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just remembered the best way to tell someone what youâre thinking is to tell them what youâre thinking
fanfiction is such a treasure trove for interesting, very yearn-ful prose like ...
like i literally wrote this in a tsukkikage fic
âThere are things in life that have novelty in them worthy of curiosity and pursuit, but when we have familiarity in our hands, we naturally move towards it."
like tbh i don't have a strong evidence to argue that they'd probably say this, but i tend to gravitate to the idea that perhaps some things don't change in a person, but sometimes having lived a life so far kinda changes you in a way. idk just fun to think about. what i like about the way furudate writes the characters is how they don't stagnate in a wayâthey evolve but still keep traits of themselves even until they reach adulthood. man i love haikyuu
Les ancĂȘtres de Maigriou. Scrawny's ancestors. ThĂ©ophile Alexandre Steinlen. 1884.
Gallica
emo megumi
9/6/26
âwhat radicalized youâ bro EMPATHY
âUnhealthy love is two people stoking a shared fantasy of desperate beauty, weaponizing passion and desire. Real life is filled with twists and turns, changes, recurrences. Before you even know it, youâve become a deluded romantic who denies the consequences of time or destroys the very thing that they love. Itâs funny how the only time Iâm not hypersensitive is when Iâm breaking up with someone. Then again, we brought out the ugliness in each other, as if hatred was the seed of our love.â
- Notes of a Crocodile, Qiu Miaojin
view from my university / the flowers on the table at a cafeteria / the living room wall featuring two of my exhibited works / my marshall headphones
Lawrence Alma-Tadema - "Love's jewelled fetter, the betrothal ring" (1894)
i haven't been on this app for a while so coming back to so many ads is like returning back to your hometown only to find out ur local store is replaced by a fast food chain
âThe role of the artist is exactly the same role, I think, as the role of the lover. If you love somebody, you honor at least two necessities at once. One of them is to recognize something very dangerous, or very difficult. Many people cannot recognize it at all, that you may also be loved; love is like a mirror. In any case, if you do love somebody, you honor the necessity endlessly, and being at the mercy of that love, you try to correct the person whom you love. Now, thatâs a two-way street. Youâve also got to be corrected. As I said, the people produce the artist, and itâs true. The artist also produces the people. And thatâs a very violent and terrifying act of love. The role of the artist and the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you donât see. Insofar as that is true, in that effort, I become conscious of the things that I donât see. And I will not see without you, and vice versa, you will not see without me. No one wants to see more than he sees. You have to be driven to see what you see. The only way you can get through it is to accept that two-way street which I call love. You can call it a poem, you can call it whatever you like. Thatâs how people grow up. An artist is here not to give you answers but to ask you questions.â
â James Baldwin, âThe Black Scholar Interviews James Baldwin,â Conversations with James Baldwin (edited by Fred L. Standley and Louis H. Pratt)
â Time passing isnât an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton
Taking Care Callista Buchen