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call me remi | writing side blog | heartsighed on ao3

[shaneofaragon]

[draculasswife-deactivated202212]

German daggers.

[awkward-sultana]

Portrait of a Lady on Fire / Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House

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Your fics are just so beautiful and lovely. I love how carefully you write every word not even a word wasted. I have read your Rabin fic and it's just so good. The pining is so good and the way they are oblivious to each other's affection.Its the subtleties of their affection and daily lives is the thing I loved about most and also in your fics there very few instances when someone says "love" but it's clearly conveyed in the way they do something for the other and I think that's just wonderful.

oh gosh i'm so sorry for the late reply but thank you so much!! also omg YEAH i try not to use the word "love" (in terms of romance at least) unless i absolutely have to!! wow it makes me so happy you noticed thank you ;;

[bostonpoetryslam]

“Sometimes I forget you used to be a different person than the one I sleep next to each night. Your neck and back ache from digging ditches. Won’t you dig a ditch for your past and bury it. Won’t you let me bury it.”

— Crystal Ignatowski, “Quiet Spaces,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry

[kafk-a]

I think about this poem all the time.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i know i stopped posting updates here, but for anyone who’s still interested, this fic is now complete!!

[thymehoney]

steel dagger with opals and velvet covered grip (source)

[pinterestinfluencer]

We were alone and starved of love. Kids that lived in a world full of hate. We chose different paths to walk, and battled each other. But now that time has passed…It’s just like how I came to feel father mother and my brother Itachi’s pain and emotions…I’ll now start knowing your pain and feelings too, Naruto. You never cut me off, in fact you kept trying to get closer to me. You could’ve justifiably come charging at me with hatred, but you never stopped calling me your friend. Even though I tried to sever those feelings myself… You stopped me, as a friend, even at the cost of your hand. And I was saved thanks to you. We were insignificant little things who used to clash, and now we’re able to claim each other’s pain. And after seeing the world through my travels, I believe this concept isn’t just about us… I’m sure it’s the same for everything else. But it’s not something that can be done as easily as you were able to. I never assumed it would be simple, just like it wasn’t for the two of us. Especially with something so big. It’s kind of like a prayer. To keep enduring until it comes to be, no matter what. The beings that have been entrusted with hope… that’s us.

[skinhorses]

love + vulnerability:

1. "I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it." (georges bataille, from 'my mother')

2. "Finally, in a low whisper, he said, "I think I might be a terrible person." For a split second I believe him - I thought he was about to confess to a crime, maybe murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing." (miranda july, from 'the first bad man')

3. "I also learned the word dendrochronology—analyzing the patterns of tree rings to know everything that has ever happened to a tree. This is how I love you. I am peeling back my skin, layer by layer, so you will finally know everything inside me." (roxanne gay, from 'strange gods')

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KABDKAHFKSHF I WAS CHECKING UR TUMBLR TO SEE IF UR STILL ACTIVE... ACCIDENTALLY SPOILED MYSELF ON WONSHIK... OOPS... AHKDNSBDBD

oh god i'm so sorry ;;; i'll tag spoilers in asks from now on

[weltenwellen]

“(…) this patina of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of I think I knew you when we were children, this look of I’ve loved you ever since you were born and probably longer than that”

— Paul Hostovsky, from “Everyone was Beautiful”, Dear Truth

[quotemadness]

“The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”

— Milan Kundera

[myboyfriendspodcast-deactivated]

“Tell the king; the fair wrought house has fallen No shelter has Apollo, nor sacred laurel leaves The fountains are now silent; the voice is stilled. It is finished.”

[uhuraisgay]

— The final recorded words of the last Oracle of Delphi, 395 AD.  (via mythaelogy)

[icantwritegood]

rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?

this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it

because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company

at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

it’s an evensong, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 

but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy

to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in

in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me

and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding

i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea

and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials

a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss

in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 

i was in the darkness, so darkness i became

[ladyjanelives]

dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain: it’s not you it sure as hell isn’t me it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night i know you would never DO anything, you never do but.. i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same. when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again. if either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. now that… is dedication. after Elizabeth and i broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together like if i knew what pots were mine like if i knew which drapes were mine somehow the pain would go away this is not true after two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down while he still has control over his motor functions he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift she then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes spooning every morsel into her mouth she wastes nothing even the exoskeleton goes she does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them now that.. is selflessness i could never do that for you so i have a new plan i’m gonna leave you now i’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices i hope you do the same i will jay walk at every opportunity i will steal things i could easily afford i will be rude to strangers i hope you do the same i hope reincarnation is real i hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures i hope we are reborn as flies so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to. ”

—Jared Singer, An Entomologist’s Last Love Letter  (via ladyjanelives)

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update

hello!!! it’s been a while since i updated on this account and idk if anyone still remembers me, but it’s remi!!! i’m still writing, but i’ve kind of given up on tumblr for various reasons, mostly because it’s really hard to talk to people/make friends from this blog. i’m pretty active on twitter these days, so hmu at @/puerhs if you want!! i also have a cc now, although i do still check my tumblr inbox occasionally. sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for staying with me these past few years on this really sparse writing blog!!

links: twitter, cc