animanga recommendation: shinsekai yori: from the new world
"in the mind, one’s consciousness is just the tip of the iceberg. what lies beneath the surface… the subconscious… is far more vast."
make me choose
↳ f(exo) vs. f(shinee)
[we make our own future]
make me choose
↳ taemin vs. kai
“Suppose for a second, that the rumor is true. That there is a special arrangement for Hailsham students, if they’re in love. Well, there would have to be some kind of way to decide if couples are telling the truth…So if we say that we’re in love, then they can look into our souls and they can see. They’ll know if it’s real love or if it’s just a lie.”
#throwback Q: If there are hoobaes (youngers) around you dreaming to be an idol, what direction would you point them to?
Lost in Translation (2003)
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
None of those things, however, came out of my mouth.
All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you.
A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR:
I am haunted by humans.
- The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
I am a millennial, Generation Y. Born between the birth of aids and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up, others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel. Sex, drugs, booze, just take away the pain. Take away my mother and my asshole father, and the press, and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back. Hell, I was gang raped, two days later I was back in class like nothing happened. I mean that must’ve hurt like hell, right? Most people never get over stuff like that and I was like, let’s go for Jamba Juice. I would give everything I have or will ever have just to feel pain again, to hurt.