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i am every age i have ever been …

tumblr user @blossomfully, tumblr user @wastelandbebe, “Eleven” by Sandra Cisneros, “Untitled” by Franz Wright

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Nooo, Chief Justice!! Don’t turn into an otter to secretly give gifts to the Fortress Administrator!

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thinking about how scara tried to erase himself from irminsul without even actually knowing if it would work, just to give his friends another chance at life. i think that says a lot about who he is inherently- i’m definitely not justifying his horrible past actions, but, even if it was fleeting, in that moment, i feel that he truly had a real heart.

#genshin #genshin angst #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #scaramouche #wanderer #genshin wanderer #genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin thoughts #he’s so cute n silly #he is so sweet #he kinda deserves a second chance

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uh racing au??

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just thinking about neuvillette

the way hoyoverse crafts neuvillette into a man who feels so deeply that it aches, that it brings rain to the skies; that he feels every emotion so carefully etched within all his flesh and bone that he has to be wary of who is watching as he just feels, whilst also being one of the most canonically strongest characters ? i feel like that’s really switching up the dynamic of strong men having to be stoic and emotionless; it is an equally powerful thing to be able to feel so deeply.

#genshin #genshin impact #fontaine #hoyoverse #neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #furina #genshin wriothesley #he is so sweet #he is so silly #i love him

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I'm crying, they're so silly

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Violet Evergarden Novel Index

Masterpost of my English translations of the main story. If you can, please support the creators by buying the official releases here. In case of wishing to re-translate this into other languages, contact me here. If anyone is feeling generous, please consider donating to my Ko-fi or PayPal. ( ╹◡╹)っ’･*

General Index || Chronological Order

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No Noise November. everyone shut up

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Sure, I’m sad, but I’m not looking to soothe that sadness by replacing it with a new relationship. Women are allowed to be sad, and they’re allowed to be single, and they don’t need to hear that one day a man is going to make it all go away by telling her she is good enough again. She’s good enough as she is.

Charlotte Green

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clarice lispector why this world: a biography of clarice lispector \\ fernando pessoa i have more souls than one: i see boats moving (tr. jonathan griffin)

kofi

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sisyphus ; part 1

why doesn't sisyphus just let the boulder roll down? i mean, it must be a much more peaceful life, watching existence go by on that stupid, big hill, doing nothing at all. but then it makes me wonder if his persistence is just apart of the indomitable human spirit; surely, that's what it is, after all. like, his perseverance is inherent- if even a fictional figure of homer's iliad, doomed with an eternal punishment of perseverance, keeps pushing despite it all, surely that means something for us, too. i'd like to think we all secretly don't want to give up. (i love sisyphus. he is my hero.)

#sisyphus #greek mythology #philosophy #thoughts #stupid #am silly #am not real

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i hope

i was lying in the dark on my living room floor, watching the kitchen light dance on my brother's bedroom door as it opened and closed. i could hear him singing goofily alongside my mother, some backstreet boys' song; i could hear the smile plastered on his face. i could hear my mother's laugh. their voices were hardly harmonious, but something about the way i could envision them giggling into the sheets as they sang hit me hard. i could hear the water from the kitchen sink, hitting porcelain and the clink of glass cups, the pipes underneath my feeble house groaning from the effort. my sister, in the next room over, laughing at something silly on her phone. i watched the car lights from outside the window brush my living room's walls; a momentary wisp of stringed snow against dark greys and blacks. i closed my eyes after that; felt all the infinities and impossibilities and immensities of my life flicker throughout me. how strange it was, to be and feel so unapologetically human. i've never quite been at peace with my own life. i'm sure not many of us have. but, a friend wished me well today, and told me that they hope i live a long and good life. and while i'd prefer i don't live for too long, i do hope that i live long enough so that i do feel that peace- so that i do finally feel deserving of a life. i hope i do get to see and do all the things little me wished for. i hope i can exist as the same girl as i was when i'd snuggle into my own sheets and sing along with my mother every night, giggling at the way she looked when she'd bend down to kiss me gently on the forehead. oh, i hope, that death feels like everything and nothing at once; like the fleeting glimmer of light that passes by my window. i hope that death feels like hearing your mother laugh in the next room over. ⟢

#diary #diary entry #journal entry #life #perspective

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my roman empire

⟡ my roman empire is zhongli and childe.

i would like to think it's not all about mora for zhongli. he's a lonely, old man who has lived for several millennia, losing his one love many years ago to the vicious grasp of a war. he yearns to fall softly into the palms of mortal ethos; he wants to love again, reminisce again. he wants to experience the beautiful thing it is to live and to die. ⟡ then, ajax surprisingly and suddenly comes into his life. characterised by a cocky and silly attitude, childe's wit and charm pulls zhongli's attention in a whirlwind of unexpected feelings. he suddenly finds himself indulged within this little bundle of mischief and life- and god, it makes him feel alive. he relishes within childe's irresistible bright spirits and insatiable courage and grit. it was like bathing in sunlight after an age of dull, quiet times. ⋆｡𖦹° tartaglia, on the other hand; you'd assume he gets a little annoyed at zhongli's horrible spending habits and tantalising stories, whipping out his wallet every time they went shopping together at the markets. although, his countless tales and overflowing knowledge amused him greatly. (and seeing zhongli's eyes light up at the smallest of trinkets, from an average cor lapis to a new feather pen; it made it all worth it.) ⟡ in all honesty though, childe really did enjoy it. he loved to sit with his cheek in his palm, listening to zhongli ramble on about countless old legends and memories, the history of his nation, his poetic craft of stringing liyue's history into a painting within one's head... the food growing cold upon the table- but oh, who cares? zhongli looked so peaceful and happy whenever he talked about the past, his eyes glazed over in this pretty reminiscence- even if his dinner had barely been touched. besides, it's not like childe couldn't afford to purchase all the hot meals in the world to keep the time passing... ⟡ with his brutal past behind him, zhongli felt that childe's cocky personality was just a front. when they were alone, he would notice childe gazing longingly at the flowered fields and toppled mountains of liyue, its bubbling brooks and ponds, dappled within spots of hazy, afternoon light. "this peacefulness," he would say quietly to zhongli, who would walk beside him. "it reminds me of home; schneznaya." zhongli would smile then, and reach out to hold his hand. he understood the pains of homesickness; for a time and place that no longer was. ⋆｡𖦹° ⟡ tartaglia, misunderstood from birth and thrown into the brutalities of the abyss by mistake; he had always felt like the only real thing that fed his insatiable hunger for bloodshed and victory was fighting. more and more fighting, and killing, and battles, and war. although, there lied a real war within his heart and mind; one where he felt conflicted between peace and ignorance. he often wondered if continuing this tiring life of chasing that high that could only be fulfilled with a fiesty battle and a few wounds was worth it- wondered if he really did simply have no other worth, but to be an asset of war, loyal to the tsaritsa. but he found that zhongli changed this; his unbridled knowledge, his effortless patience and wisdom and timeless company... he found himself letting go around the man; feeling so at ease and safe, too. like he could finally stop fighting, even if for a moment. maybe there really was something more to live for. ⋆｡𖦹° tl;dr: childe and zhongli is that one trope where one feels they are too hard to love or undeserving of love, but the other loves them as easily as it is to breathe. i'll let you decide who is who...! thanks for reading if you did. this is my first post; i have no idea how tumblr works, but i wanna use this platform as a place to dump all my silly headcannons and stories of my favourite silly goofy ficitional characters. ⟢

#zhongchi #zhongli #tartaglia #childe #genshin #genshin headcanons