me listening to im your man by mitski and halfway through dogs start barking in the background
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me listening to im your man by mitski and halfway through dogs start barking in the background
Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters
— Hélène Cixous, from “Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing.”
enough healing i need to kill
Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”
[Text ID: “stop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I don’t exist. / I should leave.”]
from interview conducted through the man-eater's throat by george david clark, published in reveille poems
[Text ID: I swore I was safe, and yet, I was eaten. /End ID]
💦Getting into Trouble💦
[companion piece to the other post]
Louise, de Gustave Charpentier, Georges Rochegrosse
Self imagery.
We're all well aware with how he views himself. He's posh, clean and his fashion sense is there. He understands the taste of alcohol and how cheap it is, understands on what looks good on others and what doesn't. He even knows which perfume smells dreadful and which ones do not. Despite how he holds himself, it's best to know that deep down under that façade. There isn't a single drop of love for himself and that love doesn't come to reunite itself until after the death of Cazador. When you say that you love him? It is quite shocking to him. Because what is there to love about him, why him out of all people? He views himself as nothing more but a monster. Even before his death. And you have to understand, Astarion was simply 39 when he passed. That is quite considerably young, especially for a man who hasn't earned his name yet. Love in general? Does not exist to him. It isn't a real thing. For him to say it, it's a tactic. He's told us this before, it's the only way he knows how to survive. It's the only thing he knows. But Vamp? Why are you saying that he doesn't reunite with his love for himself until after Cazador? Because now, he understands that he's free. He doesn't have to lurk around every corner to be met with the face of someone who had crushed every little thing about him. Erased such unique details about him. But it takes time. It takes time to wake up and tell yourself that you are something wonderful. It takes time to hug yourself because that self hatred stains so much more than you can understand and or realize. But when you say that you love him? In any sense from something familial or romantic, he won't ever believe it. Not yet anyhow. You either need to be patient and understand. Or you will learn to use those three little words wisely until he's truly ready.
Don't touch me.
I've stated this quite a few times but I simply cannot make it more important than it already is. But touching Astarion is quite literally a death sentence to him. He hates it, despises it so much that even at the slightest reach of hands? He backs away, flinching. Each touch makes him feel like he's just being burned, even if in a friendly manner or that of something romantic, Astarion cannot grow used to it despite how much he's trying. It takes him until the near end of Act III to grow used to someone's gentle nature of hands. To understand that not everyone is out to get him. Astarion does not wish to be coddled because of this. He has never once been coddled for his 200+ years of torment. If the player character so wishes to touch him, much less any other companion. Asking for permission is something that he strongly encourages. Holding his hand won't at all cause pain but a simple touch on the shoulder, neck and or back will make him burn.
I also would like to point out... that the bite mark on his neck is very jagged. As if this action was merciless. Despite him already at the brink of death, feeling his pulse slacken; Astarion was still in so much pain. There's a sign of struggle with how unclean the marking is.