Tuesday, there’s a false start. A mistaken understanding of time. Tuesday, we will wake, and walk to our normal places – our showers, kitchens, cars, desks – only to find the day never began. We will slowly notice an absence of all matter, all light, all time.
And then, as suddenly as we false-started, we will begin our actual day. And everything will happen the same. Only, because of our awareness of it all, it will happen differently. Less differently at first, but more differently later.”
Welcome to Night Vale
Episode 36 - Missing
yesterday was this blog’s two year anniversary and i didn’t even notice until this morning when i checked my email
so this is a little belated, but
i’d just like to say thank you for those who’ve stuck with me on this ride
and for those who regularly like/reblog my little poems
here’s to two years,
here’s to you.
“미안해. 수천수만 번을 말하고 또 미안해
이 좁은 방의 낮은 천장이 하늘이란 게,
내가 너의 우산이자 비란 게.
I’m sorry. No matter how many times I say it, I’m still sorry
That this low ceiling of this small room is our sky,
That I’m not your umbrella, but your rain.”
“Sometimes you had to be a little bit insane. You had to say, “Give me that. Let me do it.” You had to take things from the world and bend them and then put them back in the world, bent like that.
It had something to do with fear. You had to reverse things. Make the world afraid of you.”
"Insomnia for a Better Tomorrow", Tao Lin
wounds heal and some scars fade
i’ve been burned enough to know
that life is pain and life is pleasure.
wounded birds are not what we are.
change and pain are what we know.
we are survivors in a concrete jungle
and we have a better chance together
than we ever had alone.
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I wanna start over, I wanna be winning;
way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you,
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
walking home alone in the cold
listening to broken social scene,
although i’m twenty years old
i still feel like i’m seventeen.
Little Broken Hearts