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Jardim de inverno

Às folhas secas e o vento gelado,anuncia o inverno. Consigo vem os dias calmos,e o sabor doce do chocolate quente. Dias cinzas se fazem lá fora,e aqui dentro a brasa quente se faz presente. Todos os amores são amáveis,o vício pelo café,o gosto pelos pijamas, aquele sentimento explodindo pela comida preferida,o sabor que percorre por todo o paladar,aquele cheiro bom que impregna no ambiente,aquele descanso no fim de tarde,ou simplesmente aquele colo num momento difícil. Tudo isso vem acompanhado de você. Sua companhia no café,usando aquele pijama com a estampa mais infantil que existe. Aquela comida preferida que fazemos questão de fazer,só pra compartilhar com o outro. Aquele perfume favorito,que se faz inconfundível em outros cheiros. Aquele colo,que só você tem. O inverno chega,e traz consigo um sol apagado,dias frios e cinzas. Mas você faz questão de ser o meu jardim de inverno. Aquele jardim que não perde a cor,que tem o aroma inconfundível. Você faz questão de cuidar das flores que há em mim,me nutre com seus cuidados e carinho. O sabor doce,e abraço quente,faz o inverno ser agradável,que se confundi com um dia típico de verão. Porque lá fora o vento gelado se faz presente,mas aqui dentro só dá você,um café quente. Aqui dentro a brasa quente aquece meu coração,protegendo às flores,que mesmo no inverno não perde às cores.

Exhuma

Jang Jae-hyun

4.5/5

Suspense, supernatural, mystery, Korean culture, history, geopolitics, WWII, horror

An intense and visceral movie about a team of afterlife specialists — two shamans, a geomancer (feng shui specialist) and a mortician — exhuming a cursed grave with a plot that goes all the way back to World War II, and addressing the legacy of wartime horrors wrecked onto the Korean peninsula and its people since.

This movie is extremely well-paced, without meandering dialogues or over-exposed emotions disturbing the unfolding mystery — from a generational curse in a wealthy Americanized Korean family to a vertically buried coffin, to a historical plot during the Japanese occupation, where the imperialist's shamans cursed the Korean land with a "nail" to break the country into two.

The horror in this movie comes not from jump scares, but from the cinematography of contrasted, atmospheric discomfort, as well as the capacity for evil found within human hearts — that it wasn't just the invading imperialists to blame, but also the traitors who aided them by betraying their own country and brethren.

And yet the awfulness from all that never quite persists, for the movie believes just as strongly in goodness and excising evil. The team cares genuinely for each other, and each possesses the nobility to do something greater than, and at the risk of their own lives. Through shoveling dirt, through pig and horse blood, through possession and hysteria, hope is also waiting to be unearthed.

This is a poignant and contemporary film with a very clear message from beginning all the way to the end.

Se eu não confio nem em mim, não esperes que eu confie em ti!

E esse é o problema das pessoas que são sinceras: acham que todo mundo também é.

O Caçador de Pipas.  (via renovador)

뱀뱀 (BamBam) - riBBon

first date. 

Finding BTS was really the first time in my entire life that I let go of the idea that I needed a romantic partner as motivation. I suddenly felt like I had a reason to live outside of the idea of finding one person. I could experience magic and romance and love and self love and hope and belonging with them, with ARMY. It was like coming home and feeling like I could let go and breathe again. I didn’t have to constantly strive and carry guilt around for not doing all the things I was supposed to be doing. It didn’t matter how much I messed up or what I didn’t do that day or what kind of image I gave to people. I knew who I was when it came to BTS and ARMY, the very best side of myself, and that was my driving force for every day of my life as a Baby ARMY. I’ve lost that now. But this is the first time I remembered what that felt like in a long time. I had so much self-belief back then that didn’t come from the idea of romantic love or from any personal achievement. It wasn’t tied to my performance or earthly identity. It came from what I believed in, what I cared about and what was inside my heart.

I think I need to find that again. I need to allow myself to believe that what’s inside my heart matters. Even when I have a billion pressing responsibilities, even when I have so many people’s opinions and judgments in my head. It’s okay to to listen to my heart even when it feels like I need to be sensible and mature and good enough as an adult. What’s inside my heart matters.

Burt Hummel’s speech touched me so much today. I can’t believe it’s taken me 14 years to properly _hear_ that. I matter. What’s inside my heart matters. How I feel matters. I don’t have to keep throwing myself around from person to person, responsibility to responsibility, chore to chore. I am a person with feelings.

Even if I feel like a teenager, I’m going to write on tumblr again. I’m not disciplined enough to write consistently in a private journal, so the teenage thrill of writing on a tumblr blog again will hopefully draw me back to listening to what’s inside my heart.

Não condicione sua felicidade ao outro.

"Kindness resides in everyone's hearts "