#all i know is listen to dream voice

[hunxi-after-hours]

if they ever make a dream town AD (probably not, it's so long skdjsksjd) I am hoping that they cast 金弦 as 沈霁月 because. well if anyone exists in the intersection of these two things, you know I'm right

[bunnihearted]

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[bmpmp3]

i do think its kinda funny when i see someone in the year of our lord 2024 talk about vocal synth music like its all gone downhill since like 2010 because like dont get me wrong i love a good niconicodouga-ass 2008 ass vocaloid joint BUT also like. the past couple years have had the most fascinatingly creative and expressive uses of vocal synthesizers ive ever heard in my life DJFSKHJDFS dont write it all off just yet!!

[nappingpaperclip]

honestly I’m fucking tired of calling my reps and begging them to care

I’ve been calling them over and over and over for the past four months begging and pleading them to speak out about what is obviously genocide

I don’t think they listen, most likely their underpaid interns got instructed to throw notes or voicemails out, but even if they do they don’t fucking care. It’s exhausting.

The White House comment line is only open for 4 hours 4 days of the week during hours most people work. If you’re able to call and wait for 20 minutes to finally speak to an intern they take a brief note and you can only hope they don’t immediately throw it out.

I’ve been doing this since I was a child. begging my reps to care about children being shot in school. begging them to care about my own schools getting bomb and gun threats every year. begging them to care about the fact that people don’t feel safe around cops. begging them to care about the growing number of people in my city becoming jobless and homeless and dying of covid. begging them like a dog to care at all about people’s lives and happiness.

I don’t know. I’m just fuckin’ tired

I won’t give up though. It’s not the only form of activism I do or the main one I give my energy to. I hope the same thing for anyone reading this. You shouldn’t just be boycotting and calling your reps, you should be attending vigils and protests and speaking about the issue of genocide to your friends and family

I’m just tired of people pretending like our representatives actually give a fuck what we think over their lobbyists and investors cause it is and has always been clear to me that they don’t. America has never been a democracy and if you think that you are deluded.

[suffercerebral]

i wonder if my ex best friend remembers my birthday every year the way i remember hers

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i have only been listening to russ's last 3 albums for like a week or two now and i can't stop

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 5

"I Hope It Rains" by Jana Kramer

[stellarhoxy]

not part of kpop fandoms, but i'm gonna keep it short and sweet.

If Garam goes to acting and never returns to Kpop, please still support her. After that horrendous mental beating anyone would be hesitant to rejoin the idol industry. She might not be ready or have lost passion or become too traumatized to develop further as an idol, or she could merely be enhancing her acting skills. Don't smear her if you want her to become an idol. Don't smear her if you want her to come back to LE SSERAFIM instead of acting. Don't join smearing her for any reason. The rumors have proven to be false. Believing in them now is just enjoying drama and refusing to see the truth.

Let a kid pave her own dream to her best effort. She will be struggling enough as-is. Don't make it harder.

[caifanes]

crazy good albums i listened to today

[dramagenes]

IKON LEFT YG 🥳🥳🥳

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

brain has two options:

either certain urges are not distractable and bad stuff ends up happening

or they are distractable despite the strength of the urges at the time and so I must be faking it

can't win can I

[keets-writing-corner]

I had my cellphone in my dream once. I was telling some person in the dream (who doesn't exist irl) that I can't call a person who died anymore with my phone because the number doesn't work anymore but I didn't have the heart to delete the number because I still missed this person so much (this was a very personal loss, I'd rather not talk about it)

the dream-person didn't believe me and dared me to call the number

instead of dialing noises, or the "We're sorry, the number you have called is no longer in service" it started making these noises instead

AND THEN THE PERSON WHO I HAD LOST WHO HAD DIED IDK HOW MANY YEARS AGO ACTUALLY PICKED UP THE PHONE

the quality was TERRIBLE super choppy, hard to hear. They were SO surprised I called them. They were like "How on EARTH did you manage to call me???" (also I lucid dream a lot btw) so I just "I think I called your number while I'm dreaming??" they called me so smart and then they just started crying and apologizing for dying and leaving me etc etc I wanted to genuinely talk to them but the call legit died before they finished trying to apologize to me

I don't know what I believe about the afterlife or anything like that, but this experience has HAUNTED me. Deep down I feel like I genuinely DID call that person that I lost

unfortunately, I haven't has a cell phone appear in my dreams since then and my lucid dreaming is high enough level to just generate one

but uh yeah... idk cell phones and dreams man, they have something funky going on

[maskedbyghost]

when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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hii!! i'm backkk!! send some requests plsss, byee <333

@daydreamerwoah @spicyspicyliving

[relicsongmel]

Fuck Ed Sheeran. Celestial was written and composed by Denise Hitoki sorry I don’t make the rules

[starpros-sunshine]

Need to do something about mindless scrolling habit but I am sooo tired and I want to keep mindlessly scrolling but also I want to throw my phone out of my window and regain my creativity and drive to do stuff when I was young and not constantly reading something or other on my phone.

[ghostkidet]

Something positive for this blog: I finished writing my prologue yay me !!