五夏 2023

It's so strange to watch people writing 1,500 words a day feel all dejected that they're failing to meet par. I go for months dreaming of a writing day like that. You're doing amazingly well.

Yeah having infinite alternative universes where the same two people love each other no matter the world no matter the time is nice but have you considered dedicating your entire existence to find the only universe where your loved one is happy, even if they're going to hate you in that universe, even if you yourself have to die in that universe, because their happiness always came before everything else? Because you never mattered as long as they were happy? Have you considered it??????

hihi, i saw prev anon sharing fics, may i as well? （*＾-＾*）i mostly bookmarks fics with pretty prose so most of these are just beautiful words that make you Feel

itafushi first love, late spring (please drop everything and read this now it is my heart. my soul) here and where you are (amnesia au. it's dripping tears) the bull and the china shop (very cute!! pining omg) if i could swallow the sun (very beautiful prose) in the eaves of a home we will never own (this made me cry with no dialogue and less than 2k words) there will be time (fuck t. s. eliot, the essay) (Lots Of Pining)

satosugu aperture (very underrated) His One and Only (what if geto gets his body back?) maneater (10k of heart tugging prose) DERIVATIVES (breathtaking second person prose) i bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek (pure PAIN)

gen/multiple moth light (gen sss trio) something tangible (itfs, stsg, nbmk and others, jjk uni coffee shop au!! ongoing and very fun to read) were love a blessing for us (gen, itadori and nanami's relationship he's his dad aghhh) subliminal (getou pov where he's aware that his body isn't his)

Thank you! Another recs for anyone who need this!

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

i want a geto in my life

I have to say it. 'enemies to lovers' started going down the shitter when people began treating it like 'people who kind of annoy each other to lovers' ENEMIES to LOVERS is about if two girls FOR REAL want to KILL each other

Love the person who tries their best to understand you.

GeGo x Fruits Basket (Teacher AU)

History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.

— Anne Boyer, from "No," published on the Poetry Foundation blog

The Wind-Up Doll

More than this, yes more than this one can stay silent.

With a fixed gaze like that of the dead one can stare for long hours at the smoke rising from a cigarette at the shape of a cup at a faded flower on the rug at a fading slogan on the wall.

One can draw back the drapes with wrinkled fingers and watch rain falling heavy in the alley a child standing in a doorway holding colorful kites a rickety cart leaving the deserted square in a noisy rush

One can stand motionless by the drapes—blind, deaf.

One can cry out with a voice quite false, quite remote "I love..." in a man's domineering arms one can be a healthy, beautiful female

With a body like a leather tablecloth with two large and hard breasts, in bed with a drunk, a madman, a tramp one can stain the innocence of love.

One can degrade with guile all the deep mysteries one can keep on figuring out crossword puzzles happily discover the inane answers inane answers, yes—of five or six letters.

With bent head, one can kneel a lifetime before the cold gilded grill of a tomb one can find God in a nameless grave one can trade one's faith for a worthless coin one can mold in the corner of a mosque like an ancient reciter of pilgrim's prayers. one can be constant, like zero whether adding, subtracting, or multiplying. one can think of your --even your—eyes in their cocoon of anger as lusterless holes in a time-worn shoe. one can dry up in one's basin, like water.

With shame one can hide the beauty of a moment's togetherness at the bottom of a chest like an old, funny looking snapshot, in a day's empty frame one can display the picture of an execution, a crucifixion, or a martyrdom, One can cover the crake in the wall with a mask one can cope with images more hollow than these.

One can be like a wind-up doll and look at the world with eyes of glass, one can lie for years in lace and tinsel a body stuffed with straw inside a felt-lined box, at every lustful touch for no reason at all one can give out a cry "Ah, so happy am I!"'

- Forough Farrokhzad