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Song of the Ladybug
Genre : drama, comedy
Аnime series : 104 duration 25 min
#Song of the Ladybug#The Song of Tentomushi#Tentou Mushi no Uta#てんとう虫の歌#anime#retro anime#anime 70s#anime series#anime drama#anime comedy
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てんとう虫パーク。#子育て #姉妹 #4歳差 #田舎暮らし #イクメン目指す #育児日記 #てんとう虫パーク和歌山 #トランポリン #キッズパーク #和歌山市 #すいてる #親は汗だく (at てんとう虫パーク和歌山店) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChwCfi0pAOa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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. . 図書館でやっと空きがでたから 座右に置いて日々の楽しみに . いろいろな媒体に発表されたものを 集めたアンソロジーなのでファンに とっては目新しさは少ないけれど 編集(選者)のセンスがよく良書に . ページを繰るごと文字列を追うごと にいつにも増して発見や示唆なども あり飽きさせない1冊に . . #神は詳細に宿る #養老孟司 #青土社 #煮詰まった時代をひらく #世間の変化と意識の変化 #脳から考えるヒトの紀元と進化 #科学は正しいという幻想 #面白さは多様性に宿る #虫のディテールから見える世界 #ファーブル賛歌 #LeicaC #ライカC #LeicaC112 . . https://www.instagram.com/p/CfORo0QvusW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Delusive Masks - Nasu
Yan! Tamamo no Mae x Reader
Old foxes aren't the best servants, they're wily and complex, and most of all, possessive
TW: Mentions of violence in the form of burning, general toxic manipulative behaviour, not really proof read
//The brainrot hit so bad that I wrote a bad fever dream. A whole bunch of liberties taken with the way being an onmyoji works and with characters as per usual. Poem is from 陽成院歌合, topic of 夏虫の恋 and is number 06 of the whole collection
あふことを, いつともしらぬ
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To be a good person is not difficult, to be a good onmyoji perhaps less so. For many people, merely getting the skill and natural ability to qualify as one is already a kind of privilege, it taints the way they view themselves, creating grandiose splendours that they can transcend beyond the mortal principles. Yet when one becomes powerful enough to summon shikigami beyond weak spirits imbued into paper dolls, it gets to their head. They suddenly, foolishly believe themselves capable of nothing short of miracles. How fast they fall, turning themselves into cruel masters, bidding their servants to acts no better than the very yokai they seek to exorcise, kicking upon their shikigami to which they had entered that sacred contract.
You are grateful for many things in life, the first that you had good parents that supported your wishes, the second that you could become a practising onmyoji, and the third being your master’s consistent and persistent hammering of humility and altruism. No lesser or greater than any being that walks upon this world, whether human or spirit, your duty was to protect the innocent and excise the guilty. Of course, he had worded it much more eloquently than such, but the motive was still present in his orotund words.
Your shikigami are as equally deserving of respect as you are, unconditional kindness could very often make the difference between an evil spirit and a good one. You have stuck by such truths for as long as you have started, even when the only spirits under your command were Ubume and Zashiki Warashi. It became a promise of kinds, that you would always do right by them so long as they showed the same sentiment in return. Eventually, you ended up with quite a few of them, a good entourage of them you knew you could trust. Yet, it was rather difficult for people to take you seriously without certifiably powerful spirits, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that there was a certain gap between the perceived disciple of the great Abe no Seimei, and the reality that you were.
There was some part of you that did resent that expectation, partly that others should have no right to comment on your ability solely on your patronage, and partly because it felt too close to home. Of course you knew it was shameful to be so powerless when you study under one of the best practitioners, it is only natural you did.
The smell of incense fills your nose as your eyes adjust to the dim room, a talisman before you laying on the wooden floor. With a brush in hand, dipped in ink and poised for use, you calm your pounding heart. You have already summoned a few shikigami before, yet at this very moment, you could feel nothing but inexplicable foreboding. It made no sense, with your current living quarters more than protected by both your and your shikigamis’ efforts, yet you could not merely shake off the tenseness in your joints and the roiling in your stomach.
It hurts, everything still hurts. Your hands from all the preparation, your knees from kneeling on such hard floors, your head from everything that has been and shall be. It is as though your body only knows to bear suffering, pain from which is borne from being mortal, pain borne of the pure action of breathing.
Still, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Picking up your brush in a ramrod perfect posture, the incantation so familiar to your lips spill out as ink stains the talisman. Your voice starts soft, barely a whisper in the wind and as your hand scrawls and scrawls with a fervour not quite known to human consciousness, it rises until the only sound in your ear is your very own words.
The moment your brush lifts off the paper and the ink settles within, placed within the circle, it resonates and glows, bursting with light and into flame as it burns into a brilliant blaze. It threatens to engulf the summoning room, grazing at the ceiling as even the fire from your candles are absorbed into such a violent inferno. You can feel the heat, practically licking your skin and singeing the ends of your coat, sweat beading at your brow as you shield your eyes from the bright display.
Even when the flames dim, what is before your eyes is merely the shaping of the firestorm into nine distinct tails, a vulpine silhouette that eventually reveals a tall figure, draped in silks and brocades. With an elaborate fox-like mask hiding the top half of his face, this spirit which presented himself as both court official and decadent noble snapped open his fan to further hide his jade white visage. Among the cool night, all you could feel was the radiating heat from his form, even if he retracted his flames, it was as if there was nothing beyond him and his fire.
The high wooden geta clacks against the wooden floorboards, elegant footfalls approaching you ever closer as he steps out of the circle. He makes no effort to lower himself to your level, fervid eyes burning behind the mask as he tips his fan beneath your chin and lifts it. The spirit takes a gander at your appearance, scrutinising your every feature with an intensity far beyond mild interest.
“This place has experienced great change since I’ve last been here,” The old fox’s lips curl into a smile, the peek of sharp canines peeking from behind. His voice is sultry, a minacious bite to his words, “Onmyoji, we finally finally meet.”
No matter this first introduction, dealing with this great spirit will be much more complicated than any you have ever met. A venerable kitsune in which vagary destruction lay right at the snap of his fingers, no matter what kind of fate he deems worthy for your mortal self, it is exactly because you are mortal that you should meet this trial.
