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knockyasocksoff2022 · 2 years ago
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No Longer Human: Poem by Dazai Osamu
Slowly falling down, down, down
I descend into insanity
Desperate for attention
So I become
A CLOWN
What am I if not funny?
What is my use if I cannot amuse?
The things I say
Become more and more insincere
Psychotic things, delusional things, delirious things
Pushing me farther and farther
away from myself
the farther I get, it seems
the more I am liked, accepted as something that cannot be changed so it must be accepted.
a miserable way to live in society
but
at least I am allowed to stay
living on the fringes
ALONE
Until
I can no longer recognise
the creature
I have become
Like an animal in a circus
I have made myself exist to entertain
I can’t stop now
a sudden change
and I
would lose everything
Everyone
they would realise
that I am a liar, a snake, not to be trusted
for now I allow the scales of madness to hide me
They see me as a joke
I am sure of it
a source of laughter
The witty remarks that come so easily
after all this time
This is the way
I keep myself afloat
If I stop . . .
I shall surely drown
I fall deeper
I lose myself
to satisfy their demand
the demands that I think they have
the demands I have for myself
Bit by bit
I break down
and reassemble myself
until I am such
a patchwork of personalities
that I can’t find
the real me
(if there is one) anymore
I look deep inside myself
I am LOST
But do I want to be found?
What if I don’t like what I find?
What if it isn’t good enough?
Is this good enough?
Can I be content with just good enough?
Am I willing to try to be more than just good enough?
Could I be more than just good enough?
Or am I just like this . . .
forever wandering
adrift
through space
unable to force myself to
exist on this plane
Maybe I am writing this because
I cannot fathom myself
The fact that
this IS myself
The fact thatI have such an
Atrocious
Loud
Insensitive
Self degrading 
personality
If this is true . . .
what kind of man
what kind of human
Am I . . .
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six-white-venus · 11 months ago
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on love.
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s2ep9 bungou stray dogs: Double Black// work song by hozier// house md, s8ep19: the c-word// Anne Carson, Euripides// s1ep9 bungou stray dogs: The Beauty is Quiet Like a Stone Statue// Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘Love of the Wolf’, tr. Keith Cohen// house md// wasteland, baby! by hozier// haikyuu!! s2ep24: Switch for the Utmost Limit// the song of achilles by madeline miller// s3ep3 bungou stray dogs: Only a Diamond Can Polish a Diamond// house md, s8ep19: the c-word// shauna barbosa, from "GPS"// bungou stray dogs: dead apple//  The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan// haikyuu!! s1ep22: Oikawa Tooru is not a Genius// jenny slate// franz kafka, letter to milena// haikyuu!! s2ep25: Declaration of War// Sarah Ruhl, from “Eurydice”// bungou stray dogs: ch109// trista mateer from "for the one who loved my hands more than anything else"//
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i-eat-mold · 3 months ago
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I just realized if I apply anything I write or think of to skk I can post it here and it’s still not that dumb (lies)
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antikr1sta · 2 months ago
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(tw sh/blood/vent art) "i hate it here, i hate the smell and fluorescent lights, but most of all I hate you", he utters, gazing at his own face in the reflection of a dirty mirror; as both are only hanging on by a thread.
blood/injury tw ↓
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..yeah.. i really really hate it here
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caelanglang · 2 years ago
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Sour Drink
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close up of Chuuya being taller than Dazai
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andywaslost · 6 months ago
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ignore all logic
and grab my hand.
a dance with the devil
may be your last,
or maybe we stand
the test of time.
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theartofsorrow · 2 months ago
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Fifteen — you are wild fire red and it burns right through me sets my lungs ablaze and makes me want to fly closer to the sun say Chuuya, become my wings? Sixteen — you are wild fire red and it makes my heart race like a deer being dragged through the woods open jugular and all oh, how painful and pathetic i just want you to look at me. Seventeen — you are wild fire red but the grief in your eyes colours me blue funny how we trade wounds in place of kisses i wish you would smile more, Chuuya you look best when boastful and burning give me all your sorrows. Eighteen — you are wild fire red and i am sorry.
— letters unsent, dazai osamu through the years
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poe-tat · 8 months ago
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Fukumori and shipping lol
Fukazawa: Mori you don't understand my ship is better than yours
Mori: Nuh uh
Fukazawa: the fuck you mean "nuh-uh"
Mori: exactly I mean
Fukazawa: Ranpo and Poe
Mori: yea and Dazai and Chuuya is better
Fukazawa: no they aren't
-arguing insues-
Meanwhile
Dazai and Ranpo: *playing rock paper scissors out of boredom*
Chuuya: *writing poetry*
Poe: *writing novels*
Part 2(finale)
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t4tskkyaoi · 24 days ago
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EMERGENCY C🍓MMS ‼️
(little repost from twitter)
Please leave a note/reblog so I can reach more people!!
I really hate to do this but I've been trying to save money to cover medical expenses.
