ADULTHOOD IS A S#!%SHOW
Photographer: Park Bae
Photographer: Park Bae
Photographer: Park Bae
“I think we all wear armor. I think those who don’t are fools, risking the pain of being wounded by the sharp edges of the world, over and over again. But if I’ve learned anything from those fools, it’s that to be vulnerable is a strength most of us fear. It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. Sometimes I feel the same as you: I can’t risk having people behold me as I truly am. But there’s also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, ‘You will miss so much being guarded.’
Perhaps it begins with one person. Someone you trust. You remove a piece of armor for them; you let the light stream in, even if it makes wince. Perhaps that is how you learn to be soft yet strong, even in fear and uncertainty. One person, one piece of steel.”
Photographer: Park Bae
Photographer: Park Bae
Do not read on unless you want to watch and confirm my hypothesis. Finally watched In The Mood For Love! Some of the greatest cinematography that will ever be. Visually stunning. Now let’s get to business. The ending. I believe Mr. Chow and Mrs. Chang consummate the relationship, in the scene where she lays her head on his shoulder on the drive home. Throughout the film she never touches him in the cab, until she doesn’t want to go home. This is the directors way of showing their sexual progression tastefully (the first photo is a deleted scene).
I think she called him to tell him she’s pregnant, but didn’t have the courage to say it. 100 percent that’s their lovechild. If it weren’t, her husband would have lived with them. It wouldn’t have just been a young woman and her son. Further confirmed by Mr. Chow whispering into that hole, about their love and a plant flourishing from said hole. Hello it’s baby symbolism, family tree. Nothing else would make sense. Watch for yourself, I had to get that off my chest. Via: 60s.Cinephilie & BelitaFr
Bet your bottom dollar. I just need to get back to my aesthetic, from the way people are behaving you’d think they weren’t racist, complicit with racism, bullies, trolls, evil, talentless, insecure, talentless nepo-babies, or dingbats who don’t take accountability. Oh, that’s because you are. Trash people. Trash people who came bothering me, running their mouths about me like I know you hoes, when I was minding my business. Did I get it right? Writing my truth releases low vibrations freeing me from an energetic prison. It’s cathartic. My toxic trait is not speaking up until I’m angry, trying to protect others for the sake of avoiding drama. It’s not my job, call out shitty people in the moment. They don’t feel bad, why should you? Via: Iconic_Beauties
What’s your Thursday mood? This depicts mine perfectly. I love love. I’m in love and all about love.