"Your Name" Is One Of THE Most Important Animes Ever

I was watching Spiderman: far from home the other day. When Mysterio told Peter "you're not selfish for wanting a normal life" I almost started bawling my eyes out.

One thing I noticed is how Iron man brings out the worst in many people. There were multiple times when someone wanted to present him with something that they thought could change the world, and instead of trying to make the best of it, he ended up being dismissive or completely ignoring them, resulting in a traumatic event that triggers the worst aspects of their personality to come forth. Now ofc I'm not excusing their own bad choices, but I thought it was interesting how it seems like Iron man has inadvertently sabotaged Peter in several ways.

Mysterio could have been the perfect mentor for Peter. But he chose to be a terrible person. And that just makes me so sad.

Even still, a broken clock is right twice a day. And that speech "you're not selfish for wanting a normal life" means alot to me.

I remember Anne Shirley said something like 'Why does everyone have to grow up, and get married, and change?!'

But I say, let them. Let the caterpillars become butterflies. Let the owlets spread their wings.

I was so scared of that feeling growing up. I was literally terrified of change.

But now the sky opens up before me and says "fly!"

And who am I to disobey her?

Your bones carry the past and the future. Your soul is beyond time. Knowledge and love exist beyond time. If you feel heavy it is because you are carrying generations of memories and endless possibilities.

Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

I miss you. I miss the feel of your hair through my fingers and the way you'd sigh and relax into my touch. I miss the random song quotes that are always somehow absolutely perfect for the situation. I miss when you'd laugh like a child. I miss calling you at midnight. I miss how your voice would soften up, just for me. I miss when you'd hug me, then hug me tighter. Like nothing in the world could take me away. Why'd you let me go away? I miss you. Whyd you say those hurtful things to me? Why do you never understand. I love you, and I know you love me. But why are we always mismatched puzzle pieces?

I hate that I'm hurting you. I hate the thought of you lying in someone else's lap. But I can't be there for you like I want to because it will rip me apart.

I don't want anyone else to touch me. Their fingers feel clammy on my skin. And when I see brown eyes in sunlight all I think about is you. How could I kiss someone with your name on my lips? That would be a crime. And yet I want someone to press my body against a wall and cover up your fingerprints with theirs and kiss me so hard I forget everything about kissing you and remember everything about myself. I want to remember how to move toward someone else's warmth. I want to learn how to love you from a distance. How to say "happy birthday." Not "get in your car and come back to me."

I want to see your new girl and be happy for you. I want you to get a new girl. I want you to let me go. Even though it hurts. I want you to be happy without me. Even though that's sort of a lie. I want you to come pick me up and take me home. I want you to mark me and call me yours and tuck me in and sleep on my chest with my fingers in your hair. I want you to sigh and relax into my touch.

But we are still mismatched puzzle pieces.

Being with you❤️🧸

Mona Awad, from her novel titled "Bunny," originally published in 2019

8 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

Iiiiiii want a moment to be real,

wanna touch things i don't feel,

wanna hold on

and feeeeeel i belong.

How can the world want me to change?

They're the ones that stay the same.

They can't see me

but I'm still here.

After hesitating for forever to share poems online (like my overthinking brain usually does) I finally posted one about how I was feeling at the time. One of my moots on insta told me I inspired her to start writing poetry again. Moral of the story is, do art and be bold, bc you never know who needs to see what you create. Even if the only one who needs it is you. That is important and that is enough.

This is your call to action.

Rainbow Refraction

As the stars fall from the sky I catch them in a wicker basket to weave into your hair and make you shine Polished, perfect, like diamond prisms catching a lazy sunbeam Rainbows refraction Beautiful in every way Who needs the sun? I've got you to warm up my life