Bowing, you raise your clasped hands in front of you and dip until you feel your back screech for mercy, “Tamamo no mae-sama, it is an honour to meet you.”
“Do take care of me, little lady,” He croons and a shiver runs through your bones, no matter how gentle his words were.
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なつむしの, おもひはかぎり
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“Master, I did not think you would arrive so quickly.”
Your hands are steady as you tip the lacquered teapot, fragrant tea pouring in a steady stream from its slender spout. The dark liquid a blend you rarely take out other than to entertain your master, there is a certain trepidation that comes with such an act, one you are not sure when will finally leave you. The joints of your fingers ache, throbbing even as you lay at rest.
“It is so wrong for me to worry for you?” He raises a brow, azure eyes regarding you with some placid gleam.
Despite your admittedly out of place nerves, your master has done nothing to warrant such, that in spite of his graceful and aloof poise, Seimei may likely be one of the kindest people you have ever met. You understand that a person can in no way be entirely benevolent nor evil, for that is what makes a sentient being sentient, but there is merely something about him that brings forward ease within a person.
You only shake your head, an abashed quirk tugging at your lips. Watching him take a sip from his cup, your mind drifts back to the message you had sent. A letter that was hastily scrawled and messy beyond reason, the paper carried the distinct stench of smoke and ash, it was a moment of panic now that you could look upon the incident with a much clearer head. The minute you had situated the old yokai in conditions appeasable to his own tastes, you remember sprinting back to your room, sweat clinging to your skin and staining the paper as you wrote, informing your master what had just occurred and asking for his guidance.
“Of course not, I just thought you would have taken more time to get here,” You hum, your voice lowered and sheepish. “Were you not at the capital when my letter arrived?”
Your master only nods, “Your words were so fearful, I thought you had come across a great trouble.”
He takes a moment to partake from his drink once more, a silence falling upon the sun-lit room as birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sound of your shikigami going about their lives ring from the distance. You rest your eyes upon his form, noting the seeming flawlessness of his presence. Sharper features that hinted at some otherworldly grace, just the most minute sign found in the form of the slight furrow of his brow revealed the distress that plagued him. Then, his long lashes flutter open, and your master merely seems to smile, relief all but seeping from his eyes.
“I am glad you are well.”
Averting your gaze, you thank him under your breath as heat flushes at the tips of your ears, not quite certain whether such bashfulness stems from troubling him or emotions else explained.
You can only move the conversation of topic away from that moment, putting on a facade of ease, “I thought you would have more insight about him.”
The expression on his face shifts ever so slightly, a sudden hardness in his eyes as he grips the teacup just the little tighter.
“He…has experienced a great number of losses due to both divine and human action,” He manages to breathe out, the sound almost all but serene if not for the lengthy pause between his words. Your master inhales, as though to continue his words, yet he only sighs, “I am afraid that is as much as I can disclose for now, it is not my place to tell what he does not wish to be revealed.”
Just as you think to pry just a little further, Hana’s voice echoes from beyond the closed doors, asking for your presence. There is a concern tinging her words, and judging by the pattering of rushed footsteps, this was a matter that required your immediate and utmost earnest attention.
“Master, I must apologise but…” Your eyes glance between him and the door, chest tightening ever so slightly as blood rushes through your veins.
Seimei merely shakes his head, an assuaging expression on his face as he waves you off, “Do not worry about me, go ahead.”
Nodding, you rise as quickly as possible, rushing off as you are swiftly carted off to the issue. The white haired man remains in his seated position, taking in the scent of his tea as he closes his eyes. He hears the silence of the wind, with neither bird song nor liveliness of existence. Seimei finishes the rest of his tea, herbal and heady fragrance greeting his senses for the last time before he places it down alongside your abandoned cup.
He takes a breath, not bothering to open his eyes as he speaks, “Uncle, I know you are there.”
From beyond the door and announcing his entrance through soft clicks, a masked man deigns to show his face as he lowers his fan. With his lips almost permanently lifted in mirth, the scarlet markings that painted his mask aided with the unease that your master suddenly feels creeping onto his spine. He is unfamiliar with this sensation, especially from the man before him.
“Seimei, its been a long time,” The old fox croons, insouciant tinge to his voice.
Without missing a beat, your master finds a new urgency within him, “What are your intentions with my disciple?”
“We have yet to see each other after so long and this is your first question for me?” Tamamo hums, an unexplainable expression on his jade white face. His fan taps against his jaw in a rhythmic manner, voice much more playful and recondite than Seimei would have liked, “She called out and I responded, nothing more, nothing less.”
“If you have any malintention upon her, I fear I may have to take action.”
Not quite a threat, for even he is unable to deny their relationship, but more so a warning. This tension between the two of them has an unspoken depth, one that had existed long before this clandestine reunion, and with Seimei’s admittedly almost obvious concern for your wellbeing, it only seems to sour so.
The old fox smiles, and the younger finds that he does not enjoy the way those golden eyes seem to shine with burning regard from beyond the mask. Tamamo only muses, yet despite the airy nature of his voice, behind his lilt was a zealous avariciousness, “I promise you, no harm shall befall her so long as I am by her side.”
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なくやあるらん
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For all that the froglets incident was worth, a situation that had been more so confusing and hysterical for the regional townspeople than any life-threatening catastrophe as you had been led to believe, it was only a mild inconvenience. A few dozen little frogs dressed to appear as great yokais were merely wandering around and acting as if they were the spirits themselves, of course they had also been imbued with some kind of ability that allowed them to recreate such acts, but it was still not some matter that would raze the whole of Heian-Kyo.
Still, that had not meant you expected to return to your abode with said froglets nipping at your heels ready to make themselves useful.
“Master…” At a loss for words, Momo could only cock her head at the image before her.
Rather than being seated at your desk pouring over documents, you were instead making yourself quite busy with some leisurely reading while the froglets dedicate themselves to stacking your books in an order only they seemed to know.
“It’s okay, they are not causing any issue,” You smile, an amused huff escaping your nose when your eyes drift to Susabi Frog balancing on top of Ichimokuren Frog as it just barely pushes a star chart into place, “I am just keeping them busy.”
