Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver
Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
Bluets by Maggie Nelson
Bright Dead Things by Ada Limon
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
The Eye by Vladimir Nabokov
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Moonlight Shadow by Banana Yoshimoto
The Woman in the Purple Skirt by Natsuko Imamura
South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami
Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata
Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho
Exciting Times by Naoise Dolan
The Housekeeper and the Professor by YĹŤko Ogawa
pony went through a phase when he was a kid where he ONLY wanted darry. not their parents. not soda. JUST darry. n he'd follow him around all day long n bug him n Darry was a teenager at that point so he alternated wildly between lovin it n bein so aggravated that pony always wanted to tag a long. that bein said. he often sits in his room at the end of the night nowadays n listens to Soda n Pony quietly talkin late into the night n aches. his brother doesn't want him anymore. n he'd give anythin to go back to when they were kids. just to grab his younger self by the shoulders n shake him. your brother won't always look at you like you hung the stars! don't waste it! don't forget it!
I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone
#asahi azumane
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"this is the longest january ever." i say every year in january
i can’t help but think of mizu x reader who’s working in cosmetology and is super feminine… i’m talking girly girl, pink clothes, items, gold jewelry, hair and makeup and nails are always done… it’s the trope of girl who puts on her hoodies and jeans x girl who takes 3 hours to get ready to go to the grocery store
this idea is so good ahhh
Mizu who lets you straddle her as you apply glitter eyeshadow on the lids of her eyes. She complains and wriggles, but she secretly loves it when she gets to see you like this: concentrated and moody if she didn’t hold still long enough.
You take ages to get ready to go out—doesn’t matter where. Mizu waits on the bed, watching tiktoks of up and coming fencers, all at full volume, completely unaware.
Mizu is always subject to your makeup experiments since she has such good skin despite not having a nighttime routine (she gets too grumpy if you tell her to get up and do a shared nighttime routine)
You’re always jealous of Mizu’s thick dark eyebrows and you often have to bribe her to let you pluck them.
Mizu lets you paint her nails sometimes when she’s wine-drunk and happy and in love. She smiles brightly and giggles when you’re finished. Demands you to take photos of your intertwined hands.
in public, you know the image you both make: you, draped in pink clothes and frills and makeup and mizu—swathed in black and wearing combat boots and that perpetual frown on her face.
Regardless, It’s a nice balance and you sometimes braid Mizu’s long hair, dress her in your own clothes, paint her eyelids and brush blush onto her face before kissing her softly.
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adventure time’s princess bubblegum and marceline inspired this one