Tumgik
#My Liberation Diary
ye-xiu · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
You don't seem to have a problem fighting with someone like me. Because you like me.
MY LIBERATION NOTES / 나의 해방일지 (2022) dir. Kim Seok-yoon
200 notes · View notes
dal-chawal · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
This is just a dialogue, the dialogue ---
58 notes · View notes
haeyeongs · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Aren't I good at worshiping now?
708 notes · View notes
springkitten · 2 years
Text
beyond evil's "eat well, you need to eat even when the world is falling apart" and my liberation notes' "come eat. this is me worshipping you."
861 notes · View notes
dramawisdom · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
991 notes · View notes
samuoni · 2 years
Text
not many works of fiction have portrayed the idea of love as perfectly as my liberation notes. it speaks of a love that's raw and unpolished, rough around the edges. one you can't help but poke your finger at despite the knowledge that you might bleed. it's a painting buried in an ugly swirl of colours but when you take a few steps back, its beauty is more than apparent to make your soul shake with something. something that falls awkwardly between joy and grief, rage and serenity. it's a single morsel of food, a tissue tucked softly under a plate. it's lingering glances, distant walks, comfortable silence. it's a clang of glass bottles ensuring your presence is known. it's staring so far into the void that you forget what's real, that your body is a home you can never escape. sometimes, you can't help but leap regardless of your weary feet. sometimes, you learn that you're allowed to let them rest. a love like this reminds you of sunflowers, farm fields, fabric stained with sweat. buzzing of cicadas, whirring of fans, rustling of leaves - it's all of them at once or none of them at all. it's worry sprawled across a mother's face. it's a father's calloused hands, picking up a tan underneath the blazing sun. it's tainted photographs, childhood traditions, alcohol crawling through your veins. the loss of a love of this kind leaves you handicapped with no limbs to pick from. yet, you're not concerned with maneuvering yourself. not until a love of the same kind hands you purpose, meaning, reason. you, a child with your palms facing the sky and eyes peeled open, all too ready to drink it in. it's finding a footing of your own, realizing that the world can be just as wide as your wingspan if you let it. loneliness does not stir your being like cotton soaking blood, faces and voices have never felt less bothersome. it's sharing the tiniest of accomplishments, wanting to lay down parts of yourself and remoulding them so the winter does not cut through your skin. eat before you go - i care. sit next to my younger self - i will be here. you scare me - you're the flame, i'm the moth. love is gentle hesitance for some and headstrong impulsiveness for others. but most of all, it's salvation disguised as worship, persevering with steady steps. by the end of it all, its only aim is to fill the gaping chasm of your heart, leaving you whole.
896 notes · View notes
gizkasparadise · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
my liberation notes and reductress headlines
852 notes · View notes
neviayue · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
bye&hi | By Nevi Ayu E.
...
“You don’t name things you’re going to catch then eat.”
“Ya! You, ishh, quick give me a name!”
Dialogue from Korean drama My Liberation Notes Episode 12, written by Park Haeyoung.
533 notes · View notes
dramadaisies · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I just want to call anyone… and say anything at all.
You’ve been yammering away until now. You yammer all the time. You still want to yammer some more?
I’ve never been able to say what I really want to. I’m not talking about yammering away just to feel like I exist. I want to say something that will allow me to relax. Conversations, words… that somehow feel restful.
MY LIBERATION NOTES (2022) | Episode 2
461 notes · View notes
kdramaladies · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I told him to worship me
MY LIBERATION NOTES (2022) | EP. 7
195 notes · View notes
marugotomelon · 1 year
Text
having feelings about mijeong; the way she is so attuned to what her parents want, and they expect it, too. the way she is always home. the way she thinks she is good but doesn't love herself. the way people are kind to her but perhaps it feels like charity. the way she doesn't get angry but when she does, there is no end to it. the way any interaction leaves her feeling worse. the way her life is so empty and so exhausting. the way she works hard despite the constant negative feedback. the way she is a bit stuck up and ungrateful. the way she rejects anyone trying to become friendly. the way she is the favourite but her siblings like themselves. the way she's taken advantage of. the way she never speaks. the way she dreams to make things bearable. the way she is so silently uncomfortable it hurts to watch.
88 notes · View notes
dal-chawal · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
I hoped every man who ever left me would be unhappy. As if, I wanted all the people who saw how small I was..... to disappear from the world. I hoped they would die. But for you, I'm going to hope that you never even catch a cold.
12 notes · View notes
haeyeongs · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Do you still live the hard way, trudging on step by step? Let's go together. Step by step, trudging on.
271 notes · View notes
sousrantings · 2 years
Text
“You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.”
-- Haruki Murakami.
Tumblr media
327 notes · View notes
andannotations · 2 years
Text
My Liberation Notes gets women’s longing so right, while also locating it in the everyday. Because that is how loneliness is experienced, not as the main character of a film in a big city or as a solo traveller. But on the walk back from work, while folding laundry, on waking up from a nap.
389 notes · View notes
samuoni · 2 years
Text
i love how each one of the yeom siblings is relatable but in completely different ways. and relatable not in the "i do this (sometimes)" sense but "it feels like someone ripped open my chest and looked inside" sense.
there's gi jeong with her irrational fear of embarrassment, driving her to the point of faking an accident. nothing makes me feel more seen than the visual representation of me wanting to get hit by a truck every time i feel like i've been perceived. why can't you, the world, shut your eyes off to me existing? feeling tired to the core, all day every day without a valid reason to back it up. wanting to take off your arms and legs for a moment, wishing for someone to carry you and scrub your back. analogies that never sit right with anyone. i'm sorry i told you that i would pick up my lover's severed head, do you still think i'm hot? guilt soaring so high in your system that you're on your knees, bowing down to what? you don't know yourself. but bowing down nonetheless - i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry - as the moonlight creeps in.
chang hee with his lack of direction in life, living from one day to the next in itself can be be a chore at times and he's felt it. how do you expect me to peer into the future when i barely managed to survive today? why can't that be enough? realization dawning upon you that you might be the very thing you hate and wanting to slap the wits out of yourself because of it. in constant search for an elder male figure to validate you because you never received any from the one whose blood and bones are your very own. tell me i worked hard. tell me to rest. giving up on persuing romantic interests because you know, just know, that you will not be enough.
and mi jeong. mi jeong my beloved. no character has touched the inner workings of my soul as much as her. not feeling like you belong in public settings, forcing yourself to smile and nod because that's what they've told you will make you worthy of acceptance. wondering how people living on top of the world don't just jump off, thunderstorms making you comfortable because all you've ever wanted is for the world to end. never finding the strength in yourself to fight back, never being able to free yourself from the familiarity of attachments, never feeling complete. she's exactly what the personification of daily life existentialism would look like, neither happy nor sad, stuck in a repetitive state of being. how do you not want to coddle her in your arms? frogs getting torn to shreds, bad-mouthing your senior at work, biting into the flesh of what you adore - discovering that loving is listening, loving is saying out loud whatever comes to mind.
i will take this reassurance - you, too, can live the life of a main character - down to my grave.
539 notes · View notes