i watch this because of the plot. the plot:

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song of the day

gw adalah multo dan multo adalah gw

maturing is realizing both of them is wrong. on one side of the mirror stands summer: fiercely detached, averse to the weight of any sacred label, yet continually feeding the fire by indulging the very proximity she claimed to fear. on the other stands tom: blind to the flashing beacons, ignoring every explicit warning sign carved into their shared horizon, stubbornly pressing down on the accelerator of his own undoing. ​ their genesis was flawed from the very first breath. they were two souls drowning in the rigid currents of their own philosophies, entirely unwilling to bend. and the true horror lies in the quiet finality of their eclipse. they do not converge. summer eventually surrenders her hand to a stranger in marriage, while tom remains a ghost haunting his own life. clinging to the phantom of a girl who has effectively died to him, trapped in a perpetual, agonizing grief for a past that will never wake up.

YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SOUND OF THE WOMAN THAT LOVES YOUUUUUUUUUUUU OR WAS I JUST A FOOL ???

kontol kalo jd lagu bentuknya kyknya lagu less by olivia rodrigo dah

moral of the story adalah u harus berbakti kepada orangtua

geumjadi hidup lu enak bgt anjing biar jihoo jadi pacar gw aja

di ujung malam yang luruh, aku kerap terpasung dalam jeda yang enggan beranjak. kubiarkan titik-titik elipsis menggantung di penghujung doa, menjelma ruang hening yang lapang. sebuah palung sunyi tempat namamu diletakkan dengan takzim, beristirahat tanpa usik. meski kini sekat dimensi merenggutmu dari jangkauan jemari, aku tetap tekun menyepuh setiap lekuk huruf namamu dengan pendar warna-warni paling khidmat. kurekatkan sayap-sayap klandestin pada aksaramu, membiarkannya mengangkasa membelah langit, melesat demi menemui jiwamu yang kini telah melebur menjadi cahaya. ingatan tentangmu perlahan mengabur, menyerupai sketsa usang yang kehilangan ketegasan garisnya. parasmu kian lamat-lamat, namun sepasang binar matamu enggan pudar; ia menetap, kokoh sebagai satu-satunya dermaga pariwisata tempat rinduku selalu pulang. aku mencoba merakit kembali puing-puing hati yang sempat luluh lantak saat keberangkatanmu. wujudnya tak lagi utuh. penuh retakan ganjil dan asimetris, namun justru di dalam rumpang yang pecah itulah, remah kenanganmu kupenjarakan dengan rapat, agar abadi dari gerusan waktu. menatap kekosongan yang membentang, aku melarungkan bisikan lirih, seolah suaraku masih punya kuasa mengetuk rungu-mu: ”kalau disitu ada salahku, maafkanku juga.” aku sedang mengeja tabah, belajar mengikhlaskan takdir yang memulangkanmu terlampau gasik. kini, kuasongkan seluruh pekat rasa bersalah kepada angin yang lalu, berharap kepaknya mampu membasuh sisa sesak yang belum sempat tuntas kita bicarakan. titik-titik yang menggantung ini adalah bukti bahwa garis komunikasi kita tak pernah benar-benar putus. ia adalah jembatan niskala, titian gaib tempat aku menitipkan segala sauh rindu. dalam keheningan yang paling lebam, aku hanya mampu melempar tanya pada sepi: di sana, di balik tirai barumu, apakah kau juga merasakan getar yang sama? saat namaku, barang sekali dua, menyelinap di antara kedamaian yang kini kau sebut keabadian? akan kurawat jeda ini, sampai rumpang di dada tak lagi mengiri perih. sampai tiba masanya kita bersua kembali, tepat di balik titik yang terakhir.

​for as long as i can remember, ”man” was a synonym for ”villain.” in the architecture of my mind, they held the title of the cruelest architects of pain, each executing their malice in different, devastating ways. for me, that malice wore the face of abandonment. it was a father choosing to walk away, choosing someone else, leaving behind a child who had no choice but to conclude that men are simply engineered to be broken, reckless, and cruel. it felt like an absolute, unshakeable law of the universe. ​then, i watched Hope. ​when the film started, my armor was fully intact. i saw the familiar monster in the dark. i waited for the world to prove me right again... that men only exist to ruin things. and then, the aftermath stretched out on screen. i watched a father trying, and failing, to step into the shattered pieces of his daughter’s world. because of the monster who broke her, she saw a monster in every man. even the one who gave her life. i understood her trauma. i recognized that defensive recoil. ​but as i watched him, the calculus of my anger began to glitch. ​there was no malice in his eyes. there was only a devastating, helpless sincerity. when he realized his own face, his own voice, and his very existence caused her pain, he didn’t walk away. he didn’t abandon her because it was too hard. instead, he erased himself. he hid inside a suffocating, ridiculous Kokomong suit just to be near her. he became a cartoon character just so his daughter could feel safe enough to breathe. ​sitting there in the dark, my absolute truth split right down the middle. grief didn’t leave me, but it changed shape. there is still the burning, rightful anger toward the monsters, the reckless, irresponsible cowards who leave scars and walk away. but now, sitting right next to that anger, is a quiet, aching realization: there are also men who will suffocatingly hold their breath, break their own hearts, and wear a clown’s suit just to protect the piece of the world they love.

