This Is My Story.

My name is Kim and this is the story that I strive to create. My dreams are simple. To be well-traveled and cultured so I can fully embrace the beauty surrounding me and within me.

I must learn to love the fool in me–the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool.

—Theodore I. Rubin (via shantosophy)

Teaching Yebin a lesson (x)

That shoulder shimmy is cuteness overload. XD

(Source: southkoreans, via mianae)

Love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it’s over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love.

—Daily Relatable Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

(via thelovewhisperer)

That time and that place and that song…

Time seem to have slowed down just for me and him. It’s been nearly two short weeks since we’ve made the big move and started this incredible journey. We started off 2014 in a new place. A place, I now, can call home for an indefinite amount of time. This still feel very much like a dream right now. I’m just waiting for someone to come pinch me and wake me up from this wonderful place. I can’t describe the amount of joy I have to go to bed with him by my side each night and waking up in the comfort of his arm every morning.

I, especially, love the mornings when he doesn’t have to go in to work. We would lay there in the wee hours of the morning when the whole town is still quiet, me wrapped against his chest, with our legs tangled in each others’ warmth. All I would wish for is to  be frozen in that moment forever.

Everything seems almost perfect. Yet, I still have this slight tinge of sadness that things have yet to be back to how they used to be. The way he looks at me, the things he says, the way he embraces me. They’re just not how I used to remember them and I don’t know what more I can do to make it better.

It’s that time and that place and that song, and you remember what it was like when you were in that place. And then you listen to that song, and you know you’re not in that place anymore, and it makes you feel hollow. You can’t just go find that stuff again.

He liked the fragility of those moments suspended in time. Those memories whose only function had been to leave behind nothing but memories.

Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.

—Angela in My So-Called Life (via larmoyante)