Victor 🦇

he/they/it , 16 ELBA1TE on X

[elba1te]

[owenwilsonkisser]

Beautiful bald man thank god

[bsd-bibliophile]

You and I have become strangers, haven’t we? No, we always were strangers. Our hearts were in different worlds, a thousand miles, a million miles apart. If we were together, we’d only be miserable, both of us.

Dazai Osamu, “On Love and Beauty” from Blue Bamboo and Other Stories

[elba1te]

[bsd-bibliophile]

The snow coming down overhead Is fluttering down like petals The burning firewood crackles And the frozen sky bears iron hues

The snow coming down overhead Is coming to rest in my hand Delicately as of old

The snow coming down overhead Landing on my burning forehead Trickles off like tears

To the snow coming down overhead I expressed my gratitude, and to God, I prayed for longevity

The snow coming down overhead Exudes an innocent purity

- Nakahara Chūya, “A Poem on a Life” from Poems of the Goat

[bsd-bibliophile]

She gave me the impression of standing completely isolated; an icy storm whipped around her, leaving only dead leaves careening wildly down.

Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human

[doinkydude]

Now, you must unmake me

[thecrowsinkwell]

what recourse do you have but to live?

[iamgrimlin]

That kid suddenly got a whole lot brighter when Chuuya joined.

[zzzx009]

I miss beast

[elba1te]

[elba1te]

[bsd-bibliophile]

Human beings are like that, though. They’ll do the most unbelievably cruel things when you least expect it.

Dazai Osamu, “The Sparrow who Lost her Tongue” from Otogizoshi

[elba1te]

[ouchies-manager]

Here, have some of today’s doodles.