Ineluctablehere - All We Have Are Our Paper Hearts

English dub Studio Ghibli movies, brought to you by wcoforever (and my lack of impulse control but extensive amounts of free time).

Kiki's Delivery Service.

Princess Mononoke.

The Cat Returns.

The Wind Rises.

When Marnie Was There.

Whisper of the Heart.

Castle in the Sky.

Spirited Away.

Howl's Moving Castle.

My Neighbor Totoro.

Ponyo.

Grave of the Fireflies.

“Sooner or later you’ll begin to dream of me. I don’t envy you those dreams. I can imagine how my face looks, burning like that, afflicted with desire—lowered face of your invention—how the mouth betrays the isolated greed of the lover as it magnifies and then destroys: I don’t envy you that visitation.”

— Louise Glück, First Goodbye

Deoksun and Taek from reply 1988 🥰

Letters I killed

There is so much that I don't say in between pauses that I never wanted,

Words die in between breathes ,

But in my head at least ,

I've spoken enough.

-@ineluctablehere

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"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"

- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)

I decided to write a story.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH,MURDER, AND VIOLENCE

Chapter 1- I’m God.

My brother does not have a grave. He now has nobody no no body. All I have now are notes he left in his books and I wished there were many,many yellow notes so I could keep reading his mind.

My brother does not have a grave and I could give him mine. But would he take it ?

My hands were never stained from blood ,not yet. So I’m not a sinner, yet. But I have a gun in my bag. How far will I go without being a sinner?

Mr. Winston's son had a vase in his room. It was an odd placement , with no match to its environment. The vase , bright yellow and golden stripes blinded me every time. But I always spent too much time looking at it. Maybe because I love yellow. Mr. Winston's son had a smile that I never liked -too fake and yet he wins people over,like the lottery.

“You don’t speak much do you ?” His smile falls casually. I nod.

He continues and this time like every single time ,it’s a proposition that rests on the table between us.

He slid the file to me.

Mr.Winston's son wants to kill his father. He wants me to kill his father. I’ve never killed any father and only watched mine die , but to get to this room , that is enough.

Mr.Winston’s son wants me to kill his father and mostly I would have said no. But my brother is dead and I can only blame two - Mr. Winston and God.

So for just a day, I want to play God.

When I agree to his proposal, I see doubt lingering in his eyes. I’ve only lived as long as him but I read people like I’ve been alive for years.

He gifts me a gun and salvation.

I don’t smile as I leave.

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