whatsuptiger?


a freeter.

I am Dokdo/Takeshima island,
forever stuck between Seoul & Tokyo.

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codye be craftin."clown chic"

codye be craftin.
"clown chic"

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mister moon and I posin in the hongdae park. we gonna dance together in tokyo!

mister moon and I posin in the hongdae park. we gonna dance together in tokyo!

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a face only a mother could love

a face only a mother could love

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the books of my life.

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This is nuts!! Literally! I made an almond flour/flaxseed pancake with spices and carrots and raisins, topped with cashew icing sprinkled with maple infused walnuts and coconut flakes. It was probably 5000 calories.

This is nuts!! Literally! I made an almond flour/flaxseed pancake with spices and carrots and raisins, topped with cashew icing sprinkled with maple infused walnuts and coconut flakes. It was probably 5000 calories.

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beautiful dongwon on the han river

beautiful dongwon on the han river

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probably the best bar in the world

probably the best bar in the world

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 we drank soju (on me) due to his shyness. we spoke in simple, broken english to one other between moments of me pointing at places for him to stand so I could take his photo. afterwards we walked back from the han river, towards the station. he showed me his middle school and we briefly talked about his exes. “it was only 3 months? does that even count?!” I exclaim, as he laughs. “I’m 20!” oh yeah, I forgot.we gazed up at tall buildings rumored to be filled with korean celebrities I wouldn’t know. our shoulders were magnets, we stuck to each other as we dodged the onslaught of hurried pedestrians on the uneven sidewalk. his phone kept ringing, because he had plans that night.his eyes unfocused to the bright lights around him, he spoke smoothly into his phone. his voice was deeper in his native language. I don’t think he noticed when I playfully held his empty sleeve, lifelessly hanging from his coat draped across his shoulders. if only a hand was sticking out of it, as sleeves are sometimes known to produce. I arrived at the station, and for a moment we hugged goodbye. after unlocking the embrace, he pulled my hand and I tripped forward, into him. maybe he was moving me out of someone’s way, maybe it was an accident. I briefly re-imagined it was because someone just wanted me closer to them (but then shooed that silly thought away). it was the first time I felt connected in a moment of real interaction with someone in Korea. we don’t need to speak the same language to communicate, if the desire to interact is there. it was a nice moment. it was a nice night.

 
we drank soju (on me) due to his shyness. we spoke in simple, broken english to one other between moments of me pointing at places for him to stand so I could take his photo. afterwards we walked back from the han river, towards the station. he showed me his middle school and we briefly talked about his exes. “it was only 3 months? does that even count?!” I exclaim, as he laughs. “I’m 20!” oh yeah, I forgot.

we gazed up at tall buildings rumored to be filled with korean celebrities I wouldn’t know. our shoulders were magnets, we stuck to each other as we dodged the onslaught of hurried pedestrians on the uneven sidewalk. his phone kept ringing, because he had plans that night.

his eyes unfocused to the bright lights around him, he spoke smoothly into his phone. his voice was deeper in his native language. I don’t think he noticed when 
I playfully held his empty sleeve, lifelessly hanging from his coat draped across his shoulders. if only a hand was sticking out of it, as sleeves are sometimes known to produce. 

I arrived at the station, and for a moment we hugged goodbye. after unlocking the embrace, he pulled my hand and I tripped forward, into him. maybe he was moving me out of someone’s way, maybe it was an accident. I briefly re-imagined it was because someone just wanted me closer to them (but then shooed that silly thought away). it was the first time I felt connected in a moment of real interaction with someone in Korea. we don’t need to speak the same language to communicate, if the desire to interact is there. it was a nice moment. 

it was a nice night.

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I love the redness of the mailboxes in #tokyo

I love the redness of the mailboxes in #tokyo

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yesss they fixed the suju-m tonymoly sign in hongdae! it used to be grafittied across their beautiful faces. 

yesss they fixed the suju-m tonymoly sign in hongdae! it used to be grafittied across their beautiful faces. 

ermagherd your blog is soo cooool!

@all-our-wonder

hahahahaha not at all. thank you for the sweet thought, though!! <3

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burners in korea don&#8217;t use gas or electricity, they use MAGIC

burners in korea don’t use gas or electricity, they use MAGIC

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I live for this chicken. it&#8217;s the best chicken I&#8217;ve ever eaten in my life.

I live for this chicken. it’s the best chicken I’ve ever eaten in my life.

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Everybody, jonghyun (by Alex T)this outfit for #seoulfashionweek day 3 was inspired by Jonghyun in the Everybody music video by Shinee. but AJ said I looked like Professor Oak meets G-dragon (I ain&#8217;t mad at it).

I got the glasses in a vintage shop in Tokyo and frankenstein-ed a cuff earring, charms and necklace to it.

Everybody, jonghyun (by Alex T)

this outfit for #seoulfashionweek day 3 was inspired by Jonghyun in the Everybody music video by Shinee. but AJ said I looked like Professor Oak meets G-dragon (I ain’t mad at it). I got the glasses in a vintage shop in Tokyo and frankenstein-ed a cuff earring, charms and necklace to it.

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4 am dongdaemun grubbin

4 am dongdaemun grubbin