Turning your attention back to Momo, you place down your book as you roll your shoulders back, the vertebrae in your spine not quite as sore. “Did you have something for me to look at?”
“Ubume asked whether you wanted to join us for lunch or have us eat with you.” Her voice is slightly hesitant, just one step away from wavering.
It feels like instinct at this point, you rest your head upon your palm and squeeze your eyes in delight. If you had to be honest, you did quite miss being able to have meals with your shikigamis, always some lively affair and certainly occuring far too sparsely for your liking.
“It has been some time since we all sat down together and ate, has it not?”
She nods her head, a hopeful expression on her face as her eyes widen in mock innocence, “Mhm! So will you?”
You laugh, shaking your head as you get up and dust your clothes. An excitement fills her as the little blooms in her hair burst open, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you out. Turning a glance to the froglets, you wave them over and they come scampering to your side at the first notice, almost all too excited to follow along. They clamour in the occasional croak or ribbit, asking about this and that. More akin to children, you wonder when that sentiment started.
By the time you arrive in your courtyard, it is all but a wonderfully teeming gathering, noise filling your ears in a manner that only served to coax your heart from its tight cage. Seeing them like this, you are happy that you get to have such a sight, living free from suffering and safe, that was the most important point, that they were safe.
“I see you all are in good spirits,” You hum, an announcement that is swiftly followed by a symphony of ‘Master’s’.
Some of the younger shikigami immediately leap from their seats to your side, to which you only greet them with on overfond smile and a pat on the head. Those busy with serving food or handing out cutlery likewise greet you, not quite able to pull themselves away from their tasks but still sending a smile or a wave. Momo is quick to join everyone else, flitting between chatting and aiding. Ootengu had busied himself with scooping soup while Hana had been floating around ensuring everyone had some kind of meal, leaving one person notably uninvolved.
“Little lady,” The old yokai calls for you, resting his head on his palm as a smile plays on his lips. Sitting beneath the plum blossom tree, he almost looks like the subject of a great painting under falling petals and soft sunlight. Just the view of such makes you almost afraid to approach him, yet still you do so. You are unable to tell exactly whether his levity is real, but you can only assume so by his leisurely tone, “Have the froglets been helping you?”
Glancing at the frogs now being babied by the rest of your shikigami, a notion you did not think they would take up so fast, you only laugh, “They are very earnest, thank you.”
Silence falls upon the two of you and for a moment, it truly does feel that all is right in the world. There is little discomfort in your body, joints no longer cracking at every minute action nor head pounding at every little stimulus that dared to exist. The smell of sweet flowers and delightful aroma of proper food fills the air, and you yearn for nothing more than these days to continue on.
Those froglets, troublesome at first though they may, had ended up being a kind of blessing. For ever since their attempted marauding, you have had little, if any issues that required your action. You spend your days reading and writing, responding to correspondence and finally able to focus on your studies.
It is while reminiscing that Tamamo’s silvery words reach your ears, pleasant and coaxing.
“These few weeks have been rather peaceful, don’t you think?” He tilts his head to the side, meeting your gaze in a single move.
You squeeze your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping you as a smile tugs at your lips, “It has, I can finally get to some marriage proposals I had apparently recieved.”
For a moment, just the slightest second late, you thought the old fox’s expression darkened. Yet just as quickly as it came, it left, and he simply continues on. His eagerness almost resembles that of those older ladies, that crooning voice asking for more and more, ready to give advice you never thought you would need, older yokais surely were no different than mortals.
“Oh? And who is the lucky fellow?” His nails, scarlet and far longer than you remember, clasp around his fan.
“Just another onmyoji, he isn’t from the big name clans that sent their pathetic excuse they call letters,” You sigh, then hold your hands up in clarification, as though to correct yourself from your perceived distate, “Which is good, less likely to be some bigoted oaf.”
Tamamo merely hums, snapping open his fan to hide the bottom of his face, yet there was an odd wry tinge to his words, “How intriguing, our little lady seems to be quite popular to attract even onmyojis from the big clans.”
“Don’t flatter me, they just want to find someone they can continue their bloodlines with.”
Rolling your eyes, an acerbic grin appears on your face as you take a drink from the teacup one of the froglets brought over. Just like those old ladies, he places a hand on your shoulder and with an assuaging tone, a sense of warm reassurance is poured into your being.
“Well, you won’t have to worry. I’m certain you will have no trouble.”
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またまたも, みをぞすてつる
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Kiyohara Genjirou, a practicing onmyoji that had sought you out not only for his pursuit of the craft but admiration as well. So he cited in his first correspondence, and so you would like to believe.
As he wrote to you, you found him an eloquent and diligent man. Genjirou, though not hailing from a noble family nor considered talented enough to join a major clan, wandered through the country aiding when he could. All he had were paper dolls and simple talisman, yet that was all he needed. He had heard tales from those whose qualms you have solved, and had grown curious of your being. It was natural, yet this natural curiosity had grown to longing when he caught a glimpse of you in the city.
The image he described of you had seem otherworldly when you first read it, donned in simple robes and merely another face among the crowd, his eyes had no choice but to follow along your form, entirely unable to pull away from you. As if sent down from the high heavens, even the slightest whisper of your voice had made him understand why men should turn to religion.
You thought of him less fondly, perhaps not an infatuation such as his but an interest nonetheless. He had only sent two letters, the first that had been introductory and more similar to polite courtesy, the second much more personal and akin to courting. Still, you had been touched by his words, further still when you read the last portion. He would make the journey to your estate, to meet you and to perhaps, if you would allow him the chance to, to court you.
It was by no means a demand, but rather a suggestion. Genjirou had gone so far as to write that should you not find him appealing in any manner, that should you deem him overstepping, you were in every right to have him kicked out and his hair cut short.
You remember showing Tamamo the letter, surrounded by the froglets as he read from behind your shoulder. You told him that you would like to meet such a staunch person, and perhaps at the time, you had laughed alongside him when he said that should Genjirou truly act as he feared, then it would not be humiliation that he would bear. There was nothing to worry for, all you had to do was await his arrival.
