dreamers, they never learn.

^{daydreaming — radiohead}

when i'm alone, i daydream about you... [3:07]

this lovely script was written by u/Eves-garden. her description: sleepy, intimate, quiet and sultry. imagine your lover, or a man you wish was your lover (maybe your favourite gwa performer? :P) and imagine this is the only chance you have to tell him how much you want him...

in this audio, i don't try to hide however my voice sounds at the time of recording. you get to hear the real yoona, raw and unfiltered, not some shy and cutesy innocent girl or alluring seductress that i play for my other script fills. this is yoona, very tired and throat sore, voice low and deep, lying on her bed in the dark and talking to you with her cheek pressed against her pillow. all inhibitions tossed to the wind, exhaustion breeding apathy and lack of reserve, confessing all the things she's daydreamed about before, over and over, drifting through her head like a sad song on repeat. therefore, please excuse any mistakes / audio quality. i'm not a professional.

🌸 i've always been a dreamer.

i don't have big dreams. i want simple things. basic needs. touch. affection. to be taken care of. to be there for someone. companionship. i yearn for someone that understands me. to be accepted. belonging. to love and be loved in return, in the words of one of my favorite films.

i never knew what i really wanted out of life. i don't have any fantastic ambitions or goals. any aspirations i've had have been fleeting, dashed. too unmotivated, too unoriginal, too incapable. a writer? not creative enough, impatient, fumbles with words. an artist: not skilled or imaginative enough. a singer? not talented enough. an actress, a model? not bold enough, not coherent enough, not beautiful enough.

daydreaming has been my escape from reality since i knew how to think on my own. because, in all aspects of the word, reality can be pretty shitty. i find comfort in fantasizing about all the things i've never — and probably will never — have. the things that could be, if only in an alternate reality. but my overactive imagination can sometimes get me in trouble. those nights where i lie awake in my bed, alone, my head swirling with all these thoughts that creep their sweetly perfumed tendrils into my chest, gripping it painfully, making my heart descend into a deep ache. sometimes i get so wound up in these thoughts, so consumed by longing, that i can't climb my way out. it's overwhelming, restricting my ability to breathe. i feel like i'm drowning in myself.

but i don't want to fight my way out. misery loves my company. and i — sometimes i love it back, in whatever way i have to love.

i just want to know one thing.

do you daydream about me, too?

^{disclaimer: this audio is made by an adult, for adults, about adults. you must be 18 years or older to listen to my audios. i do not give anyone permission to steal & upload my audios.}

🌸 yoona

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