film khusus orang sakjiw (gw) #maybe #perhaps #mayhaps

pari island... gw kayaknya multiple times bakal balik lagi even tho gw tau ini SUPA DUPA CROWDED (atau grgr kmrn gw pergi pas tgl merah). suprisingly, disana yang overpriced cuma es kelapa. sisanya harga reguler. pantainya bagus tp sayang bgt karena ikut open trip jadi agak terbatas. next mau sewa homestay kayaknya buat 3 harian. beneran deh disini indah bgt. minusnya cuma di kapal ajasih. pengen coba kapal dishub deh nextnya. TERUSSSSSS juga kita tuh pinter bgt manage waktu disana (jujur) soalnya kita gak mau baru dateng lgsng snorkeling & lakuin hal yg lain-lain. instead, gw sama temen-temen lebih pengen explore pantainya dulu dan take a good pics! soalnya masih sepi (dikit) aaaaaand i do swimming while my other friend still exploring the island. cari tempat mandinya juga yg didepan ajaaaa soalnya bersih bgt btw. seru bgt omg HIGHLY RECCOMENDED. but i wanna try pulau payung (they say ada feeding shark) dan gw tertarik bgtbgtbgt.

history is usually written by the victors, but sapiens reads like a confession. harari takes us through the three great revolutions, cognitive, agricultural, scientific and exposes the heavy collateral damage of our success. the realization that the agricultural revolution might have been history’s biggest fraud, benefiting the species as a collective while making the life of the individual individual much harder, is a thought that lingers long after you close the pages. it’s a brilliant, sweeping narrative about how we traded our freedom for power, and how we are still paying the price for it today.

who is choking idc

to love, i think, is to speak a language with infinite dialects; no two hearts shape it the same way. our ways of devotion are as varied as the stars, unique to our own scars and longings. yet, beneath all those differences, we are all ultimately born with the same quiet gravity, the primal instinct to crave and feel warmth, to be truly seen by another soul. ​ it is this universal truth that makes man in love so devastatingly beautiful. the film captures a fractured, reckless kind of falling. the kind that happens when you feel like you have absolutely nothing left to lose. it follows a rough-around-the-edges enforcer surrendering entirely to a woman whose world is collapsing under the weight of medical bills and debt. every choice made here is a clumsy gamble. every date is laced with the harsh reality of their circumstances. is it rational? not even close. it’s foolish, messy, and perhaps even ruinous. but logic has always been a stranger to love, no? after all, we don't fall in love with our minds, but we fall when the heart decides that someone else's chaos is worth risking everything for.

they say there’s a thin line between platonic soulmates and true love, and this film dances right on that edge. to call miso and haeun just ”best friends” feels like a disservice to the sheer intensity of their bond. beneath the childhood innocence and the growing pains lies an unspoken, almost forbidden love, a quiet yearning and jealousy that runs way deeper than standard friendship. it's a beautifully devastating exploration of two people whose souls are irreversibly intertwined.

there is a specific kind of grief that comes with holding onto something that is already slipping away. it feels like standing in the middle of an empty room with your coat on and keys in hand, but your feet are heavy, rooted to the floorboards, refusing to move toward the door. “you remind me everyday i’m not enough but i still stay.” that is the endless, exhausting loop i am trapped in. it’s the bittersweetness of an attachment that slowly hollows you out but still tastes like home. we have mastered the quiet art of talking without actually saying anything at all and choosing a heavy, unspoken tolerance over the sharp, terrifying finality of a goodbye. i am beginning to realize that my deepest fear isn’t just losing them. it is the vast, echoing space they will leave behind. the sudden, deafening silence that follows after you finally gather the courage to walk away into the dark. so for now, i stay. i let the days blur together into a quiet static, holding my breath, hoping that somehow the weather will change. but deep down, i know the storm has already broken, and i am just so tired of pretending i am not getting drenched.

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