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Jisung as Hyeon Tae & Ju Jihoon as In Cheol
Confession (2014)dir. Lee Do Yoon
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Lee Kwang Soo as Min Soo Ju Ji Hoon as In Cheol Ji Sung as Hyeon Tae
Confession 좋은 친구들 (2014) dir. Lee Do-Yoon
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no words, just Ji Hoon's In Cheol and his energy
Confession 좋은 친구들 (2014) dir. Lee Do-Yoon
I have nothing to be sorry for
and I could fill oceans
with all your insincere apologies
but lately I’ve been missing you so badly
it seems all I wanna do is swim again
s.k., confessions of mine #11
I constantly told my boyfriend
I never had understood
how I fell asleep at night
with my insides caffeine stained
and that I had known however
it'd take 90.8 cups
of brewed coffee to die for me
a few nights ago I sent him
a text at 4.32am saying
that insomnia alone won't kill me
that it'd take more than that
for me to leave this city for good
and the reply I never got
was all it took for him
to escape a mind I spent
my whole life wishing
I could flee from too
s.k.
twelve different lipsticks,
all the same shade of red
I do not kiss with any of it
lately my hands shake from all the caffein
and smoking only makes it worse
perhaps I should have told you
I can’t dial your number on first try,
untold words burn your throat
just like any liquor
or that I find shelter
in my own shadow from
the hungry gazes of strange men
I should have kissed before I ran
my mother touched me months ago
and only asked me for a cigarette
I should have declined politely
but in bed I’m roaring like a lion
and purring like a kitten to calm myself
down from all this uncertainty
19.99$ stain their chests and other parts
my father never knew touched my lips
in my worst nightmares
my heart glitters just the same
as always happiness never looked better
on me than any other shade
the history of love - a stranger too intoxicated
to introduce themselves properly
and I will burn out faster
than a liquor store if you go
stop the time for me again
s.k., confessions of mine #10
I live in a world where my clothes thrust upon me who I am, where what I eat gives away what kind of person I must be, where my looks are more important to the ones surrounding me than anything else. I live in a world full of judgement and preconceptions, full of hate and destruction; a world so disgustingly ugly I'm ashamed to be part of it.
Yet you manage to bear me a smile and I'm so fucked. I mean, there's still things to live for, things to be passionate about, things to love and things to lose. And I never asked for any of it.
s.k., confessions of mine #9
No one ever dared to tell a girl with infinite possibility ahead of her that just like the sky, people too could change within seconds.
s.k., confessions of mine #8
I felt like disappearing in between various names I had once heard and stories I had never lived. I’d take a strangers fancy and tell them the tale of a girl that has never been. And at last I knew what I had felt all along; myself wasn’t enough to give.
So I felt myself dancing from being Annabelle the elementary teacher to being Lillian the medical assistant to being Sydney the astrophysicist. I felt myself dancing from living in Cape Town to growing up in New York, maybe London or being the poor waitress secretly writing in hot barcelonian summer nights. Whatever my mood - it dictated who I was.
I felt myself dancing and spinning; a spiral only leading deeper and deeper into my own madness.
s.k., confessions of mine #7
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Again, I can see the seasons changing right in front of me but still find the colour of your eyes in the earliest of sunsets. Nothing ever really changes, I guess.
s.k., confessions of mine #5
And all this time I felt so invincible, so untouchable; I think I only ever broke my own heart.
s.k., confessions of mine #4
I was a compulsive liar whenever it came to you, always had been. What I am trying to say is I loved you and I also never did.
s.k., confessions of mine #2
I lived my life always feeling the strange but strong urge in my heart to be more than just wanted, to be more than just a desirable but replacable object in a collection of another.
s.k., confessions of mine #1