to ismene.

you remember too much, my mother said to me recently. why hold onto all that ? and i said, where can i put it down ?

[pruinesce]

omg heyyyyyy.....

[pruinesce]

thts all

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[nicostiel]

[pruinesce]

happy halloween from everyone’s favorite strawberry milkshake couple  !                                   do not rb unless you’re @mukagen ! 

[pruinesce]

drawing kentayumi as the Hottest couple of the season cant wait for u all 2 see it

[heateron]

- frank o'hara

[idleminds]

Hold Me Back (2020) ‘私をくいとめて’ dir. Akiko Ohku

[pruinesce]

fuyumicore

[pruinesce]

every quote from if beale street could talk is just kentayumi

[firstfullmoon]

His hands are big. He took my hands and put his hands in mine. I could not tell whose hands were trembling, which hands were holding.

James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk (via firstfullmoon)

[metamorphesque]

― Banana Yoshimoto

[pruinesce]

hakaio​,

         of course she tries;   there’s  no other choice for someone like Fuyumi,   active  as she always is.   She makes him laugh with her mentions of Asakusan pigheadedness  ( which he takes as a  compliment  directed at the city’s stalwart resolve )  and though it is subdued,   a  chuckle  leaves him,   followed by a smile around his next bite of fruit.   Even if she denies inheriting their strong will,   it’s nothing if not a lie brought about by indignation,   though Benimaru would instead call it  pride.   Still,   it’s innocent enough,   so he allows her words to pass them by.

         Benimaru looks to her next,   shrugging in response to her suggestion while he chews.   “ Yep, ”  comes the curt agreement after he swallows.   “ And I think the company’s revisiting some classics from old Japan,   especially the dance plays.   I heard they’re looking to bring back  Fuji Musume  ———  so if you’ve never seen it,   we could go see when the next performance is. ”

“   ah...?   really?!   ”   fuyumi straightens against the edge of the veranda,   turning to look at him with wide eyes.   fuji musume...   a name she remembers well,   having seen it many times when she was young.   it had been one of her favorites   ⸻   up until the day the theatre’s star actor retired and that particular dance had gone with him.   “   how exciting...!   i haven’t seen it since i was a kid!   ”   

her heart swells with warmth of a time long before the seventh’s formation,   and,   if she remembers correctly,   it had been benimaru himself who had taken her   ⸻   konro sat only a few rows behind,   of course.   the two had even been kind enough to dress her like a true asakusan,   complete with an old-style yukata,  sandals, and a hairpin placed with care...   which,   fuyumi realizes,   is nothing like her current turtleneck sweater and khakis.   she tugs lightly at the fabric of her collar,   smile replaced with a frown.   “   ahhh...   but i’d need to change first,   don’t you think?    ”   

[theoptia]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit: And Three Other Plays; “No Exit”

Text ID: Those big tragic eyes of hers—with that martyred look...

[pruinesce]

nonedition​,

         Tenya boasts of two problems:   one is the inability to  stop  in every way,  shape or form,   and the other one is being known by  Fuyumi.   It goes beyond being simple acquaintances:  they’ve grown close enough that they look out for one another,   having made a discreet but caring  vigil  over their own exhaustion a part of their respective routines.   It’s a neat way of saying he happened to  visit,   his back gave out,   and Fuyumi insisted he at least take a brief rest on the living room couch while she …   cooks,   which means he’s officially and wordlessly invited to  stay  for dinner.   When she asks him if he’s alright  (again)  and tells him not to move too much  (again),   he sighs and looks over the back of the couch,   watching Fuyumi flit around the kitchen  ———  and then stop once she meets his eyes.

          “ You don’t have to  insist  for me to stay,   you know that,   right?   I know a pulled back when I feel one;   I’m not going anywhere! ”   A pause.   “ For the next hour,   at least. ”

@pruinesce​.    |    ask and you shall receive.

they say a hero never rests,   and sometimes,   fuyumi wonders if it’s because of him.   he’s always been a busybody,   and it serves him well as a hero...   but trapped within the confines of civilian life as he recovers,   tensei’s tendencies to get up and go have made the process much more difficult than it was supposed to be   ⸻   which is,   of course,   where fuyumi comes in.   someone has to teach him how to slow down,   and when it comes to practicing the mundane there is no better teacher than she.   that’s what this is all about!

that,   and,   well...   the company is nice,   in such a big,   lonely house.   she’d almost forgotten what it felt like.   fuyumi peeks around her shoulder,   worry creeping up now that he’s gone quiet,   only to find him watching her from the living room.

“   i - it’s not about that,   tensei - kun!   ”   fuyumi huffs,   ears tinged red with embarrassment,   turning back to finish chopping the vegetables laid out on the counter.   “   you know you’re supposed to be resting your body. i told you i didn’t need any help,   and you didn’t listen!   so now you’re   ⸻   you’re in time - out!   ”

[pruinesce]

screams n cries n throws up

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry