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local idiot sooooo clooooosee to finishing a book

" Gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original; in fact, it is a kind of imitation that produces the very notion of the original as an effect and consequence of the imitation itself—Judith Butler, Imitation and Gender Insubordination. "

" We are naked. I feel you touching my back with the tip of your finger.

Imagine a very clean pane of glass. You know the glass is there, but you can’t resist the temptation to use the tip of your finger to touch it—just to make sure. The slightest touch. You touch my back like that. I feel transparent. "

" We decide to go for a walk. We walk from our apartment building toward the noisy shooting stars. "

"I stand up to lean against the rail. The sky is almost dark and the plane disappears in the distance. For some reason, I have the odd sensation I am waiting for something."

knowing in my heart of hearts im probably not gonna finish this in the next 3 hours and once my shift is over im not gonna read again until work on sunday and i will have lost all momentum...

" I told you this story, and then you quit your job. I don’t know where you are right now. But whatever. Maybe debating whether something was the right thing is not the right way to go about this situation at all. I told you a story, and afterwards you quit your job and went somewhere, and I haven’t heard from you since. "

i fear i am at risk of not getting the happy ending i want !

" I put my arm around you. I give your ear a soft kiss.

“I like that story.” You’re holding a third of a sandwich. “Open up.” You put it in my mouth. Now the taste of cucumber sandwich is to me the taste of duck to the boy and the girl. "

i know what type of book im reading BUT i want them to have a happy ending still lol

not me a bit ago literally being like oh ishiguro is still alive? i can wait on reading his stuff then lol. ALSO my having just finished the kawakami book eye was reading my mind.

" It is damp and the wind is warm. The water is green and the sky is grey. The horn of the first ferry sounds. You are asleep on my lap.... I start imagining the feeling of playing the game the foxes were playing on the mountain. I’m getting better at the game, but the game continues. The game never ends. I’m tired but I keep playing. The fox smiles at me. It is a game that entirely absorbs people’s attention. "

" You: I missed you. But I’m not sorry for going away for a bit. I was bored. If I didn’t leave, I wouldn’t have missed you. "