Yet, despite his staid words and his solemn promises, he never came.
Under the moonlight and through the cold night wind, you can only let out a soft sigh. Your shoulders slump beneath your robes as all of a sudden, your body feels too heavy for your feet. Leaning against the wooden pillars of the front gate, that familiar tightness in your chest returns once more. Yet rather than what feels like your ribs enclosing onto your rapidly beating heart, what occurs to you now is more akin to that sentimental organ squeezing against its cage, yearning to pry straight through to leap out and wither away. Your lungs long for air, forcing in and out and yet it is not enough, never enough.
It is cold, so, so cold. Why were you cold?
Closing your eyes, you feel a presence approach from behind you, then a hand pulls you away from your resting spot. You lay against a warm body, that even through layers and layers of silk and brocade, you do not even have to open your eyes to know who it is.
“Tamamo,” Your murmur disappears into the night, yet it is a call that he hears and responds to.
With your limp limbs that which hang uselessly, the old fox gathers you into his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I thought he was different…”
Methodical and rhythmic, his chest rises and lowers, coaxing your breath to follow suite. Within his hold, there is a warmth that penetrates the skin, enveloping your tendons in loving flame. Tightly held and tightly received, Tamamo lets you dig your nails into him, until your fingertips ache and your wrists cramp up. He merely returns the sentiment, as though it was entirely natural to do so.
“Will you be honest with me?”
As though ashamed to even consider such a thought an option, you can barely muster your voice to above a whisper, “Do you think I’m a disappointment to my master?”
“Of course not, my little lady is very accomplished,” He croons, his voice soft and soothing. “Do you think I would have answered your call otherwise?”
Still enveloped in his presence, you inhale the familiar smell that clings to him. When he speaks to you as such, it truly does feel like all will be right in this world. Desiring nothing more than to keep you safe, this old fox you had once shrinked from has now become your only succour. How fast you had let him in your heart, that he should treat you with the same regard and care you do the rest of your shikigami, and you would become so easily reliant on what he may give you. Ironic, yet undeniably a notion you had grown aware of since his arrival.
“Besides, he is rather foolish to give up on you,” He sighs, an undertone distantly related to triumph hidden beneath assuage and fondness.
That graceful hand cups your face, reverent as though bearing a great treasure. Your eyes flutter open, and it is then you notice that he is no longer wearing his mask, presenting that exquisite face once hidden to you. Narrow eyes of beguiling gold with long lashes, lips that more appeared as delicate petals. No matter the scarlet markings painted upon his skin, it is no wonder that men should turn to fanaticism in the face of such sublimity. You can only stare in awe, how warm your ears flush and how heat roils in your stomach upon the sonorous hum of his voice.
“You deserve much, much better than a human who only knows to lie to you.”
Lying on the beaten dirt path, Kiyohara Genjirou will be buried in an unmarked grave, neither name nor profession known to those who will find him. For all that remains of this unwitting suitor is the stench of smoke and shrivelled corpse, caught too soon in a fox’s tempestuous favour and left to burn in the same blazing rancour that once threatened to engulf the tranquil capital.
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なつむしの, なほあきたらぬ
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Being a good onmyoji is not difficult, it is not some arduous task to respect and love your shikigami, to treat them as one would dear friends and family. Yet, a shikigami that has only lost and lost, when given a second chance to make it all right, what then happens to that good onmyoji is very often known only to those hidden away.
Your master, when he had learned of the events that transpired had taken it with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a sharp exhale. Before he left, he had gifted you a talisman and instructed you to hang it in your room, to which you did. Yet, that very day, it had gone missing from your door. You had no unease at it, after all, he had given you hundreds of protection talismans, what difference was one going missing?
You on the other hand, had come to realise many things about your emotions with the arrival of both dismay and prolonged peace. That old fox who has done nothing but inexplicably care for you, with no explanation nor clarification. It had come out of nowhere, that quiet wistfulness and longing glances, you nearly thought yourself mad yet it was true. Torturing yourself with what could only possibly be, one could only imagine the joy that filled you when you had to do nothing but wait just a little longer, and even that foolish wish should come to be.
Cicadas sing in the distant night, your lover has long retired for the night and lays atop the bed, what you may see now is but his most true form, masks and disguises left at the door. Vulpine ears atop his head along with nine full tails, he once again scoops you into his embrace as even his tails move to cover you.
“Cold…” You only whine, squirming closer as though you could crawl into his skin.
Tamamo only huffs in amusement, no sign of actual vexation, and pulls you in closer. The increased contact brings burning touch falling upon your skin, the old fox noses along some invisible line at your neck, his lips pressing a kiss upon your pulse. He coaxes a sigh from your throat, soft and airy and almost all too practiced. Wholeheartedly embracing the fervid greed within him, you think you feel the prick of sharp canines against tender skin, yet you could care less.
In nothing more than your sleeping robes, luxurious clothes stripped off, legs entangled and limbs intertwined. To an unwitting observer, it would be difficult to discern whose form was whose, so thoroughly ensnared fox and human may as well be one body.
With neither onmyoji nor spirit to separate the two of you, and in this little delusion, not even the heavens will seize you from his side. He has ensured it, he shall see to it that the one he loves will never bear such suffering ever again.
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Choir Sydney&Kylar
"You're singing all right, so why don't you just face forward and sing proudly?"
"No, I'm embarrassed."
"Hmm……, I think it's more noticeable when you turn your head down."
I think I read in Dol that Kylar's parents once belonged to temple (hazy memory).
So I was thinking that their childhood probably went to TEMPLE together, including the fact that they were close to Kylar and Sydney when they were little.
The two of us would fuss over insects while weeding, or read scrolls we found together while cleaning up our rooms.
I'm sure we had those kinds of interactions, too.
Sydney mentioned that for some time he was no longer allowed to go to Kylar's house, but I am sure that was because of what happened with Kylar's parents.
It's a little sad that two people who were so close have drifted apart because of it and now the distance is opening up.
