Blatantly, a lover of everything awesome. In Kpop; Infinite, EXO, U-Kiss, Bangtan Boys, B2ST, B1A4 and amazing oldies such as DeulGeukHwa. In K Indie; M Signal, Adult Child, Sogyumo Acacia Band, eAeon and countless others. In Literature; Haruki Murakami, Elif Shafak and many more. You will find an abundance of all these everywhere on my blog. Enjoy~!
His name was Huang Zi Tao. Huang Zi Tao had Bistre brown hair, raw umber eyes, and skin the right balance of olive and milk. He also possessed a smile of almost intangible existence, but yet one that was capable of plummeting through the hollows of ones heart and bringing forth a feeling similar to the one provided by death, only one of much more pleasure.
For too damn long, I’ve apologized to the men I’ve loved, for not being THAT pretty. For not being THAT skinny. For not being THIS, for not being THAT. I’ve said, “I’m sorry I’m not good enough.” Since the age of thirteen, like I say my name, it’s become the default of the question, “who are you?” I am so tired of beating myself up, tearing myself down. My body is not a goddamn temple, it’s the house I grew up in, and I don’t know why I keep trying to burn it down.
The truth is that mental illness can be deadly, and suicide is the end result of ongoing symptoms. Cancer kills when it spreads so much that the organs can’t function. Mental illness kills when the urge to die becomes louder than the urge to live.