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“remnants”

and the remnants of a poet sit at the bottom of my garden among the weeds between the compost heap the rusting wheelbarrow and decaying leaves but still he writes

and the remnants of a poet are squashed at the end of my drive between the wheely bins and the recycle boxes full of plastic and tin and so many once full wine bottles but still he writes

and the remnants of a poet lie among graves in the cemetery I walk through on my way to and from work resting among the decaying bouquets of flowers and rotting teddy bears left for people long since forgotten now just names and dates on tombstones but still he writes

and the remnants of a poet are where he belongs among the trash and the decay among the misery of all those things forgotten just wasting away like life itself now being recycled into the words that he still writes

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Makes sense 🤔

Do you ever stop and think of how Chuuya's life before the PM was one of constant violence and brutality?

And how he might have been touch-averse early on in his life for how every touch he's known was vicious and barbaric?

Do you ever think about how this might be Chuuya's first experience of actual, gentle touch since he'd been picked up by the sheep??

Do you ever consider that the reason he looks so shocked aside from his ability getting swept away, is because this isn't a chokehold or a preparation to attack, but a mere hold?

Do you ever think about how No Longer Human might have taught him that gentle touch can be just as powerful as violent ones??

Oh, by the way,

Do you ever stop and consider that the reason Chuuya was reeling every time him and Dazai closed proximity isn't only because he doesn't stand Dazai but also because he absolutely hates the contact?

Do you ever think of how Dazai might have known how much Chuuya wasn't used to gentle touch and tormented him by doing shit like this just so he can see Chuuya's visceral reactions every time?

Do you ever imagine Chuuya trying to get used to gentle touch and even try to initiate some as payback?

And how he's come to appreciate and embrace it by doing so?

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Sweetheart, even though you treated me kindly, My stubbornness prevailed. After we parted last night, I went and drowned my sorry self in booze again. Waking This morning, I remember your kindness And sadly reflect on my vile behavior. And now, I - a complete fake - now I’ll openly confess: Stripped of all dignity, lacking any sense of honesty, I was spurned on by my own illusions, into madness.

When had I ever tried to grasp the feelings of others? - Sweetheart, even though you treated me kindly, I was as stubborn and selfish as a child. Waking to intimations of morning breaking outside, Which somehow register through this pounding in my head, I remember your kindness, and also that drunken other. And as I sadly wonder who I really am on this chilly morning, Something tells me that I am nobody at all.

- Nakahara Chūya, “Untitled” from Poems of the Goat

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Actually, all beasts and men were originally something else, I am sure. At first they remember what they were; then gradually they forget, convinced that their present shape was not ever any different. But never mind about that. If the human consciousness within me were to completely disappear, I would probably be happier than I now am. Yet the human being within fears that more than anything else. How very frightening, sad, and painful that outcome seems - that I should lose all memory of having been human! How can others understand what I feel? They cannot - unless they have experienced the very same thing.

Nakajima Atsushi, “The Moon Over The Mountain” from The Moon Over the Mountain Short Story Collection

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This is probably one of the most sensible interpretations I've read about a manga/light novel/anime I came across so far.

I love how the Catastrophe has to happen anyway for Sika's plan to revive his son, meaning the world was reaching total destruction, all humanity + the vampire race were dying, and Mahiru at 16 was able to stop it.

She and Guren were like, "Okay, we're stealing our destroyed god's that chance."

And all of this being Rígr's plan that had been prepared for a millennium, an attempt to counter the destruction that Sika wanted to bring to the world.

When you draw a line and analyze everything, actually the actions of some seemingly monstrous characters (Mahiru, Guren, Rígr, Ferid) literally saved the world, gave the world another chance to survive and fight back against the creator who wants to destroy it.

And that is actually what Ferid is doing right now too.

I just love Kagami's anti-heroes. They are so well written and tragic.

I really appreciate the portrayal of these characters because they force readers to think very humanly. Yes, humanly, not just in black and white filters, in stereotypes, but to deepen more perspectives and nuances of the characters. Because people are not supposed to be just in black and white filters, but complex beings with a lot of depth. And these characters are intended to reflect the idea of ​​being human as faithfully as possible.

In fact, the entire OnS story is written this way and that is why I love it so much. It feels alive and authentic to me.

I think the author really manages to illustrate well the theme of humanity and all the ideas and philosophies that can be born from it.

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To tell you the truth, I used to consider it a disgrace to be found ignorant by other people. But now, I find that I am not ashamed of knowing less than others.

Natsume Sōseki, Kokoro

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Accurate.

"Against my better judgement" is how I feel with Plunderer too 😔 It's so cheesey and trope heavy but by god do I love (almost) all the characters

oops I didn't see this until now.

that's it, that's the series. I love it and I hate it, it can be so pretty and beautifully written and then Licht turns around and plants his face in some titties and I sigh deeply.

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“Even the brightest of you may not understand the agony of a writer who, feeling terribly ashamed of his work, sends it to a magazine as a duty to live in this world… It was a bad piece of work. On the surface, I was pretending to be honest, but underneath, I could see that it was crawling with the filthy worms of compromise.”

—

Dazai Osamu, “Derelict Student”

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“Still, the world is a strange place when you think about it: a guy who rubs you the wrong way treats you kindly while a friend, somebody you get along with fine, turns out to be a scoundrel; it all seems like some kind of farce.”

—

Natsume Sōseki, Botchan

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“No one wanted to know [other people] and no one wanted to be known. So no one knew anything about anyone else. They weren’t bothered by not knowing. They weren’t bothered by not being known. Moreover … They actually hated being known.”

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Kyōgoku Natsuhiko, Loups-Garous

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50 posts!

#50 posts #tumblr milestone

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Be the reason people still believe in good intentions, gentle souls and gorgeous hearts of gold.

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You and I have become strangers, haven’t we? No, we always were strangers. Our hearts were in different worlds, a thousand miles, a million miles apart. If we were together, we’d only be miserable, both of us.

Dazai Osamu, “On Love and Beauty” from Blue Bamboo and Other Stories

(via bsd-bibliophile)

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“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

— Epiphany

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It was the middle of the night. I was in my room, staring through the window as the heavy rain poured in.

It was cold, but I did not bother turning off the fan. In fact, I did not feel cold at all. Perhaps I have grown so used to it that even my emotions are no longer serving me well.

I let out a deep sigh while I think of you as I continue to stare at the heavy drops of rain.

What could you be doing now? Are you also staring at the same scene unfolding right now?

I wondered as I slowly lifted myself up and closed the window. I have grown tired of watching the rain, even for just a moment. And as I slowly tucked myself into my bed, my thoughts of you remained as I eventually drifted off to sleep.

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Image not mine. Credits: Pinterest (@dra1000)

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