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seungcake · 7 months
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“Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.”
— Don Miguel Ruiz
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seungcake · 7 months
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The first time our eyes met across a crowded room, it was not love at first sight. Love did not grab me by the throat. Instead when I looked at you, I saw the flowers in the meadow I used to play in as a child. What I mean to say is, every time I think of you, I remember the safest, most sacred place I ever knew. Every time I touch you, my whole body blossoms with wildflowers.
Nikita Gill
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seungcake · 7 months
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“My biggest regrets in life are being too damn nice, apologizing when I didn’t do anything wrong, and making unworthy people a priority.”
— Unknown
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seungcake · 7 months
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ay putangina mo ka
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seungcake · 7 months
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“How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”
— blossomfully
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seungcake · 9 months
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i have grown immune to the feeling of losing people that i don't think i'll ever shed a tear again for someone letting go of something i've always wanted to get rid of. i've grown immune to it, maybe i do. maybe it's pure jealousy. i think i've forgot to be something i can be. ajax, offer still stands, keep my coffee warm.
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seungcake · 11 months
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pg. 01 thinner, lilies, and ponders. ᯇ 𓂂 ׄׄ ✧
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pg. 01 of the book that mimics the delusion “ ???? ” 🗞️ ᵔᴗᵔ⠀ ⠀: monologue
My room stinks of the paints and other art materials that lay around, and I’m here squatting as I think of how to start cleaning. I’m not a big fan of cleaning because I like to leave traces of myself now, but it’s boring today, that’s why I thought it would be nice to clean some of my stuff, but look, I don’t know where to start. I can pick up the brushes or wet cloths I use to dry them off, but putting away the clean canvases first would make more sense because we can’t afford to ruin them while cleaning other stuff. But again, I’m conflicted because when we tidy up, we usually put away the small things first. You see, I’m a very clouded mind person. This should be my last problem to solve, but at the same time, worrying about the tiniest things is out of my control.
So here's the thing, I’ve been thinking, why was there a need to create different types of frogs? I know they are relevant to keep the ecosystem alive— they have their purposes, but allowing such creatures to live in the same space as us is just unacceptable. In my case, I live nearby a lake, and so are frogs. Every night, instead of falling asleep to the sound of crickets, I pass out listening to a bunch of frogs thinking they’re in a choir. It’s just— “Min, you’ve never told me why you moved here with your brother,” Jeongin butted in— distracting me from my train of thought. He’s right. Why am I here? To be honest? I don’t know, and I don’t think I’ll ever know.
“Why do you think so, Yeni?” I asked back a few moments later after I left his question hanging. Jeongin is the first friend I made in this town— perhaps, the first and only friend I’ll ever make. It’s a little silly how we were just strangers a few months before, and now I feel like he knows me more than I could ever know myself. He’s a very nice guy, a blithesome soul who seems to not get sad. I think he’s the complete opposite of me, who brings the most saturnine in people when stuck in a room. I’m genuinely bewildered by how fast we clicked. We’re so different, but we’re somehow so close to being alike.
“I think you’re here for more than what we expect. Don’t you find it strange? Why are you here when you have made no memories here?” And he’s right. What is even good in this town aside from the peace it brings me? Other than the quiet nights, there’s nothing else in this town. There’s nothing else that matters to me in this town.
Sometimes I like to think that maybe I’m here because I am meant to be here, or maybe because I’ve always wanted to runaway and my brother’s just doing me a favor. We could even say that maybe I’m here because. I need to be hidden from things we call ‘memory’.
There are infinite what-ifs to the question of why am i here, but until today, I still couldn’t figure out the right answer.
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seungcake · 11 months
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pg. 01 thinner, lilies, and ponders. ᯇ 𓂂 ׄׄ ✧
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pg. 01 of the book that mimics the delusion “ ???” 🗞️ ᵔᴗᵔ⠀ ⠀:
What do you call someone whose mind is so clouded all the time? In this town, they call it Seungmin. He’s an artist, and that’s the only thing they know about him. He moved here four months ago with his brother Chan, who used to be a legal counselor in this town. Rumor has it that they were sent here because their parents were a big junkie that they had to hide from the authorities. But the truth is, they’re just here to prevent Seungmin from potentially killing himself again— and his mind is not clouded every time, he just lost his memories which made him a little out of it sometimes.
Just like today, he decided to clean his bedroom, which also happens to be his workroom as an artist. But as usual, his mind kept wandering off. He’s squatting in the middle of his room, deciding how to start. His room is a mess, and so is his mind, but he did it to himself.
Without a doubt, he was distracted and never ended up cleaning his room. But instead, he’s now hanging out with his only friend in town, whom we call Jeongin. He’s only months younger than Seungmin, but guess who’s naming all the lilies that float in the pond now? Jeoning thinks Seungmin is a kindred spirit, but at the same time, he’s also so different from everyone else in this town. “Min, you’ve never told me why you moved here with your brother,” he asked as he joined the other. Seungmin couldn’t answer so he just gave him a shoulder like he always does.
Seungmin is scared to tell anyone why because he doesn’t know the answers to all his lining questions. Was it only because he needed time to recover? if so, wouldn’t it be better to do it in the place where he made all his memories from? If it’s confusing to Seungmin who barely knows himself, what more to people who just know him by his name.
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seungcake · 11 months
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seungmin died his hair orange this pride month for me. he's a lesbian protector. he texted me. he told me personally.
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seungcake · 11 months
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i dont know why my head's wandering off everywhere tonight. i slept the whole day, i should be able to function properly, eh?
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seungcake · 11 months
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You should feel proud of your writing.
You shouldn't cringe when you reread your own writing. Cringe culture, especially in writing, is so overrated. Love your writing. Remind yourself what made you so passionate about your WIPs to start with.
You'll be surprised how much more motivated you feel to write when you allow yourself to space to actually be proud of and love what you're doing.
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seungcake · 11 months
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seungcake · 11 months
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It was summer of 2015 when I realized I can breathe underwater.
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         (☆^ー^☆)   ⊹  artist .   kim seungmin, 2000.  🎧   ໑  ׂ  
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Jordi.
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seungcake · 11 months
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pg. 00  dead leaves, trails, and strays. ᯇ 𓂂 ׄׄ  ✧
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pg.   00  of the book that mimics the delusion “ ??? ”        🗞️ ᵔᴗᵔ⠀ ⠀:
Every day I start my day by waking up to the noise of my old neighbor who thought it is cool to blast her metal records as early as 4 am. Then it’s followed with me being greeted by my dogs, who did nothing the whole night but piss all over the floor. After cleaning, I’ll continue my day by either making breakfast if I’m feeling giddy or hungry, but most of the time, it’s just me and my coffee— stunned and amused by the fact that it’s another day again that I have to live. Everything is hectic in my everyday life, but I wish for it to stay that way because I can’t afford to get used to new things again. I hate noise, and wet floors, and I most definitely hate having breakfast alone. But I also hate changes, so maybe that’s why I hated this life so much. Maybe I hate this life because this was never the life that I’d lived before. Maybe I hate it, but what are my choices, really?
I am Jordi and I live in a small and quiet yet so deafening town. Not really that small, but I love telling people I live in a small town because it’s much more romantic. I love romanticizing things because I have nothing to do with life. I make art though, that city people buy. They love my art; they love supporting locals, as they say. I love it because with just a brush stroke here, a brush stroke there, I’m able to help just as much I wanted to help myself.
My life. My life that I don’t have any idea why I’m living, but I’m here anyway. I am here, living my life.
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seungcake · 11 months
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restarting Tumblr is like being reborn. i hate it but i can’t stop doing it anyway.
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