner of a room by himself you are nothing but an empty shell every night he going down to hell fake love in a shit hotel can’t believe how far he fell you weak on the floor so you call her cell “how you been” “how you doing” u been good i been drinking way too much you think that id be over u over u over u (8 calls, all you) but i think about it everyday yeah i never missed her anyways yeah i never missed her anyways
call me up stay over and we’ll call it love don’t matter if it fucks me up the alcohol is not enough
fuck pride and the other guy i cried i don’t remember why tonight ima try to hide no slide get frostbite 8 calls, all you 8 ball, all you yeah i never missed her anyways yeah i never missed her anyways
Sobbing near the dry goods, I ask myself, “Am I even Korean anymore if there’s no one left in my life to call and ask which brand of seaweed we used to buy?”
Legit got teary-eyed.
Within the past five years, I lost both my aunt and mother to cancer. So, when I go to H Mart, I’m not just on the hunt for cuttlefish and three bunches of scallions for a buck; I’m searching for their memory. I’m collecting the evidence that the Korean half of my identity didn’t die when they did. In moments like this, H Mart is the bridge that guides me away from the memories that haunt me, of chemo head and skeletal bodies and logging milligrams of hydrocodone. It reminds me of who they were before: beautiful and full of life, wiggling Chang Gu honey-cracker rings on all ten of their fingers, showing me how to suck a Korean grape from its skin and spit out the seeds.
Simon’s Biggest Hype Man = Mom & Dad
A wrong turn led me to a field of flowers and suddenly I’m second guessing every wrong turn in my life.
Every wrong turn has led me to where I am currently, and I am happy as hell, so were they really wrong turns?
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda (via danielions)
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기일 (忌日)
버려야 할 물건이 많다 집 앞은 이미 버려진 물건들로 가득하다
죽은 사람의 물건을 버리고 나면 보낼 수 있다 죽지 않았으면 죽었다고 생각하면 된다 나를 내다 버리고 오는 사람의 마음도 이해할 것만 같다
한밤중 누군가 버리고 갔다 한밤중 누군가 다시 쓰레기 더미를 뒤지고 있다
창밖 가로등 아래 밤새 부스럭거리는 소리
- 강성은, 단지 조금 이상한
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there is much to throw out already-abandoned objects are filling the front of the house
you can let of someone who has died after throwing out their things if they have not died, just think that the have I think I understand those who throw me out
someone has abandoned* in the middle of the night someone is rummaging through the pile of garbage in the middle of the night
all night, beneath the streetlamp outside the window the sound of rustling
- by Kang Sung-Eun, from Just a Little Strange
* the poet intentionally does not clarify exactly what has been thrown out.