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yun shivers as his bare skin meets the ice cold pool water. it's a welcome feeling, simultaneously refreshing his senses and shocking the sleepiness from his body. sure, it was already well into the afternoon, but he had worked extra hours yesterday so the lack of sleep was getting to him. he's also been too busy lately to go to the beach, so the pool was going to have to do.
the sight of light filtering in through the water greets his eyes as he finally takes a peek--a gorgeous view as always. the muted swishing and rumbling fills an otherwise silent world, and yun takes a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet.
his feet finally reach the bottom of the deep end, touching down gently as he lets out another string of bubbles to stabilize. he has good lung capacity as a singer, but a couple of seconds pass and his chest starts feeling tight.
resurfacing should be an easy task, but when yun moves to kick off the pool floor, he's just a little far off, causing his foot to stretch just a little too far. pain immediately streaks up his leg as his eyes widen in shock. it takes all his willpower to not inhale right there and then. his instincts kick in and it's a slow and desperate crawl to the surface with his remaining three limbs, floundering like a fool in the water, but appearances are the last thing on his mind right now. oh god, someone help.
A flag I made for electrical engineering using Pages.
from /r/vexillology Top comment: Welcome to the land of FULL BRIDGE RECTIFIAAAAAAAAA
can you link us to any connection/muse pages?
sure thing ! i tried to narrow it down to my ten favorites & included some themes with muse tabs because those are my favorite spots to put connections on a muse’s blog. let me know if u’d like some more options & i’ll give it another go !
angus by glcssiers (muse page)
instagram by rpgizmos (instagram page, but i think it’d be a cool way to show off your connections!)
friends by redjamies (muse page)
sleep by redjamies (muse page, standard layout)
cher by stevenhyd (muse page, would be cool 2 show social media interactions btwn muses!!)
good evening by khevinday (muse page, would also b cool for social media things!)
jungwoo by khevinday (single muse page w/ spot for connections)
this pack by scftlcves (muse pages)
dalia by jinsoouls (theme w/ muses tab!!!)
conversations by redjamies (theme w/ muses tab!!)
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from this : things you forgot to say
1. what was i?
he’s nothing but a figure made of smoke and shoes. she doesn’t know why she becomes fascinated, or why she opens her mouth in the first place, but her heart’s always been a step ahead of her mind. it isn’t infatuation– she’s just curious. he’s an enigma. an unknown variable.
(she never quite figures him out, but when he finally smiles, she thinks it’s a step closer.)
2. where were you?
it begins at the rooftop, that violet-eyed sky. at some point it becomes nothing more than a notion. he’s late night calls now, curtains pulled open, a picture, then several more.
i won’t keep you, kid.
she hangs up first. he tells her to.
(sleep comes much, much later.)
3. what were you?
at some point the calls stop. she doesn’t push it; doesn’t give it a second thought. the rooftop is vacant. it has been for months, and slowly but surely she learns to fall asleep without the phone in her hand or a sunrise in another city. the door’s locked now- no unauthorized trespassing, reads the sign. she almost asks him if he knows about it, but the thought’s quickly forgotten. no time to daydream, they say, and she means to say that it’s not daytime she’s thinking of, but dusk.
in the end, he’s still smoke and shoes, a lazy smile.
(in the end, it’s all she has.)

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I. ~~ Clip from the Public Access TV show "Eternity's Pillar", featuring Alice Coltrane~~ Castanets vs. Ero -Celestial Dub ~~ Clip from an interview with Alejandro Jordowsky~~ Hintermass - The Rituals of Reversal ~~Clip from a BBC interview with Carl Jung~~ Espers - Flowery Noontide Smog - Palimpset Bonnie "Prince" Billy - All The Trees of the Field will Clap their Hands
II. Boards of Canada - Dandelion ~~Clip from the film "Sans Soleil"~~ Forest Swords - Rattling Cage Disco Inferno - Summer's Last Sound ~~Clip from the film "Beaches of Agnes"~~ Lee (Asano + Ryuhei) - Mudita Dorian Concept - Mesh Beam Splitter
III. ~~Clip from the film "Wings of Desire"~~ Alice Coltrane - Radhe-Shyam Carl Orff - Berceuse (Menschen und Wind) ~~Clip from the film "Wings of Desire"~~ Christopher Tophill - The Song of the Shadows John Cage - Round Popol Vuh - Ah! The Focus Group - Starry Wisdom
IV. ~~Clip from the film "A Taste of Cherry"~~ South - Close Value Gregor Samsa - These Points Balance Sparklehorse + Fennesz - Mark's Guitar Piece ~~A Reading of Carl Jung's "The Red Book"~~ Anjou - Lamptest
Cosmos & Larkspurs.
Peace. Tranquility. An appreciation for your friend or lover’s uniqueness. I think Mama was on to something when she created her garden back then. As a child, I was the first person to volunteer to help her. I found joy in getting my hands dirty with plucking out the weeds and showering her flowers with water. I sang them songs because I had heard her do the same. Who knows what my voice sounded like, but those buds certainly bloomed beautifully. The more that unfolds before me, the more I believe my mother was planting wishes in her garden. Thank you.