Lotusclouding - Lotusclouding

the eighth sense is juntaek's first acting gig and he was street casted

the korean director really said he saw him on the street and snatched him up lmaooooo

LORD HAVE MERCY

just wuxian stretching obnoxiously and wangji struggling to ignore it. i wish they had more time for everything to be harmless fun and low stakes love like this.

sorry but HOWL? OF HOWLS MOVING CASTLE? SLIME GUY? SOPHIE, THE BEST WOMAN EVER LITERALLY HAD TO CLEAN HIS HOUSE FOR HIM? AND HIS SLIME? meanwhile ashitaka is literally leading the charge to save the forest, ACTIVELY fighting colonialism and even when his girl wanted him DEAD he still hit those words of affirmation??? dont do my dude like this… HOWL? OF THE MOVING CASTLE? MAN OF ALL TIME?… you horny bastards. all he is is pretty… ashitaka would build you a home with his cursed hand!!!!!!! thats a man. thats THE man. of all time. send text

over the garden wall, down the harvest stair

I feel like the start of an oil painting just getting down my right colors before starting with detail. Everyone is trying to be transcendent. I’m trying to avoid a sunburn. I’m feeling like a wasp has crawled its way under my  eyelid and is telling me where to look. Up at the sun. I’ve googled cadmium at least ten times and still don’t remember what it means. Ok so it’s chemical - my mind always replaces it with red. Why aren’t we all just feeding each other  cake all the time? We could be  feeding each other cake right now drizzled in sugar and rolling in grass and tablecloth. (Can we please just breathe and exchange favorite words?) (Mine is love, I know it’s stupid.) Like spitting the color of your heart directly in my mouth. I don’t find it off-putting. I think we’re all a little allergic to one thing or another.

no nerds

late night cuddles with wangxian~

Very much inspired by Holly Warburton’s illustrations, which I absolutely adore.

Japanese chopstick etiquette.

Fun fact! : Chopsticks (hashi 箸) have been around for over 6,000 years, first coming from China. I was looking up do’s and don'ts… and there are so many don'ts!! (Ｔ▽Ｔ) I listed the most common ones. I’ll just try to remember what I can and I don’t think my local Japanese restaurant will mind my ignorance. Chopsticks are used in some funeral rites, which is why some of these actions are taboo. And some actions are just considered improper etiquette. Here we go!

Don’t eat directly from common dishes, you should pick up food and put it on your own plate.

Don’t hover over food with them, you should be decisive.

Don’t dig in food dishes, you should take from the top.

Don’t wash them off in soup or search for things in your bowl with them.

Don’t suck on the ends of them.

Don’t pass food from your chopsticks to another’s, you should use a common utensil to pass food.

Don’t rest them across your dish. *see below*

Don’t stick them straight up in your food. 

Don’t cross them on the table or over your bowl like an X.

Don’t pull a plate or bowl toward you with them.

Don’t point at people or things with them.

Don’t tear food apart with one chopstick in each hand.

Don’t hold the chopsticks and a dish in the same hand.

Don’t eat with an unmatched pair.

When not using, the pointed ends should be placed on a chopstick rest (hashioki 箸置き). Sometimes when using disposable wooden chopsticks (waribashi 割り箸) there is no rest provided. You can make one out of the paper wrapper. If there is nothing you can use, in a casual setting you can place them across your dish, but try not to do this in a more formal setting as it’s considered slightly improper.

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i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.