Is there like some kind of “law” related to apologies where the better one is at making genuine apologies, the less likely they are to get into situations necessitating apologies, while those terrible at apologies are more likely to be in situations that would call for being as genuine as possible?
now, for this assignment, i asked for you to sculpt a head, decorate it whatever way you want, and explain what you did. let's begin with sun woo.
i call this one "the head." it symbolizes... the human head.
i call this one "the optimist." flowers have complex meanings but i think universally it's a symbol of hope and good intentions.
this one is called "the error in human connection." it's meant to symbolize how humans crave for human connection- yet, constantly fail to do so because no one is truly listening. i used paper cups and strings to refer to the age-old telephone cup experience. except, in this case, i sewed them chaotically to each other to signify that it's dysfunctional and damaged.
we have so many thoughts. but, none of them are getting across because we so desperately want to be heard, but we don't want to listen. so in the end, just as the trail of these paper cups end without resolve, so do our feelings.
You’re at a big crossroad. This will be one of the biggest junctions (there will be many more) but this one is truly the first of its kind. You’ll be questioning the bigger things in life - who you are, who you want to be, how to get there. I want you to take a step back and realize that these aren’t the kinds of questions you can find the answer to in one day, one month or even one year. So take a deep breathe and start walking.
You’ll figure it out along the way.
Winnie tried to pull away for Lincoln, she couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore, however, Lincoln pulled her closer wrapping his arms around her trying to comfort her. “Winnie, I love you and I would never drink your blood. Ever!” Lincoln said trying to reassure Winnie that he wasn’t going to hurt her, that he wasn’t the evil vampires that haunted her dreams.
“Like I’d believe you! You lied to me, Lincoln! And you drink human blood only a true monster does that! I can’t believe I ever loved a monster like you!” Winnie yelled at Lincoln putting her head in her hands trying to catch the sob that would escape from her mouth.
Lincoln felt his heart breaking in two. He should have known no one could truly love a beast like him. He was truly doomed to live an eternity alone and hated.
They've been one of the only things that's gotten me through my depression besides finally finding the right medicine to help, no one really truly knows how much they've helped me besides my best friend. They may be across the world but to me they're very close in a sense. I love them. Each and every one of them. Obviously, I do favor Hyukjae-ah but I mean who can blame me? :p
I’m so sorry to hear the tough time you’ve had.
Hopefully things are better now. I know I’m probably a stranger to you but if you’re ever sad or bothered, you can always talk to me about stuff. I don’t judge and I’d love to help cheer you up. (This goes for everyone else too.)
They’ve gotten me through some touch times too so I understand what you mean. I’m glad you found them. No, I don’t blame you for favoring Hyukkie.
“I’m just one gigantic ball of rancid fear and self-consciousness. I’m entirely fueled by fear, so the fact that I knew it could be a catastrophic disaster made me unable to sleep, and made me work quite hard.”
— Eddie Redmayne, b. January 6, 1982