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Victoria Chang, from "Untitled #5, 1998", With My Back to the World
the situation on ao3 is so dire i had to log into this account to look for blue lock/kiis content like pweaseee it’s the holidays it’s the most beautiful time of the year brother can i have some fanfiction about soccer lines…
Kaisagi is so peak idk why some people hate it so much its literally rivals to lovers in the best way except they really do fucking hate each other and i love it theres not enough hating in some of these ships
Like obviously kaiser hates him bc kaiser hates everyone but he treats isagi in a way that isagi just _had_ to hate him back when isagi doesnt hate anyone (off-field) kaiser literally brings something out of isagi that no one has been able to before and isagi does the same with kaiser, they destroy each other in order to grow stronger and make sure the other is under them
whered all of yalls fun and whimsy go in shipping cuz back in my day we shipped people that literally killed one another and not just mentally on the field like kiis did
kaiser being isagi's last puzzle piece is still driving me insane
※239 🇫🇷 vs. 🇩🇪
RNIS IS COMING BACK!!
The Growth of Sauce Cat.
i uh. did it again compadres. 4 am uquiz to see what type of protagonist you are, tell me what you get in the tags!
egon schiele’s two women embracing (1918)
we are so obsessed with beauty that we forget that love has nothing to do with beauty. love doesn’t presuppose beauty: love creates it. beauty is a finite thing, love is not. beauty cannot come before love, but love makes anything beautiful.
kdj and his sword being the unbroken faith has so much meaning and symbolism and says a lot about him
kdj is a selfish, self-loathing and exhuasted man who lived day to day in a world that has long since been ruined and even simply surviving was an arduous task. everyday, he slaved away at a corporation that was corrupted with nepotism and workplace harrassment. he was easily deemed lesser and disposible by a capitslist society who doesn't care that not everyone is equal because it wasn't profitable and that their souls are broken more and more by this money centric life. friendless, loveless and having practically no family, his only reason for living the last 13 years of his life was a free webnovel.
and yet despite all of this, kdj is so wondrously idealistic. he was, after all, a dreamer.
when the scenarios began, his world didnt change much. it was still a scummy capitalist system that only cared about lives as long as it was profitable and thereby worth something. now it was just faster in disposing of those it deemed useless or invalids. never caring for the intrinsic value a story or human life held. no, not much changed when the scenarios began. but what did change was that he found people and found a way to finally communicate with them.
kdj, the only reader of the story and knowing fully well how bad and difficult and downright awful things will be, still said he wanted to see the end of the scenarios. kdj still said, i will reach there with no sacrifices. i will reach there with all my companions.
kdj picked up his blade with the unwavering faith, and pointed it at enemies, at constellations, at the star stream, at companions and at yoo joonghyuk.
he swung his sword against them all, and it said, "i will reach the end of the scenarios with my companions."
he used his unbroken faith against yjh and as their swords clashed, his said, "i will reach the end of the scenarios with you."
because despite having little love for himself, kdj had this indomitable will and faith in his companions. an almost religious, unbelievable, and unwavering amount of faith. the blade in hands sings, "i believe in you."
if you try looking for a post using the tumblr search function it will never show up. but you know what will? a reader x character fic
The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so
Émile Zola’s character notes for the protagonist of Nana (fucking screaming)
WENDY COPE
for anon: carlos, with his life split into two halves. how life feels cut when a major event occurs — before and after — maybe before and after silverstone ‘22?
[x] // richard siken, ‘straw house, straw dog’ // richard siken, ‘unfinished duet’ // [x] // jenefer shute, life-size // [x] // liz bowen, sugarblood // ethel cain, ‘strangers’ // warsan shire, ‘to swim with god’ // the smiths, ‘paint a vulgar picture’ // richard siken, ‘saying your names’ // [x] // [x] // [x] // rainer maria rilke in a letter to lou andreas-salomé // phoebe bridgers, ‘garden song’ // [x] // [x] // r/Games // bhanu kapil, the vertical interrogation of strangers // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // cota, 2022 // [x] // clementine von radics, ‘the fear.’
i love the unbearable lightness of being so dearly. could you recommend books similar to it? in any aspect? thank you! love your blog
it's a lovely book and I've yet to find one quite like it, but some tangentially related ones (maybe? I’m going almost entirely by mood here so):
A Moth to a Flame by Stig Dagerman (for its examinations of desire and psychological insight; for Dagerman's prose, too, which is some of the most stunningly cool and lucid I've ever come across--I don't quite know what the similarity is between him and Kundera's writing in Being but he was the first I thought of and I think it may have something to do with that clarity)
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel by Ocean Vuong (for its exploration of identity in relation to various aspects, but particularly desire and history; for the notion of the body as text and text as body and the question of how these two palimpsests make and unmake us; for the writing which is just beautiful; a little more philosophical, too, I think, than Dagerman, or at least closer to the way Kundera uses it)
Dept. of Speculation by Jenny Offill (it’s been a while since I read this, but from what I recall I think the themes in regards to relationships & its pitfalls -- struggles of working through love, infidelity, heartbreak and all the grief tied up in it -- are somewhat similar, while being explored from a more personal & intimate angle (in terms of narrative feel, at least) than Being. The writing is beautiful, too, with a similar balance of clarity and meanderings to other topics)
Open Water: A Novel by Caleb Azumah Nelson (for its head-on collision with the mortifying ordeal of being known etc; for the question: what does love and vulnerability look like, when the world has constantly denied you a right to it? if you were drawn most to the issue of conflict within relationships, or felt more for Tereza then I think this moves in a similar vein, albeit from a different direction.)
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos by John Berger (this may be hit or miss, but if you like the philosophical aspect then this may be worth a read--I think it might be the most abstract of Berger’s work but there are a lot of things he examines here that I think echo Being a little: sexuality and desire, love, death, responsibility and ethics, the simultaneous magnitude and transience of our lives and what, in light of this, we are to do with them--how we are to approach them in relation to the world, and the brutal history of it, that we inherit)
What We Talk About When We Talk About Love: Stories by Raymond Carver (for explorations on the fallibility of humans in love and all the limitations, hurt, and aftershocks therein; style is very different to Kundera but the subject matter is quite close)
The Carpenter’s Pencil by Manuel Rivas (much, much more light-hearted than Being in case you want to try something smaller and less sombre; like Berger it may be hit or miss, but it is a more hopeful examination of love through the impossibilities of war and the inescapable brunt of history)
Additionally, you may also want to try Difficult Loves by Italo Calvino, or Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar if you’re feeling incredibly ambitious and don’t mind dedicating the God-only-knows-how-many hours to reading and possibly rereading it. You can also delve into some of Kundera’s other novels; I’ve only read Slowness, Life is Elsewhere and The Joke and am not sure how closely I would place them with Being, but I have heard The Book of Laughter and Forgetting is supposed to be his best and better than Being itself so it’s the one that’s next on my list. Hope some of these provide at least something for you, anon x