New Fic On Ao3

*whisper* kageyama toss toss pls toss kageyama toss pls toss kage-

heavy is a feeling I like

obsessed with this concept

i remember the time i was eating breakfast cereal with the tv behind me. and all of a sudden. with absolutely no warning. i hear david rossi. naturally i think, THE HELL?? CRIMINAL MINDS HAS NO BUSINESS BEING ON THE CHANNEL FOR FOX NEWS.

it was an ad.

anyways thank you joe mantegna for blessing my tv on a fine sunday morning.

(no one: me: HOLY SHIT ITS JOE MANTEGNA my confused grandpa: who tf is joe mantegna)

II. "Each"

He lay very straight

in the fantastic temperatures

of the red pulse as it sank away and he thought about the difference

between outside and inside.

Inside is mine, he thought. The next day Geryon and his brother

went to the beach.

They swam and practiced belching and ate jam-and-sand sandwiches on a blanket.

Geryon's brother found an American dollar bill

and gave it to Geryon. Geryon found a piece of an old war helmet and hid it.

That was also the day

he began his autobiography. In this work Geryon set down all inside things

particularly his own heroism

and early death much to the despair of the community. He coolly omitted

all outside things.

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

Not one but TWO of the quotes in here are from books on my to-read list... I will reblog this because a. it's neat and b. as a reminder to myself to read them

my bad.

Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka // My Poems: Selected Poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva, Marina Tsvetaeva // Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami // Night Shift, Stephen King

asanoya this asanoya that,,,,, me personally i ship asahi and some damn prozac

my inner monologue part 1

when you got that mucus in you and you turn into the hawk tuah girl but instead of spitting on a thing you spit into a trashcan like a rootin tootin point n shootin cowboy

*rubbing hands together like Doofenshmirtz* you Better bury your gays... somewhere I can't find them... I'm coming for them...

MARY OLIVER