...and darkness I became

For everything I like because birds don't sing in caves.

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a cup of anxiety #1

for a week 

exactly for a week, now, i have been looking down from the balcony into that refrigerator from the grocer’s store across the street...wishing i could drink some coke...but what if someone sees me doing what i want to even if it’s this petty a wish.

guess i should stick to tea. i have tea-bags in the kitchen.

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I’m sorry I mean it I am. 

Please be Yoongi ‘cause you’ve ruined my life with this mixtape. 

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Cheese in the trap - The ‘imo’ Yoo Jung post

It is very creepy how similar I find Yoo Jung’s situation to mine (the friends-keeping-tabs-on-you one) and that’s why i say that his reaction to it (if indeed we have been shown the whole truth) is definitely ‘abnormal’ as people would like to label him. I do not pity him or claim that he was right in just standing there watching In Ho getting hit but i think it’s very much possible for a person to be stuck (or trapped) in a certain emotion - that for Yoo Jung being the last time he was being ‘honest’. It’s pretty much how Seol puts it - ‘You haven’t had the chance to be honest with people.’ and while i agree to the fact that 'We always have a choice' what it takes to be honest is what subjects Yoo Jung to the world as someone in the grey area - that something imo is courage. Courage is always grey because it is driven more by impulse and less by the system of logic. And, that is why i think Yoo Jung deserves a chance more than In Ho...because for Yoo Jung to decide to be himself around Seol is goodness knows how many leaps of faith. Must have been tiresome. 

I am kind of too old to blame the father...a parents’ desperation to have their child seem 'regular’ to everyone, most of the times, crushes the parent in them and i have accepted that...even in my case.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

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Cheese in the trap - I love Yoo Jung’s character...

Yoo Jung is one of the most 'normal' characters that I've ever seen in a drama. His reactions and the way he processes things around him are pretty realistic...especially to those who have a strong sense of justice and morals - as both rarely applies once we are grown ups. That conflict is perhaps what makes him look crooked but I think that's how people who haven't given up on defining the world into black and white (as was supposed to be but then...'real life' struck) are.

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It’s the ‘reality’ in Reply 1988 that hurts the most...

People like JungHwan are destined to the end he got. 

I have no hope left in me. This was too emotionally draining for me. 

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I'm sure this is a crime somewhere.  *___*

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Pretty lies with red pills under an umbrella of misconstrued empathy is fair

Grovelling eyes on red pills painted blue near the boat of burning truth is me

the others are invisible beaconings of black and white

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Chris Martin is beautiful.

Johnny Buckland is beautiful.

Will Champion is beautiful. 

Guy Berryman is beautiful.

Coldplay is beautiful.

My sky is full of them. A sky full of stars. <3

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 Other fandoms to us - Waiting for the next seson?

Sherlock fandom - Always. 

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I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN. 

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When Albion's need is the greatest...Arthur shall rise again.

Merlin bbc

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There is no sky, just stars,

Some are gloomy bright while others are blinding dark.

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My room's wall. :') I LOVE IT! <3 <3  Just need a Sherlock/Benedict Cumberbatch picture, for perfection. :D And also if only the background wasn't so PINK, but anyway...

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WHY MUST YOU BE SO PERFECT BEN? Waiting eagerly for season 3. <3 

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Faith: 02 Faith (Main Title-String Version) Instrumental

This musical score from Faith (Korean drama) is so heart wrenching.  I just cant...:') :'(

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ILLUSION

The clouds are below me as the sky is far above,

The houses appear tiny as I take a flight with the dove.

As the conceited Sun guides me home,

It stands in the way of this flying machine like the Colossus in Rome.

The clouds are stuck in the sky like dust-balls on a mat finite,

Then why am I between the cloud and sky when I fly in the infinite.

I reckon it is a dream as I am too cowardly to disregard the illusion I have had,

But what difference does it make, the people still make me sad.

Do I still believe what I have been told and preached about?

The answer is what I am not confident of as there lingers a doubt.

Can we never break out of the cocoon we have been sheltered with throughout?

I long for freedom as no one hears my mute shout.

Beyond the white yonder, the lucid aroma of the almighty,

There’s a world I believe, the counter,

This flying wonder is a proof the deity.