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you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
As it would turn out, those phantom pains were not so imagined. All it took was one stray look upward, across the length of the dock for their knees to buckle and threaten to cave under them.

A revenant in the flesh, no longer outrun.

How was one meant to act when faced with the embodiment of their past? Of everything they had lost?

The petname rumbled through them, rattling their bones and leaving Minlelth with the sense of being both lost and found all at once.
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aliaslou
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you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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the vegetarian really amazed me. all of it was good but the final section was so wooahhh


It’s your body, you can treat it however you please. The only area where you’re free to do just as you like. And even that doesn’t turn out how you wanted.
The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even as a child, as far back as she could remember, she had done nothing but endure.
“I have dreams too, you know. Dreams…and I could let myself dissolve into them, let them take me over…but surely the dream isn’t all there is? We have to wake up at some point, don’t we? Because…because then…”



ahhhhhh, I read the vegetarian a handful of years ago, and have recently checked it out from the library again for a re-read. I remember it being mind-bending and over all disconcerting, which I always enjoy.

I’m in the middle of a few books because I never can stick to just one, but my focus is on Butter by Asako Yuzuki currently, and recently I finished monsters I have been by kenji c. liu— a poetry collection.


Windy boy knows where the whip lands
it always carves a manly name

To have nothing but a tiny bird to wrap
a fist around

We are each a world and its daily dying

An aviary turned inside
out and tightened