this is so nice.
Tangerine Dream poster by Tadanori Yokoo, an insert from the 1977 Japanese version of Stratosfear.
My brother and his wife stayed for two nights here at our parents’ home and I have to say their presence exhausted me, mentally and emotionally. THEY WERE TOO CHEERFUL. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they came over, but it’s just too tiring for me to pretend I’m as jolly as them.
I’m guessing my introvert side grew in me since I was bullied a few years back. I remember being the life of the house when I was six(-ish) and the first in our class’s noisy list. I don’t know if it became a good thing or not, but I think it sort of did because being an introvert gave me lots of time to think to myself and reflect on significant and insignificant stuff in my life :3 On the other side, it makes me regret going out with people after some time. wuuiiird
I wasn’t able to relate to other introverts feeling drained after socializing with people until now. It’s not that I didn’t like being with them. I always want to be with them actually; getting out of the room to talk to them and even wanting to join them seeing a mass: I really meant it when I want to hang out with them.
But the minute they left I suddenly felt so tired and cranky and I just muffled my scream in the pillow to get rid of the feeling. It was so weird~ I want a dog
I don’t wanna sleep yeeehhht
I want to have a supermodel body
and so is missing some hot thang
jealousy is a bitch