In Armenian the word for "monster" is "hresh" and the word for "angel" is "hreshtak". How much love must these three letters possess to metamorphose a creature from monstrous to heavenly!
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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Hi ho~
Amara here. Just here to greet everyone and say, yes, I will be doing whatever I want, as the title of this blog dictates.
Disclaimer for all translations: I never studied Japanese formally, so there's a chance I get some pesky grammar wrong. Also I lean more to taking artistic liberties because I feel like translations, too, have the right to be beautiful.
I am currently translating for a scanlations group. Check our page on Mangadex!
Current projects: オフステージラブサイド (Off-Stage Love Side), 可哀想な君は僕だけの甘やかな傷 (Kawaisou na Kimi wa Boku Dake no Amayaka na Kizu)
My main blog is @ordinaryxtreme, drop by if you feel like it
Thank you for reading, and enjoy!
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I often do think it is important to call myself a woman. In past I've had kids ask me "are you a man or a girl" and in hindsight I think these kids were quite perceptive of the world. Especially when you're in your 20s it's men and girls, I've seen students write pieces describing themselves as men, but their female peers of the same age they call girls, but I have also heard bisexual women say they like both men and girls. In past I've fallen into that myself and said that yeah I'm a lesbian I like girls, but do I? No I am in my twenties and I am actually only attracted to my fellow adults - women. It does feel more serious, less trivial, both to be and be attracted to women as opposed to girls, and that can be a bit uncomfortable to be faced with. It is also important to me as a butch. I am no longer a tomboy I am a butch I am no longer a girl I am a woman. I am a woman and women can be like me. I don't feel like I've succeeded enough at adulting to call myself a woman, but that doesn't matter. I am 25, and if the word bears other connotations so be it, that's not my problem.
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You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.
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Lil' poem today to remind us to have the courage to keep living with an open heart ❤️
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I read somewhere that the act of peeling oranges for someone is considered love. I found it stupid.
Then one day, I was home after a tiring day and there were oranges sitting on the counter. I knew they had to be eaten that day, a day later, they’d be rotten.
I was just too tired.
I completed my chores, and the oranges were still there, colourful and nudging, hoping I’d pick them up.
I walked past, and found my bed. My head comfortably rested on the pillows.
Those damn oranges.
I got up, sat on the counter and peeled them grudgingly. As I ate in silence, I understood what they meant. It was love alright, not peeling oranges but being taken care of.
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One wears a "drug" mask and the other a "safe" mask.
Pills and contatcts.
Pipe dreams and hidden scars.
Then they played hide and seek, and I'm not sure if any of them won or lost the game.
Anyway did I say I love Muse-
Midly unrelated stuff:
I am falling back into The Raven Cycle I think. I want to draw them so bad. I also want to draw Percy Jackson stuff (I began the second book hehe)! And I need to finish these. Also I started an aftg animatic jkclvqlh why can't I be normal for once-
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Vardges Petrosyan, The Last Teacher (translated by metamorphesque)
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Trista Mateer — "Ask Again Later"
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Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.
- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved
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mike invited will over to show him his new campaign’s progress but will’s feeling significantly clingy today so he’s distracted himself a bit by doodling on his boyfriend’s pretty face 💔
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