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「ちゃんと歌えてるんだから、前を向いて堂々と歌えば良いのに」
「やだよ、恥ずかしい」
「ふーん……俯いてるほうが目立つと思うけどな」
確かDolの中でKylarの両親はtempleに属していた事があると書いてあった気がするんですよね（うろ覚え）
なので、小さい頃KylarとSydneyと仲が良かったってことも含めて幼少時代は多分一緒にtempleに通っていたのではないかな、と。
草むしりをしながら二人で虫に騒いだり、部屋の片付けをしながら見つけた巻物を二人で読んでみたり。
そういう交流もきっとしていたんだろうなって。
いつからか家に行くことを許可されなくなった、とSydneyが言っていたのはきっとKylarの両親の件があったからですよね……。
そのせいでかつて仲が良かった二人が今距離があることが少し悲しい。
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ここで少し語りたいと思える瞬間が好き
1日の終わりくらいの時間に、ここで短く何かを綴りたいと思える瞬間が好きです。
特になんでもない話や過去の出来事とか、重くならない程度に書けるのがいいですね。
夜は、どこからか鈴虫の声が聴こえる季節にもなってきましたし。
涼しい風がゆるやかに流れていて、その風を頬あたりに感じる時が心地よい。
頬を優しく撫でるように、通りすぎてくれるのですよ。
そういえば今日は、大好きな作詞家の森雪之丞さんの作品を見直してました。
森雪之丞さんといえば、昔のアニメのドラゴンボールとかキン肉マンとか、布袋さんの曲の作詞家として有名ですね。他にもたくさんありますが。
そこで、私の中で一番好きな作品はなんだったっけ？と思い出してみたところ、すごい内容の歌詞の曲だったことにハッとして、一気に顔は赤くなり。。。
めまい起こしそうなほど、ドキドキしてしまいました。
その曲は20代くらいの時に愛していた曲（歌詞）です。 その頃の私の心境と大いに重なるところがあって。
あんまり人気がない曲なので残念ですが。。。 私の中ではNO.1です。
ところで、大好きな作詞家の森雪之丞さんのこと、しばらくだけど、少し忘れてた気がします。
あんなに大好きだったのに。
だから少しずつ思い出して、一つずつ聴いていこうかと😊
また、ベスト5でも報告したいです。
2023年9月15日
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2023年 (今のところ)の一生のこと
こんばんは。tokyomariegoldです。
あやのです。
私は2017年頃からtumblrに投稿を始めて、その頃から「30歳で消えなくては」と、はっきりと思っていました。
写真(セルフポートレイトなど)と共にインターネットに置いた言葉達が、いつか消えてしまうのが前提である事は、インターネットを通して私がしたかった事をより効果的に伝えられるんじゃないかな、と考えた結果だったのだと思います。
(一通りやってみて、成功したのかどうかはよくわからないし、伝わらなくてもよかったとも思ってます。)
「ちゃんと消えなきゃね」と、自分とした約束を果たすために、30歳の誕生日に向けて毎日SNSの投稿を消した日々(それはとてもあっけなく悲しかったです。)を越えた2023年。
(30歳を越えても身体は全く残り続けているのです。)
生活をしていると、ふと「私はきっと一生〜なんだろうな」と思うことが多いのですが、でも去年までその“一生”は、とりあえず30歳までのことだったので、今年30歳になって、それを越えたこれからを思うと頭の中で自然と"(今のところ)"とカッコ書きされるようになっています。
そんな2023年、(今のところ)の一生、についてです。
(今のところ)一生、
2日に一回アボカドの断面で占いをして、
盆と正月は誰かといたくなる病で、
私を癒してくれる猫には出会えなくて、
帰り道に次のバスが来るまでバス停を遡り歩いてしまって、
バスを降りた後の夜道を歩く時に歌うのをやめられなくて、
(違う！)通勤通学はセグウェイで、
インターネットの女の子たちが大好きだけどまだ決して会いたいとは思っていなくて、
毎月満月をみんなにひとりで見て欲しくなって、
Xって言いたくなくて、
金曜の夜中に空の電子レンジが回るのを眺めて、
日記の更新を続けてもtumblrの治安は謎で、
アラームかけっぱなしで毎朝お部屋を出て、
無事帰って来られますようにと日々祈って、
家族でファミレスに行ったことがない人としか結婚したくなくて、
苦虫女を目指していて、
大晦日には“おとぎ話みたい”を観て、
社会で目まぐるしくなると写真をしたくなるし写真を真面目に考え始めるとそろそろ社会にのまれちゃおうかな！とあまのじゃくをやっている。
ちょっとずつ隠れて最悪をする以外で人生合戦に敗北しない術を探している。
土曜日の夜あたりにはふと自撮りをしたくなる(もう30歳を越えたのだから自分ルール的にはしな良いのに)。
全然たくましくなりたくなさすぎる。
そして面白いって言われて傷ついて、いいね！に救われています。
今のところ、一生、そんな感じです。
2023年、みなさんの(今のところ)の一生、は何ですか。
良いお年をお迎えください。
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After the Rain- I'm Your Hero (アイムユアヒーロー) English Lyrics
テレビの中でよく見る 強い正義のヒーローに
きっとこれっぽっちも 似てないことはわかっているよ
泣き虫小むしがひとり 頼りないか細い手でも
繋いでボクらふたり もう寂しくはないはずさ
I know I’m not the slightest bit like
The strong heroes of justice I often see on TV
Alone, I’m a small, sniveling crybaby. Mine are weak and unreliable, but
Together, we hold hands. We shouldn’t be lonely anymore
ありふれた言葉で
君に伝えたいこと
It’s nothing special
But there’s something I want to tell you
ずっとひとりで頑張ってきたんだね
You’ve been working so hard for so long, all alone
もうだいじょうぶ
But it’s OK now
世界を照らす魔法はないし
得意・必殺の技は出せない
でも
悲しくてたまらない時は 僕も泣いてあげる
頼りない
There’s no magic that will light up the world
And I don’t have any special or finishing moves
But
When it’s too sad for you to bear, I’ll cry with you
I’m unreliable, but
君だけのヒーロー
I’ll be your hero
誰かの涙を���暗い空に飾るような世界だ
ちょっとだけ何処かに 行きたくなる気もわかるよ
泣き虫小むしがふたり ボクも気丈なほうじゃないよ
もし泣きたくなったら 一緒に泣いてしまおう？
It’s like this world decorates its dark skies with somebody’s tears
I get if it makes you want to go somewhere else for a little while
Two small, sniveling crybabies. I’m not brave either
If you want to cry, then why don’t we cry together?
