#wordds

[modern-wilde]

i scratch my head everyday to write the words that my kids would quote the way i quote oscar wilde.

[wnq-writers]

love blinds all, someone either ends up getting hurt or pretends not to be

unconditionalloss 

[nefertiti-kinkyedges]

All my friends are getting out of toxic relationships and i can see instead changes in their personalities. They’re so much happier, more free and doing exactly what they want. I couldn’t be more filled with joy for them

[hopelesspixel]

Energetic Capitalism

It was a bustling household, and it always was. John was married. He didn’t know any other way to live. The coffee slimed it’s way down into his cup from the boiler. It smelled like energetic capitalism and John liked it that way. Down the hall Janet was folding laundry. The fresh smell of expensive laundry detergent consumed her and she cherished every moment of it. It’s how she liked to relax. And she did. In their rooms the children played freely. No plans or ambitions for the next day. Total wastes of space. Once Janet was done folding laundry she shouted for her children to come get breakfast. The aroma of coffee and freshly folded laundry wafted about the room. It utterly disgusted them. The smell of energetic capitalism was not one they were entirely fond of, and the smell of expensive laundry detergent only reminded them of the chore that had been prophesied as theirs. The parents and children were at odds in their taste. Mom and dad drank their dank coffee purchased from a big name retailer. The children drank freshly squeezed lemonade from their backyard. The mother cherished purchased product and others.  The Father had only eyes for his next dollar bill. THe house had been mortgaged. The kids went to private school, best one in the county. The wife liked extended trips to Paris with the kids. She knew its in’s and out’s. The husband recognized a full wallet on sight. “Its weird,” he said to his wife. “Mort… Isn’t that death in Latin?” The wife shrugged. “Because people don’t stress the part about death enough.” The wife shrugged again. She only spoke in dollar bills, except when it was stylish not to. In this case, it wasn’t. She was currently in an adulterous relationship. It seemed like all the best housewives were. The husband knew, but was waiting until she slipped in front of the family. He was happy but wanted a divorce. He didn’t want to blame anybody, but knew it was her fault. The kids were okay with it. Dad wasn’t around much anyway. His chase for a dollar bill made him absent. They had met the other man. He bought their silence with kindness. Mother thought that he “really got kids!” But she forgot that he was fucking a man's wife and that made him worse than a man who pursued dollar bills.

[underageninomiya]

i regret deletting all my older post on my tumblr. idk what happen to me back then when i decide im not going into kpop anymore. but look who’s back! im back here better than ever!

[underageninomiya]

my tumblr has turned into a mess mashed up of topp dogg + block b + madtown + sechskies +2D1N + some other random kdrama stuff.

I hope you guys dont mind :)