NO LONGER HUMAN

Disqualified as a human being, I had now ceased utterly to be a human being.

DAZAI,  OSAMU.  BUNGOU STRAY DOGS.   to preface: this blog is trigger heavy.  the most prevalent topics will be: idealization of suicide, attempts / mentioned attempts of suicide, violence and emotional manipulation.  i will not tone it down as it is what generally is encompassed by dazai.  however, i will tag heavy mentions of it accordingly.  if this topic in general makes you uncomfortable, please don’t follow me!  i value your comfort above all else. even if we’re friends, it isn’t going to hurt my feelings.

the truth was no, the man was not fine. his fire had not gone out completely, but it’s not the same it was before, a small bundle of flickering embers instead of a passionate flame. maybe one day he’d be back to his normal self, but not now. he glances over at dazai as they drive. the gesture is soothing to him. he pulls into the apartment complex and climbs out, opening dazai’s door. 

‘ i can’t believe you’re offering to do the dishes. maybe you’re a reformed man. ‘ a weak attempt at a joke, but it’s a joke nonetheless. 

he offers his arm. ‘ it’s good to see you again. let’s go inside, eh ? ‘