ああ
ふたりぼっちのメロディ
Ah
This melody is for our lonely selves
この世界がどんなに暗くなっても
No matter how dark this world gets
だいじょうぶ
It’s OK
不甲斐なさなら世界一で
笑うよりずっと泣いているけど
でも
長い雨に震えるときは 傘をさしてあげる
約束だよ
君だけのヒーロー
I’m the most spineless person in the world
And instead of smiling, I can’t seem to stop crying
But
When you shiver in the long rain, I’ll hold my umbrella out for you
I promise
I’ll be your hero
だからボクは歌うと決めたんだ
暗い夜にも届くように
だからボクは歌うと決めたんだ
ひとりきりにはしないように
だからボクは歌うと決めたんだ
誰に見向きもされなくたって
That’s why I decided to sing
So I could reach you on those dark nights
That’s why I decided to sing
So you wouldn’t be left alone
That’s why I decided to sing
Even if nobody noticed me
そこに君がいる それだけが全て
But that’s when you appeared. That’s all that matters
世界を照らす魔法はないし
得意・必殺の技は出せない
でも
悲しくてたまらない時は 僕も泣いてあげる
頼りない
There’s no magic that will light up the world
And I don’t have any special or finishing moves
But
When it’s too sad for you to bear, I’ll cry with you
I’m unreliable, but
君だけのヒーロー
I’ll be your hero
アイムユアヒーロー
I’m your hero
#after the rain#soraru#mafumafu#translations#There's always a part of me that's like 🙄🙄 songs like this are so cheesy#But then every time I hear this song I legit tear up 😭
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それと…
♪生きてるだけで丸儲け♪
優里の曲のこの歌詞が気になっていて…
そんなふうに生きることができるヒトたちをすごいと思うし、好ましくも感じている
ほんとです。
この曲、好きですよ。はい。
けれど、
この世界には、重いものを背負って産まれてきて、
1日1日を苦しみ、悶えるように生きてる人がいるはずで、
丸儲け♪なんて簡単に言えなくないか？
と心の隅で呟く私がいる
なぜ、ヒトは生きてる？
なんのために産まれてくる？
苦しみながらも、生きることの意味は？
人だけのことでなく、花、虫、動物、命あるもの、みんな生まれてきては死んでの繰り返し。
なんなんだ、それ
あ〜
キタキタ、答えがあるのかないのかわからない事をうらうらと考えてしまう波が
確か数年前にも似たようなテーマでうらうら考えたっけ
そのときの私のとりあえずの答えは、
この世界の誰かさんたちには生きる意味や与えられた使命があるかもしれないけれど、私みたいな人間には生きる意味など与えられちゃあ、おらぬ
でも、産まれてきちゃった。
仕方ないから、楽しんでやろう
そんでもって、最期の瞬間、
あ〜、楽しかった！
って言ってやろう
なんて、
そのときは、答えを出すことを放棄、とりあえず生きることにした。
さて、今回は。
２、３日考えてみたけれど
やっぱり、生きることに意味があるとは思えない。
これまでこの世界で流れてきた時間とか
繰り返されてきたこと、そんな大きな（って言葉さえ小さい）ことの意味をワタシが出せるわけもない。
星空を見上げたときにワタシが感じる宇宙との繋がりさえ、ささやかすぎる。
若い頃のワタシなら、人生が意味のない時間、と思うと、なんとなく虚しさも感じたけれど、
今の私は、意味のないこともそう悪くないと感じる。
あらゆることに意味があると思うなんて、小さい、小さい。
足元の小さな花のように、
ちょこまか動いてるアリンコのように
霧になったり海になったり、流氷になったり大忙しの水のように
在るべし。
人間が持ってる、感情と言葉とともに在るべし、
なのです。
さて、次のうらうらの波が来たとき、私はどんなこと、感じるのかなあ？
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[Chinese translation] DIR EN GREY - カムイ
Translation by me.
You can read the lyrics with Kanji & Hiragana & Chinese translations at my Blogger. 👆 (Just like karaoke!)
Japanese/Traditional Chinese lyrics below 👇
憂いを貪り食う
貪婪地吞食憂傷
自覚の虜
自覺的俘虜
夢ばかりじゃ夢は朽ちる
總是處在夢境中的話 夢就會漸漸腐朽
虚な瞳に生きる
我活在空虛的眼眸裡
それが現実
這就是現實
代わり映えのない明日
一如既往的明日
夜へ
直至夜晚
誰にも言えない
無法向任何人傾訴
傷に身を投げ出して
我將自己扔進傷口之中
預けた事の無い命
從未交付過的生命
篩にかけ
我細細篩選
聞いているのは
正在聆聽的是
無慈悲の椅子
無情的椅子
虚な瞳に生きた
我一直活在空虛的眼眸裡
其処に居るのは
在那裡的還是
代わり映えのない詩
一成不變的詩歌
唄おう
來唱吧
後何年ですか?
還剩下幾年呢?
まだ生きるんですか?
還要繼續活下去嗎?
求め狂う薄情の喝采
瘋狂地尋求那些薄情的掌聲
時には涙と笑顔の真似
有時我會模仿他們的淚水和笑容
捨てられた愛を拾う人生なんです。
我的一生都在撿拾那些被拋棄的愛
首輪に鈴をつけて
我將項圈繫上鈴鐺
今日も歩く
今天也會繼續向前走
虫ケラを踏む
踩過那些螻蟻
私も同じ
我也和牠們一樣
嘆き
哀嘆
もがき
掙扎
叫び
叫喊
嬉しい?
開心嗎?
愛、投げつけられ
愛 被拋棄
命
生命
軽い
輕賤
命
生命
嘘だ
是個謊言
命奏でよう
彈奏生命吧
避けられない
逃避不了
今日も痛い
今天也好痛
傷に投げ込まれる
被扔進傷口之中
嘘だ
騙人
信じられないよ
不敢相信啊
私も人間
我也是個人
誰にも言えない
無法向任何人傾訴
傷に身を投げ出して
我將自己扔進傷口之中
嘆き
哀嘆
もがき
掙扎
叫び
叫喊
嬉しい?
