This Is Build A Barnes My Dear Friend Made For Me For My Birthday.

This is Build A Barnes my dear friend made for me for my birthday.

He's watching me while I sleepily and unwillingly do my work, giving me strength and patience.

He also has a left metal arm.

She made his eyes green, with long hair and a metal arm and he has slightly furrowed brows and, I love him, your honour.

That's it.

I just looked at him while writing and decided to share my love for him.

A old-new read, hehe...

Trigger Warnings: Death, Depression, Lesbophobia, Intercourse (explicit), Sexual harassment, Rape, Suicide

Norwegian Wood is a novel by Japanese author Haruki Murakami. It was written in 1987 and it is primarily centered upon 1960s Tokyo college student Toru Watanabe's life and relationship with two girls: Naoko and Midori Kobayashi. Naoko is more reserved and emotionally sensitive, while Midori is more of a free spirit. Through this love triangle, Toru's story is a coming-of-age story, during the exciting countercultural late-1960s. Additionally, Naoko and Midori both experience growth and development through their relationship with Toru, involving the exploration of burgeoning sexuality, loss, grief, and love.

As in Murakami's other works, Western music plays a significant role in the story and tone. The novel itself is titled after song "Norwegian Wood" made by the Beatles from their 1965 album Rubber Soul.

call me delusional but as somebody who has had many experiences with people, while having people-pleasing tendencies, I find novels, short stories, books, and just stories, in general, that dive into the psychology and especially romance novels that present a healthy love with all the challenges as affirmation it's okay not to be satisfied with the bare minimum, just because that's the current norm.

it doesn't only bring me comfort, but it lets me stand on the ground firmly and say 'No, those are my boundaries and I will not be satisfied with less, simply because you're unable to give me my enough and meet my needs, and I'd say that's really important, too.

So, if anybody tries to ignore and invalidate your reading preferences or even poke fun at you, just because you're reading romance and not Dostoyevski or Tolstoy, the rEaL LiTeRaTUrE, they don't understand the definition of range and, it’s not on you to teach them, especially if they are not willing to listen.

example:

range -> variety

​[countable, usually singular] a variety of things of a particular type

Range of something: Librarians need a broad range of skills.

Even if you only like reading cute, love stories — so what?

If you're pissed about somebody enjoying something, you should ask yourself — Why?

Why are you so incredibly bothered by another person enjoying their read?

Reading is meant to be enjoyable, depending on how you define enjoyable — whether that be crying because of a sad ending, jumping on the bed because 'They finally kissed!' or simply staring blankly at the book, in disbelief.

so, to end my chaotic rambling — romance books are not to be dissected as classical literature. They were never written for that. If you want to, you can, of course. But, if you're one of those people who will trash somebody just because they're enjoying a cute love story, take a chill pill.

Not everything has to be serious.

Not everything is so plain in the open.

Not everything is explicitly shown.

It doesn't have to be.

It can just exist, and you can see how you relate to it.

And, if it helps — it helps.

‘The only thing we're allowed to believe is that we won't regret the choice we made.’

‘Were their lives meaningless? They were not! Their memory serve as an example to us all! The courageous fallen! The anguished fallen! Their lives have meaning because we, the living, refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my soldiers do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world! My soldiers push forward! My soldiers scream out! My soldiers rage!’

心臓を捧げよ! - Shinzou wo Sasageyo!

is it a curse having a life-giver who will doom you from the beginning so you don't live the life you're supposed to, but life for them and their unfulfilled dreams

or, not having them at all, and having only the absence and void in yourself, where the place for them is still waiting to become a home