I need to stop being so apologetic about myself. I feel so sorry for myself, sorry that my waist isn’t as thin as I’d like it to be; sorry that […]
Photos are reality and reality is just photos… says our generation. #sodeep#notbasic (On the bus) Hey guys! It’s me Konni again(obviously) and I’m sitting around as usual, taking shameless, superficial […]
I try so hard to be good at things and be strong, but I know I’m still immature as hell and a little bonkers, even.
How are you guys doing in life?
Truth is, I’ve wanted to become a fashion magazine editor-in-chief ever since I was fourteen.
A.K.A. why I haven’t been around here for a while, guys. Sorry!
Light Being Poem by Konni Kim When I say ‘light’ I mean the lightness of your words I don’t mean the lightness of your flesh I mean the fluorescent lights […]
I decided I’d take this chance to talk about the stuff I’m doing while running this blog and what opportunities I’m faced with at the moment. I feel like, as readers, you guys have the right to know what’s happening.
I’m angry because of what a man I thought was intellectually respectable said about a certain rape case at dinner today.
You’re the person I am forced to live each day for, the name I’m choked up to my throat with when I fail to be diligent, the face that I pray will hold a prettier, more confident smile, the winner’s smile; the type that can ‘light up a whole room’ instead of be judged by boys that won’t even remember my name.
it means they are too stupid to notice that behind that mask you are also an expert at cracking jokes at the right timing, or that you can’t pronounce certain words properly but look cute because of it, that you always analyze people in the subway like you’re freakin’ Sherlock, that you curl up in a ball when you sleep, that you never drink fizzy drinks, that you have a whole Pinterest board full of pictures of gorgeous bedrooms because, well, you like bedrooms, that you’re secretly good at singing but you don’t sing in front of other people, that you love to argue, that that you keep a diary journal that’s full of all the nice things he/she did or said to you and that the list each day got shorter and shorter, or that your eyes used to light up whenever he/she walked into the room. If they can’t see the little things like that and love you for them, they’re probably not worth the heartbreak.