I have suffered severe medical neglect and I recently received a wake-up call that I need to see several doctors for several different things, as well as psychotherapy which I lost access to due to lack of funding.
My health has been significantly declining to a worrisome level. As for therapy, I'm in severe need of it due to the obvious fact that not only am I unmedicated for things I DO need to be medicated for (which has been previously discussed with my previous therapist), but I am also a system. I'm not stable enough to be out of therapy, I really do need it.
I will take commissions for just about anything, it doesn't really need to be writing. I'll take commissions for analyses of anything or even art (despite not being the best at it) - I'm just kind of desperate at the moment.
Examples of my writing can be found on my AO3 below:
but also on my twitter under this thread! :
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My analyses can be found on my twitter as well, under this thread:
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And finally here are the (few) examples of my art! I know it isn't my strong suit, so prices for it will be significantly lower despite the amount of time it takes me:
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I am also open to writing poems for 1-2€ each. Here's a few examples of it, in case anyone finds themself interested! (I enjoy doing character-themed poetry a lot. First poem draws inspiration from BEAST!Chuuya):
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Thank you for your time. <3
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literatureloverx · 2 months ago
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Fyodor & Poetry
power imbalance, fem!reader, kiss, tooth rotting poetry scene.
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Imagine with me:
Fyodor gazes at you with an adoring intensity, his violet eyes shimmering with a profound affection.
He leans in closer, his breath a warm whisper against your ear, each word a delicate caress that seems to send shivers down your spine.
“I love women with beautiful eyes,” he murmurs softly, his voice a velvet brush against your skin.
He holds your gaze, his eyes reflecting a deep admiration as if they are memorizing every detail of your expression.
“And those with delicate feet, graceful necks,” he continues, his touch gentle as his fingers lightly brush against your hand.
His eyes capture every nuance of your reaction, filled with an elegance that makes your heart race.
“Oh, how I love them—” His breath catches slightly, his gaze softening with a wistful smile.
He leans closer, his lips almost brushing your ear, his voice a barely audible whisper.
“Their palms grow warm, their breath quickens,” Fyodor says, his gaze moving to your hands which he holds tenderly.
His touch is both reassuring and electrifying, his expression one of pure admiration as he savors the warmth of your skin.
“I love women touched by sadness,” he continues, his voice laden with deep emotion.
He looks at you with a gaze that is both intense and tender, as if he is unraveling the layers of your soul. “Like timid fawns, with a gentle grace.” His eyes search yours, deepening the bond between you.
“Oh, how I love them—” he whispers, his voice trailing off as he seems lost in the depth of his own feelings. His gaze remains fixed on you, filled with a love that is eternal and all-encompassing.
“You can’t imagine their beauty, revealed in every kiss,” Fyodor murmurs, his lips grazing your ear with a soft, lingering touch. His eyes are adoring and intense, each word a testament to his boundless devotion.
“I love women of intellect,” he says softly, his eyes reflecting deep respect and admiration. He studies you with an intensity that makes you feel seen in the most profound way.
“Who ponder deeply, speak sparingly, know much.” His fingers rest gently on your cheek, his touch tender and reverent.
“Cherished in every place, in every moment,” Fyodor adds, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your presence. His voice is a soothing murmur, a promise of his unwavering devotion. “Oh, how I love them—”
“Within me, great and endless fires must blaze,” he confides, his voice a fervent murmur. “Even my death should be for such a woman.”
As he finishes speaking, Fyodor’s gaze softens, and he closes the distance between you. His hand gently cups your face, his touch warm and reassuring.
Slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that takes your breath away.
The kiss is a delicate, lingering caress, filled with all the love and devotion he has just shared with you.
When he finally parts, you are left breathless, your heart racing, enveloped in the profound intensity of his affection.
To Fyodor’s MASTERLIST
To my OTHER WORKS
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dazai-on-my-mind · 7 months ago
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You know the reason yourself, don't you?
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Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood
Abbi Glines, Fallen Too Far | Sleeping At Last, Mercury | Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena | SZA, Babylon | Oscar Wilde, An ldeal Husband | Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow | Warsan Shire | JM Storm | George Orwell, 1984
Part 2 | Part 3
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persimmonpoet · 22 days ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGO SAKAGUCHI THE MAN YOU ARE I FORGOT AND DIDNT WRITE A FIC FOR YOU BUT ITS OKAY I WILL KISS YOU ON THE LIPS INSTEAD
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cassiopoet · 7 months ago
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Chapped
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We were never going to work
like chapped lips
I lick mine and kiss yours;
it only made things worse.
4/11/24 via @cassiopoet
art is mine :]
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cxndiedvi0lets · 1 month ago
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caelanglang · 2 years ago
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On Canned Crab
⚠️ blood and guns
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a can of self-love 🦀
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enesl · 3 months ago
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"I told her I loved her and she slapped me. What hurt was that it was my fault."
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