7_You understand me carelessly.
Unlike last summer, which was only remembered as wet and dark due to the very long rainy season,
This summer was hot. I don’t hate the sun that beats down like it’s burning my skin.
The hotter the air, the more vibrant the attachment to life becomes and the better summer is.
Maybe it’s because it’s the season I was born in, but I tend to be more generous in the summer.
It was July, my thirtieth birthday.
Suddenly, I wondered how much of my birthday I would remember.
It seems like less than five out of thirty times.
You may wonder if your birthday is a big deal, but your memory storage is smaller than you think.
I have a desire to capture the birthdays I will celebrate in the future.
How should I spend my time next year? I’ll have to think carefully about it!
-.What if you are clumsy? I think being clumsy is pretty. The clumsiness she shows me is so pretty. Actually, we only want to show our good side. Because I think that would be good. But I remember how clumsy she was at times more than her good looks. Sometimes he says something to me and then feels regretful that he said too much, or he gets excited and then gets embarrassed when he says something he likes, or he can’t hold back the tears he was holding back in front of me. Every single one of his emotions and actions is beautiful. I think it’s a gift for him to show me that side of himself.
by unknown
-.It’s been a long time since I wrote a lot. What I write here is separate, what I write there is separate. Writing by hand seems to convey emotions as well. Things like thickness and shaking sometimes feel like my emotions. Even handwriting cannot be the same every time. Where will the words I pressed down go? Should I keep it instead of erasing it?
by unknown
-.
We held hands a few more times because it was a good season for walking.
Moving in and out of the border between fingers and nails
Walking along the palm alley with your fingernails.
Sweetheart, shall I give your hand a name today?
Love or shelter or excuses or blinders.
It’s up to you to believe that a weak stomach can heal,
To be naive, there is little that can be done just by thinking.
There are many times when being innocent doesn’t give in.
If we join hands
There will be no more wandering fingers.
Catch it and let it go, let it go and catch it.
Then, every time I step between my fingers
Adapt your chapped lips to life.
I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
-. flutter, flutter
With my heart
you misunderstand me
my long brown hair
Sitting on the desk of a smiling Chilwol
It’s scribbled
It’s scribbled
Dig, die, die.
To Hamburg
Waving to the departing ship
like children
Squeak
Like the world is mine
It’s scribbled
do you know love
I’ve never been asked that question on the street.
I want to trip over you
my legs
legs
legs of legs
by unknown
-.There is nothing to lose by loving.
If you always hesitate, you will only end up losing.
by unknown
-.You say life is meaningless, but why don’t you know that saying so is actually because you are attached to life? You say you’re bored, but why don’t you know that it’s because you long for a life without boredom?
by wldb (blogger)
-.It is a time without romance. It would be better if it were black and white, but the world is in primary colors. It’s hard to keep up without knowing what I’m doing, and it’s better to fall into a dreamless sleep when I’m crying silently. However, I will practice capturing my little romance in every moment of my life and live it carefully. Listening to music, drawing, writing and drinking a strong cup of coffee. Taking a picture when you see the sky as you pass by, stopping by a flower shop to buy a bunch of freesia and having dinner with you is the romance I love.
by Choi Yujin (other person)
-.Dogs are angels. The only bad thought in the dog’s head is how he will steal the treat his owner is holding.
by unknown
-.Someone once said that becoming an adult means becoming happier giving gifts than receiving them. Well, it is true that the joy of giving increases day by day, but I still much prefer receiving gifts. Rather than simply being happy that a material item came into my possession, I like the time the other person had to think about giving me this gift. A gift is an expression of consideration for the person’s tastes, the person’s trivial habits, and the invisible feelings of the person’s unintentionally uttered words that are given form. That’s why I like giving and receiving gifts. This is why I am happier with a gift that suits my taste rather than a gift that the other person wants to give, an expensive gift, or a ceremonial gift. How much time did they take me into consideration before choosing this as a gift?
by Shuttu (blogger)