Me Talking To Myself About Books: “Frankenstein Is The Doctor, Not The Monster. Jeeves Is A Valet,

After Kiss

So the swordsmith village....

i cannot help but identify with the monsterous and uncanny. it is the tragedy of a world that is not meant for them, that fears them, that hates them. it is the power of taking that revulsion and turning it into fuel for their strength. it is the beauty of survival. dear sorrowful creature, never fear judgement from me. for we are the same, you and i. you are like me and i am like you. let us find beauty amidst this dreadful world together.

my uncle killed my father and married with my mother and now i must *remembers that suicide jokes do nothing for my mental health and wellbeing* put on a play

“I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne,” said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

and

“She will love deeply—she will suffer terribly—she will have glorious moments to compensate.” (Emily of New Moon)

The Summer Satoru Died

wife's lap best pillow

Pov you live in an old lighthouse by the sea

● you wake up every morning with the sun and the soft crashing waves

● every day the smell of the sea greets you as you drink your tea or coffee in a homemade mug

● you befriend the seagulls and you feed them cookie crumbs as you read an old book about sea life

● you wave at the ships passing by and sent them kisses to protect them from storms

● during thunderstorms you stay inside and knit sweaters for your loved ones while listening to the rain

● sometimes you take walks by the sea and collect seashells the sea gifts you

● you make seashell strings and hang them and they play a sweet melody when it's windy

● you watch the starry sky with your grey cat and the moon smiles at you

● your room is decorated with old maps

● sometimes the sea gifts you things like the steering wheel of a pirate ship that now lays in your bedroom or the old compass of a sailor

I was never meant to be apart of society.

I was meant to crawl around the forest and make freaky noises.

I guess it’s ok 🤷🏻‍♀️ It gets the job done. Would have gone with something more gender neutral. But… nah, I dislike change anyway 😅

ok hold on