emdash abuser
everyone forms opinions about others; social cognition is as natural as breathing.
yet what i’ve learned about human nature is that we overweigh evidence available to us and underweigh evidence not available to us.
that’s reasonable; how can you make sense of what is not known to you?
but this is all much ado about nothing — my conclusion stands.
i do not need to be explained or understood; what i need is to be accepted as i am.
every mistake you’ve made and every wrong you’ve experienced is a learning lesson — it happened so that you could be here, in this moment, as a wiser and stronger person.
it is terrifying to realise that no one owes you anything, i know. on the other hand, you are no longer bound to anyone’s expectations.
maybe liberation was meant to come together with loneliness? nothing in this world comes easy.
i want you to take all the time you need to find yourself — you deserve that much.
but neither will i be waiting for you at the world’s end. with, or without me: you take everything now or you go; it’s a hard yes or a no. we don’t have enough time for anything else.
in the end, it seems to be all about timing, doesn’t it? it is, and it isn’t. we are now locked in each other’s orbit forever, regardless of whether we are bound to meet again in this lifetime.
and so be it, paths crossed or not — i would rather die than settle for you.
there is no right person, only a right time — whenever you’re ready
i should know the world is my oyster… and here i am, hoping i’ll choke on a pearl
— that time you looked at me, regret splintering within your distant gaze, you said you remembered everything. but did you really? what I remember is that exhibition, where time was represented as an unbroken swirl. past, present, future: they fuse as chaotically as the particles of the universe. and if you stand inverted, facing those waves that outline our memories, a new perspective comes through each time.
you can say it again to me — everything, all over again.
we long for, come together, and then wound each other; isn’t that how we were meant to be?
really though, it’s hard to overstate how much I’m enjoying myself here. i’m still the same old me, tardy and awkward, but in a new place with new people — and it’s made a world (country?) of difference. here, we accept each other’s kinks without judgement (well, for the most part), we share the same sense of wack humour, as well as the same glossy-eyed appreciation for the Japanese language and culture. it is good. and there are so many books. i hope this isn’t the pinnacle experience of my existence because i would be sad to see it end. just like this manga that sparks me joy, just like how beautifully it is illustrated, i hope it can always be this way for us too.
baby g’s diary 