Meow Muahahaha!😸

we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of

THE SNOOPY SHOW • 2.13

i'm not the best at singing. but i'm gonna sing anyway dude. i'm not the best at painting. but i'm still going to paint. my dancing will never see a stage. but it's perfect for early mornings in my bedroom and late nights with people i love. so what does this mean? it means that people are designed to do. not to be the best. just to do. if you're doing what you enjoy, then you don't have to be the best. you just have to enjoy it. you have to live.

The deep water is unmerciful, Narahashi Asako

“I love you. I love you. I love you”

season's greetings ❄

121524

It’s Sunday afternoon. A grey covering scrapes across a pale blue sky. I’m just outside the city, where the trees are watercolored in reds, oranges, yellows and browns guard the local lake.

I’m in his home, in his arms. It’s been cloudy, so I have a headache partnered with some weariness. He keeps me close, asking how I’m feeling as I close my weary eyes.

Light peers into the windows, but not nearly enough to overcome us. Like a cathedral, parts of his jacket are stained with a gentle light. I cannot see his face, but I know he’s shining.

Within slow, shifting moments, our bodies turn and he embraces me. His gentle arms take my whole body in, and my back is secured in his hold. My arms reach from under his, and my fingers tangle in his long curly hair.

In a steady yet tender voice, he whispers that he loves me.

I want to love. I want to die. I want to love him until I die. Love and death, aren’t they one and the same somehow? After all, you lose a part of you in both of these things.

I haven’t loved so deeply in such a long time.

I have no mother or father to tell about him. But to anyone else, my friends, loved ones, and this small corner where I write, I want to say how much I love the boy who made my frozen heart bloom again.

日曜日の午後。淡い青空に灰色の覆いがかかっている。赤、オレンジ、黄色、茶色で彩られた木々が地元の湖を守っている。

私は彼の家で、彼の腕の中にいる。曇り空なので、私は頭痛と倦怠感に悩まされている。私が疲れた目を閉じると、彼は私のそばに寄り添い、気分はどうかと尋ねてくる。

窓から光が差し込むが、私たちを圧倒するほどではない。大聖堂のように、彼の上着の一部が優しい光で染まっている。彼の顔は見えないが、輝いているのはわかる。

ゆっくりと移り変わる瞬間のうちに、私たちの体は回転し、彼は私を抱きしめる。彼の優しい腕が私の全身を包み込み、私の背中は彼のホールドに固定される。私の腕は彼の下から伸び、私の指は彼の長い巻き毛に絡まる。

安定した、しかし優しい声で、彼は私を愛しているとささやく。

愛したい。死にたい。死ぬまで彼を愛したい。愛と死、それはどこか同じものではないだろうか。結局、どちらも自分の一部を失うのだから。

こんなに深く愛したのは久しぶりだ。

私には彼のことを語る母も父もいない。しかし、他の誰に対しても、私の友人や愛する人たち、そして私がこの文章を書いているこの小さなコーナーに対して、私の凍りついた心に再び花を咲かせた少年をどれほど愛しているかを伝えたい。

! <3