Glass, Irony And Good, Anne Carson // Margaret Atwood // Enough, Suzanne Buffam // Linnea Paskow // In

knowing the fact that someone could find the beauty in ourselves when we are at our worst feels bizarre. because i wish i could see myself as the way they see me through their eyes too.

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i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

nothing to add to this you said it all..

“Dear Fujii Itsuki-sama, how are you? I am very well”

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

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You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Ok I’m actually kinda emotionally wrecked over chapter 123. The cat was her last shred of comfort and companionship and she cut it, because she put its happiness before her own, acting selflessly, and put her trust in another human. And all of it was ripped away from her so cruelly. Her mom died so she could save that cat, but at least she saved the cat, and now everyone’s dead. She made the mistake to trust and now she’s alone.

The more we see of her the more I think we can understand why Yuko was so important to Asa.

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board