開心嗎?
愛、投げつけられ
愛 被拋棄
命
生命
軽い
輕賤
命
生命
嘘だ
是個謊言
愛奏でよう
彈奏愛吧
避けられない
逃避不了
今日も痛い
今天也好痛
傷に投げ込まれる
被扔進傷口之中
嘘だ
騙人
信じられないよ
不敢相信啊
私も人間
我也是個人
生臭い空が
充滿腥臭的天空
唯一の救いだろう
或許才是唯一的救贖吧
今よりもっと人間の
我要比現在更加地
生き方に近く
活得像個人
Absolute
後何年ですか?
還剩下幾年呢?
まだ生きるんですか?
還要繼續活下去嗎?
求め狂う薄情の喝采
瘋狂地尋求那些薄情的掌聲
時には涙と笑顔の真似
有時我會模仿他們的淚水和笑容
捨てられた愛を拾う人生なんです。
我的一生都在撿拾那些被拋棄的愛
時には温もりと
有時我感覺到帶著溫暖
安らかな死の匂いを
安詳的死亡氣息
#dir en grey#diru lyrics#diru lyrics translation#translation by yinfu#kamuy#chinese translation#中文翻譯#diru歌詞翻譯#traditional chinese#繁體中文#link post#link to my blogger
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Giant Robo (special effects)
youtube
Mitsuteru Yokoyama and Osamu Tezuka are often compared as Japan's representative science fiction cartoonists, but Yokoyama Mitsuteru's talent may surpass Tezuka Osamu by far. They are competing to release their works at the same time, but Yokoyama is often the winner. "Astro Boy" (Tezuka) and "Tetsujin 28" (Yokoyama), "Triton of the Sea" (Tezuka) and "Babil II" (Yokoyama). Tezuka likes to talk about robots with human minds, but Yokoyama hardly ever talks about them. "Magma Ambassador" (Tezuka) and "Giant Robo" (Yokoyama)are the same, but "a robot that should not have a heart, Giant Robo" ignores the commander's order and sacrifices himself. The action brought tears to the young men and women of the viewers at the time. The heartfelt actions of those who do not have a heart touch people's hearts.
ジャイアントロボ
日本の代表的なSF漫画家として、横山光輝と手塚治虫はよく比較されるが、横山光輝の才能は、手塚治虫を遥かに凌駕するのではないか。同時期に競うように作品を発表しているが、横山に凱歌があがることが多い。「鉄腕アトム」（手塚）と「鉄人２８号」（横山）、「海のトリトン」（手塚）と「バビル２世」（横山）など手塚は「人間の心を持つロボットを好んで取り上げるが、横山はほとんど取り上げない。「マグマ大使」（手塚）と「ジャイアントロボ」（横山）も同様だが、「心を持たないはずのロボット、ジャイアントロボ」が、命令者の命令を無視して、自己犠牲の行動に出たことは、当時の視聴者の若い男女の涙を誘った。なまじ心を持たない者の心ある行動が、人の心を打つのである。
#Giant Robo#special effects#Babylman#Mitsuteru Yokoyama#Osamu Tezuka#science fiction cartoonists#Astro Boy#Tetsujin 28#Triton of the Sea#Babil II#Magma Ambassador#Youtube
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『今日、誰のために生きる?』
Amazonで予約してからだいぶ経って、ようやく届きました;;;
人、自分、として生きる事。どうして今の時代に日本人として生まれたのか と言う事。
神道の教えに、自分達は神様から分けられた、分け御魂と言う魂で、元々は神様の一部であり、一人一人の体そのものが神社なのだよ、というものがあります。
だから私達は『自分』も『他人』も大事に尊重しなければいけない。
『お客様は神様だ』という言葉が日本にはあるけども、同時に、それを接客する自分もまた神様であり、みんなが八百万の神様な訳です。
だから本当は両方が両方を尊重しなければいけない。
そして私達は元々は神様だった事を思い出すために、神社の参道（産道）を通って、神社の中にある鏡に向かって、自分を映して一礼して、それまでに自分の魂についた穢れを祓って、また世界に帰っていく。 そしてそんな神社は日本中にコンビニを超えるほど沢山、あちこちにあるんです。凄くないですか？
最近、ずっと祖国である日本や神道を私なりに勉強していますが、ショーゲンさんが伝えるブンジュ村の教えは、その元々の日本人の教えをアフリカで冷凍保存されてそのまま残されたもののようで、本当に魂震える気持ちでこの本や彼のYouTubeを拝見させて頂いてます。
最近思った私なりの神道の解釈は、この地球（宇宙）で人間として生きる上での作法の教えなのだという事でした。
ブンジュ村の村長は人間の役割は、この世界を祝福することと言っていて、それも腑に落ちました。 朝日や夕陽が綺麗なこと、自然が雄大なこと、動物の毛皮や鳥の羽、魚の鱗が美しいこと、虫の声に癒されること、季節が巡ることを美しいと思い、愛して記録にとどめて育てて行く事が人間の仕事であり、昔の日本人は俳句や歌にそれを留めて、自然と調和して過ごしていたなぁなんて思いました。
地元の校歌や市町村の歌があれば、歌詞をよく読んで貰いたいのですが、おそらく、「みんな仲良く助け合う」こと「地元の自然を讃え誇る」ことを歌っていると思います。別に普通のことじゃんと思うかもですが、それが元々の自分達の教えだったんだと、私は最近故郷に帰って改めて、これってとても大事な事だ…と強く思ってい��す。
日々の自分や他人の所作や失敗を、面白く可愛いと思い、自分の内にも外にも自然と地続きである神様の気配を探す。
