neverendingc0nfusion
Hello!
Firstly, i wanted you to know im absolutely in love with your work. its incredibly good and i still get myself together after reading.
I love the way you made up Hanma’s personality. The struggle for him to express emotion and the way he does it. The slow change in y/n personality over time. The description of her feelings, and thoughts. The details of it. The way you write about it, it gets me thrilling. The slow change of action and how it increases the stress. The fact that y/n is acting all strong but deep down she’s so broken, so mentally damaged, so empty, helpless, wreckless. They way she’s finding distraction in touch. I love everything about it.
Its absolutely amazing and it’s surely the best thing i have ever read. Its incomparable to anything. I still cant seem to understand why does it have just a little views. Its so underrated and it makes me so sad. I literally couldnt stop reading it, i kept reading all the time. I’m currently after second chapter of second book and it just gets better and better.
Also, i wanted to say im polish and there is just this one song that fits perfectly in the book. It just describes y/n and the music and the vibe is the exact same way. So i made a translation for you, if you want to check. it’s called dessous by adaś. https://youtu.be/rh3QB2kC9p4?si=CwxbM6lI5PI9S26e
Also, i hope in the future youre going to be a professional writes and you’ll publish your own book, ill be more than happy to support you and i’ll definitely buy your books. its just all so amazing
Appreciate your hard work!
neverendingc0nfusion
translation to the song:
i’m throwing up with oxygen
i’ll cross out a crossed erased line drowning in my thoughs
i’d give a lot for a backspace
and maybe i don’t want to go back, stand, go forward anymore
dirt under the nail, i just showered a while ago
i jerked your dessous off, you were not here
delusions, paranoia - everyone has them but no one will speak up
im throwing myself in a cycle, only you know what is going on in your head
or maybe you don’t know
or maybe you don’t know
or maybe you don’t know
or maybe you don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know
once i’m everything and once i’m nothing
three years passed since my first panic attack
i learned how to fly but you know, i can’t land
heartburn is troubling, I'm wondering about the pronunciation of a word
i look normal, i look like i used to before
scalpel under my pillow
at night someone is whispering “it’s not too bad”
im struggling but allegedly its not too bad
i can’t seem to understand how did he get my number
i’m small, im big
i’m persistent, someone ruined me
i’m made from glass and brick,
kind, misbehaved bustard
i’m existent, i’m death
a rescuer and a villian
heaven, hell, whatever. I’m fading away when I have to face reality
i’m small, im big
i’m persistent, someone ruined me
i’m made from glass and brick,
kind, misbehaved bustard
i’m existent, i’m death
a rescuer and a villian
heaven, hell, whatever. I’m fading away when I have to face reality
i’m small, im big
i’m persistent, someone ruined me
i’m made from glass and brick,
kind, misbehaved bustard
i’m existent, i’m death
a rescuer and a villian
heaven, hell, whatever. I’m fading away when I have to face reality
i’m fading away
