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tagged:

#chinese



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vinhhamusic:

Teddy Bear Rises by 우효 (OOHYO)



tagged:

#haiku
#poetry
6-1-5:

a haiku a day (203/365)

6-1-5:

a haiku a day (203/365)




Played 12,537 Times

1jumpgc:

Just in case it’s not raining where you live, here’s the regular version too.



"The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you’re in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure." - Beau Taplin || The one thing I know for sure.  (via afadthatlastsforever)




Played 899 Times

classicalliterature:

Sibelius - Violin Concerto - I. Allegro moderato

David Oistrakh, violin
Philadelphia Orchestra and conductor Eugene Ormandy



tagged:

#Korean
#younha

95sal:

하늘의 눈물이 고인 땅

The ground has gathered the tears of the sky

-윤하 우산




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nujaishi:

都留教博、中村由利子 - 『ノナの星』

From Studio Ghibli’s short film 星をかった日 (The Day I Harvested A Star)



tagged:

#!quotes

"I am finding quieter ways to love you." - unknown (via ablazedays)



"I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selfies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages"
- b.e. fitzgerald