Virginia Woolf, From A Letter To Lady Robert Cecil Written C. January 1907

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

skin over muscle over bone, hands on knees, knees on the floor, cold. thirteen corpses, colder. tongue unmoving, eyes closed, blood still. frozen forever in a state of perfect decay.

to curse users, death is family. you know, intimately, the way it feels in your lungs, the way it settles like a fine dark dust at the end of a struggle. the stench sticks to the back of your throat and tells you that you are home.

suguru presses his face into your neck and breathes out.

you did your best, he says. you did so well.

(this is love returned.)

perhaps there was a time when you loved differently, in the way that he wanted, but you are not your past. you are your present, and this is your only gift. and he accepts it, arms wrapped around you like ribs around an unbeating heart.

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

the first one was yours.

what do you mean i can’t read every book, study every academic subject, taste every food, live in every city in every country, visit every museum, listen to every single song ever produced, learn every language, meet every interesting person, memorize every particle of knowledge to ever exist ???

one thing about me is i don't remember

Forget characters who would die for their loves ones, I need characters who would live for their loves ones. Characters who are so deep in shit mentally yet they try to be better for them, can't look good but tries for them, yearns death now chases it away from them and think 'maybe life is worth living because of them'.

Characters who once couldn't even get out of bed, claws their way out of the brink of death just to live another day and see their loved ones. They think living is a pain in the ass but just the scent of their loved ones make it worth it.

To go on and try to live. A kind of love that sparks life. To say 'I live for you'

"I won't leave you in the dark" and "I'll find my way to light. To you."

That's insane

I can't imagine myself not writing to be honest. If I no longer write, I am no longer me. 'Myself' is but a dying dream, and I'd rather cease altogether than slowly fade away into mediocrity.

I write. I am a writer. I do not wish to live as anything else, or die as anything else.

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

I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:

Fictional characters are objects.

They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.

Gonna start referring to all my past traumatic experiences as "lore"

i want a geto in my life