そんな風に自然と出来て、生きていけたら、とても楽しいだろうなと最近思って過ごしています。
とりあえず、この本はおすすめです（長い）。
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今朝目覚めながら
「待つとし聞かばいま帰り来む」
という七七(しちしち)の音が急に浮かびました。
これは和歌の下の句ですね。
「私の帰りを待つと聞いたなら、すぐに戻ってまいりましょう。」
すぐに上の句もそらんじました。「立ち別れいなばの山の峰に生ふる」
百人一首に取られている中納言在原行平の歌です。
切ない、思い。
この歌は、別れを惜しむ歌ですが、
一方で、後世には、いなくなった人や動物が戻ってくるように願う、願かけ、おまじないの歌として有名になったそうです。
どうしてこれが心に浮かんだのか。
同時に
「長い深い孤独」と浮かびました。
それはこれから来るのか？と自分に尋ねると
どうやら「ようやく終わる」ようです。
わたしは確かに長らくそのストーリーを待っていたのかもしれないです。
ちょうど昨日が誕生日でしたので
何かの節目のときが来たのかもしれません。
さて、「まつとしきかば・・・・」と言えば、
わたしは中学高校で古典を教えてきました。
「かぐや姫」を扱うことがあり、
許される環境の時は、みんなで関連の映画を見ました。
高畑勲さんの「かぐや姫の物語」
実はこの和歌が出てくるのをご存知ですか？
「天女の歌」です。
姫は
近所のそこらの庶民の子らに紛れて
大地にころころまろげながら元気に生い育つのですが
少女のある日、いつものわらべ歌を歌ってたはずが
自然に転調して哀感のある歌詞を独りで歌います。
天女の歌
作詞：高畑勲 坂口理子 作曲：高畑勲
まわれ めぐれ めぐれよ 遥かなときよ
めぐって 心を 呼びかえせ
めぐって 心を 呼びかえせ
鳥 虫 けもの 草 木 花
人の情けを はぐくみて
まつとしきかば 今かへりこむ
わたしは生徒たちの一番後ろで一緒に見ていたのですが
この歌のワンシーンだけ
涙が出て止まらなくなりました。
だって自分のことでした。
この地球で生きてきたすべて。
星へと帰還することも。
映画では、
ふと彼女が自分の遠い星の記憶につながる瞬間です。
挿入歌の歌の部分はYouTubeのこれです。
これだけでも聞くとうるっと迫り来るものがありますが
実際の映画の中では相当グッときます。
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さて出典の「竹取物語」
貴公子に難題を出し、決して結婚しない姫。知らない人はいないストーリーですね。
貴種流離譚であるこのお話しは元は漢文で
西暦900年頃に貴族男性が書いたと言われます。
今見ても、悲哀を感じながらも、反骨がおもしろい。
作者不詳とされていますが、候補としては
空海とか遍照、源順(みなもとのしたごう)、源融(みな もとのとおる)、紀長谷雄(きのはせお)
とされています。
https://www.kwasan.kyoto-u.ac.jp/hosizora/astron/astron9/astron9_P11-12.pdf
わたしは空海、遍昭の路線はまずないと思います。
実は、
竹取物語の作者の男性は
今世で誰に生まれ変わっているかと言いますと
この女性歌手だということを聞いています。
このvideoのこの構成、納得しませんか？（イルミナティの霊波動が邪悪なので閲覧注意ですが貼ります）
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大胆推理を入れてみますと
源融 ではないでしょうか。
彼は、藤原氏専横政治の犠牲者の一人です。
竹取物語には藤原氏への反骨精神が色濃く現れています。
彼は、源氏物語の光源氏のモデルとされています。
わたしは「ヒカル」という芸名は偶然ついたものではないと思います。
https://note.com/syuji230/n/n50121c80bf1d
かの一族の横暴と闇をできるものならば暴露したかったのは
当時闇を目撃した女たちも同じことだったというのが
わたしの持論です。
（ところでこの記事の源融の子孫が松田聖子やこ◯されたZARD坂井泉というのはまことでしょうかねー？）
「竹取物語」映画実写版というと
沢口靖子さんの出ている作品があります。
これも相当前、最近では７年前くらいかな、
近所の女子校の女子たちみんなと見ました。
ラストシーンが見ものです。
宇宙船、シップがモロに出てきましてその描きっぷりに
みんなで笑いましたが（笑）
姫は最後に光の柱の中でシップに掲挙されるのです。
彼女たち数十人くらいには
ちょっといい情操教育ができたな！と思います。
みんなきっとあと数年で経験することですものね😃
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⭐️無断転載、引用固くお断りします。
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2週間休息を得たことで元気が出ている。久しぶりの朝投稿。こちらは大雨で仕事に行くのが少し憂鬱。本当なら在宅にしたかったけど、今日締め切りの資料作成を手伝っているものだから出社する。偉い。部署内でコンピュータ、資料作成関連は私に聞けばなんとかなる、の構図が出来上がっていて私はそこまでじゃないので、SNSに流れてくるパワポやエクセルの小技をちょこちょこ頭に入れて応用している。そのおかげでおすすめ欄に、そういった類の投稿しか出てこなくなったけど。資格勉強も再開した。網羅できたらかっこいいんだなと想像して。朝のLINEニュースに単身高齢者増加の話が出ていた。
私は孤独死が無くなる社会にしたいよ。尊厳をなくさないためにも。そのために今の会社に入ったのだから。私の夢。夢を叶えるためにも健康って大事だなと改めて痛感させられた。蕁麻疹の次は踵の炎症なんだけど、健康第一に。
冒頭曲が主題歌だったアイスクリームフィーバー観たかったな。タイミング合わず観れなかったけど、映画はナマモノだなと考えさせられる。
今日の香水はディプティックのドソン。深く雨に似合う香りだと思う。恋人や親には不評だけど、私は好き。
恋人から、俺のこと好きじゃないでしょう、と言われて憤慨���た。なんでそう言うこと聞くの、と聞くと、なんとなくと返ってきた。言葉で不安になる私が違う目線でみると、当時彼と出逢ったばかりの私と違くて悲しくなった。気丈な私も泣き虫な私も病に伏す私も全部が私自身なのに。愛だの恋だのは私は及第点も取れないのはただ単に下手なんだなと思う。恋人のこと好きなのよ。でも、重いよな。わからない。
全て上手くいきたい！
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「先祖返り」はセルフ癒しの基本。
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