doreese

Tiny 25 year old Korean girl from Seattle who hates the rain. Yes, I'm short big whoop now get over it. :) *****images tagged 'doreese' or watermarked belong to me, please do not remove credit. Thanks!

[lanadelreylyric]

Summer’s meant for loving and leaving; I was such a fool for believing that you could change.

Lana Del Rey, “White Mustang,“ Lust For Life (via lanadelreylyric)

[doreese]

hey yallll

long time no seeeeeeee tumblrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. follow my other blog at 

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[doreese]

I drown myself in Korean Dramas because I don’t want to deal with my life.

[sunbathe]

[koreanmodel]

Jung Ho Yeon by JDZ Chung for Singles Korea Feb 2017

[apagewithaview]

[koreanmodel]

Lee Jung Moon - Alexis Mabille Spring 2017 Haute Couture

[the-movemnt-deactivated20170912]

#DontNormalizeHate PSA shows parallels between Muslim registry and Japanese internment

[flamingbluepanda]

REVLOGGING AFAIN CAUSE THERES SO FEW NOTES

[coup-doeil]

Christian Louboutin’s nudes

[koreanmodel]

Jo Soo Bin by Dean Alive

[pochacco]

[naturaekos]

[doreese]

anywhere but here

[nihilisticspace]

abled person: [treats a disabled person like a human being]

everyone: wow!!! you’re such a great person!!! amazing!!

disabled person: ??????????

[fyp-philosophy]

When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.

Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching (via fyp-philosophy)

[mardlua]

[doris-dayz]

I can’t write anymore. Not like I used to. I wonder how I used to write daily. I guess it really makes a difference when you write regularly because it keeps your writing juices flowing. 

I know I purposely stopping writing regularly after I got sick 4 years ago because I found it did more harm than good but… I do miss it. Because I still have all these thoughts, feelings, and ideas in my head except that now I suck at relaying them in writing. I thought halting my writing would stop all the crazy, constant, OCD emotions I have but nope- feelings and thoughts still there, and now one writer down. I can’t write anything quality anymore. 

Maybe if i start again? Just writing about my day? But then it’s so different now as a working professional… it’s just not going to be that varied of days as when I was still in college, or a hormonal teenager. All I do is barely pull myself out of bed, drive to work, work, drive home, eat dinner, tv, maybe a little reading, then sleep. Repeat x5. Weekends are so much more lame and mellow now too. Not much to write about when the most exciting thing I do in a weekend is get bubble tea lol. 

No crazy nights clubbing or drinking, no spontaneous adventures (at least not on a week day due to work), and definitely no over exaggerated hormonal boys to cry and weep about. The crazy clubbing drinking has turned into chill, relaxed get togethers with close friends with an easy vibe, spontaneous rando adventures still exist (or I try to still have them), but are extremely limited due to a combination of everyone conflicting schedules and lack of energy from the long work week. Instead, it’s a lot more planned events. Weeks in advance- sometimes months.  And boys? Well, when you’re 28 you kind of finally realize who you are, what your worth is, and what you deserve. Also, I just don’t seem to have the care nor energy to cry or chase fuckboys anymore. I think that’s a long gone pastime of mine that I’ve kissed goodbye (I hope. Knock on wood). 

This week will be great though because little brother is coming home to visit for one week. Haven’t seen him since the holidays last year. We always miss him. I don’t’ think he misses us as much as we miss him, but that’s okay. Because I’ll always love my little brother no matter what. 

Anyhow, I have to figure out what to take for lunch tomorrow. It’s a constant struggle every Sunday night. I end up eating out for lunch 50% of the work week even though I really try not to. Maybe one day I’ll figure it out. Tata for now!

[doreese]

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Rumi