i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
Metamorphic.
how is a little freak like me supposed to make it in this world
Walking with the Wind, Abbas Kiarostami (translated by Michael Beard)
holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)
— April 8, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries
— July 20, 1916 / Franz Kafka diaries
10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board
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.