Kim Mi Jeong - T T (Feat. Quokka Of DNEIRF) - Single
Kim Mi Jeong – T T (Feat. Quokka Of DNEIRF) – Single
Kim Mi Jeong – T T (Feat. Quokka Of DNEIRF) – Single
Released: 2022-06-25
Genre: Rap/Hip Hop
TRACK LIST:
01. T T (Feat.Quokka Of DNEIRF)
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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.
“I feel uneasy in bed, I feel uneasy around people. ‘Why can’t I laugh happily like other people? Why am I sad all the time? Why am I always nervous? Why is everything so boring?”
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.