#82013

[leomacgivena]

なんでmolってあんなに難しそうに教えられえんだろうな、鉛筆が2ダースあります、何本ですか？っていうのと一緒なんだけどな

Xユーザーのるるるん転生さん

[nightmares-but-awake]

....I don't worship the Japanese people, especially that man. lmao

I wonder what will happen. I might actually like the song. I'm not into AĶB48's music tho. I tried to like it. It just didn't stick to me. (Which reminds me... What happened to MŅL48? I haven't heard from them at all. I'm not into them either. I'm just following them because I'm curious how far they will go in PH, whether they will succeed or if they will be overrun by Kpop groups. Most of the members don't even know anything about AĶB anyway... I have no idea what their future is.)

And I really dunno what to think of the collab. There are some issues arising and I don't feel qualified enough to say anything. I can only say what I think about the music, not the conflicts between J & K.

Up: 180915 16:10

[nightmares-but-awake]

https://www.vlive.tv/video/87662

WHY DID I NOT RECEIVE A NOTIFICATION

[nightmares-but-awake]

Well, Rev. already expressed some of the ideas in my head. wwwww It's interesting to get a perspective from someone who's somewhat out of the loop.

[prismsofmysoul]

The Contemptible Art

You endlessly rummage through belongings, and then end up not finding anything you wanted to see. Is that it? The contemptible art of disheveling things, leaving everything frowzled is one of the things I’ve never grown fond of. 

You didn’t have the decency to put things back the way they were. As I go on with the heavy weight that pulls me back from moving forward, I see the continuous disorder with others. I don’t know what to think, after seeing you with a welcoming smile and then stopping me with distrusting eyes, waiting to see if I was there to bring chaos into life that’s already disastrous.

— a prose for a security guard who checks bags and whatnot

[prismsofmysoul]

The Letter Q

A letter Q has been hanging on for quite a while now, a letter ever so carefully curved to its very core. It was part of a welcome message, I assume, which you prepared for me on the night that I did not go home. It must have said something near “I am quite in love with you,” or “The house is quiet when you’re missing,” I did not have the chance to see it, and did not have the privilege to witness you standing in the middle of the room wearing that nerve-racking smile of yours.

Now the letter Q has been screaming at me with ‘q’uietness, leaving me to ‘q’uiver all alone. The fact that you ‘q’uit on me is already enough to keep me awake for a year. Seeing your handwriting on a piece of paper pinned on the wall makes it even more difficult. People quit in the end after all, but you could have made it easier if you took your Q with you and threw it outside, crumpled and damp in the rain.