I am not strange. I am just not normal.
Salvador Dalí (via quotemadness)

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@hsgijin
I am not strange. I am just not normal.
Salvador Dalí (via quotemadness)
June breeze.
Tomás Sanchez (Cuban, b. 1948)
Thought Cloud, 2017
Acrylic on canvas
Marlborough Gallery
riptide.
@daewonhs
(...)
He tried to shake the crab off. Vigorously, he shook his head to no success. The other crabs scuttled closer and he, in a panic, looked down the beach to the closest person he could see. When he squinted, Daewon began to recognize the figure and called out to him in an attempt to escape death by crab - without moving, that is.
“Son Gijin!” he yelled dryly, hoping to get his acquaintance’s attention. “Over here!”
Gijin sighed in content as sand grided under his bare feet, his sandals held in his hand. The rush of the sea filled his ears, accompanied by the cacophonous song of seagulls, the cries of children and the calling of their parents. Despite the loudness of it all, he felt completely at ease. His mind blissfully empty and his heart fondly light in his chest, he sensed that he’s finally found his place in this strange world.
His thoughts wouldn’t wander to the dreadful events that happened in Tokyo anymore. He could sleep at night without the fear of waking up violently, sweat-covered and teary-eyed from the fright that would make air get stuck in his throat, choking him with its invisible fingers. It was just as if the calmness and serenity of his first-ever home washed away everything bad that has ever happened to him, leaving only good things behind. Gijin smiled at his own thoughts. How beautiful it was to finally live just like he’s always dreamed.
But then- a voice, calling out his name pulled him out of his thoughtful torpor.
The male blinked a few times, the summer sun suddenly too bright for him to see. Covering his eyes and squinting a little, he tried to make out from which direction the voice had come from, or whether it wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him. And then, he eventually found... something. First, he’d thought it was some kind of rock that the children have decorated with a blue hat, just as if it was a real human being. Then, seconds later, he figured out that what he saw indeed was a human-being - it was Lee Daewon’s head, to be quite precise.
Laughter bubbled up in his chest as he jogged up to his acquaintance, one of his hands still up by his face, covering his eyes. “Ah, Daewon. Are you making new friends?” he asked as he crouched beside the male’s head, pointing at the crabs with his shoes and they flapped a little at the motion. “Are people not enough for you anymore, or what?”
midnight oil
@hscharoen — CANOLA, closing
(...)
shoulders shimmy as she’s satisfied by the bop and starts for the bar. on her way, she takes a rag from the small apron around her waist and wipes down a table, flipping the two chairs on the lips of the surface. once behind the bar, she’s then grabbing a beer from underneath in the small fridges. she’s learned a trick working at canola, and places the edge of the beer cap on the bar. with the butt of her palm, she smacks downward hard, the cap popping off with a fizzle. the beer’s fresh and cool on her tongue as she takes a taste.
“you want one? they’re on me!” (she’ll put a couple bills in the register later).
“bye-bye! see you tomorrow!” gijin waved lazily from behind the bar, a kitchen towel thrown over one of his shoulders as the last guests were leaving. the place fell silent once the door behind them closed and the long-haired male couldn’t help but sigh in relief. it wasn’t like the job was overly demanding, neither physically nor psychically. factually, it was one of the greatest jobs he’s ever had - he loved how social it was, how people of various walks of life would strike up conversations with him, how strangers could connect over a glass of beer and maybe even become the best of friends for the night. however, just like any at any other workplace, he was grateful once his shift was over.
walking around the bar, he began collecting the glasses, beer, and soju bottles and putting them on a tray that he held in one of his hands. “i don’t know actually”, he replied to the female as he took the last two shot glasses with his free hand, shrugging a little in response. “i’ve never taken part in a scavenger hunt before so i’m not the right person to ask”, he chuckles a little as he passes by the female, flashing her a smile.
it was actually nice to have someone around for the closing up shift. he liked to have some time for himself after a whole day of talking to strangers and tending to their needs. he’d usually put on some music, just like charoen did moments before, singing along to the lyrics or even dancing a little as he cleaned everything up. yet there was something about just having someone around, even if it was just to chat for a little in between their chores. and - what was most likely the biggest plus point in his view - the work that had to be done was split in half, so he didn’t have to do everything.
“uh-” he glanced at the female as she grabbed the beer for herself, pondering for a second or two whether to get one for himself as well before replying, “you know what, yeah, give me one too”. once she handed him a bottle, he clinked it with hers in a quiet toast of victory, for surviving another day on this planet and took a big gulp of the beer.
as he went back to his chores, he began to silently sing along to the song playing in the background before lifting his gaze up to the female and asking, “hey, did you think about joining that scavenger hunt? i’m actually kinda curious about those statues.”
“I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat.”
— Tennessee Williams (via quotemadness)
son gijin : introduction
She was a fighter, she was a queen
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Henri Matisse
Interior with a girl reading (1905)
I like the night, I have clearer ideas in the dark.
Serge Gainsbourg (via quotemadness)