These two have fun 😔🌱🍉
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These two have fun 😔🌱🍉
Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.
Now I'm eating croutons straight out of the bag.
Still no homo ?
I'm gonna level with you, friend: I am eating these croutons gay style.
not only did he not deny it, he even smiled. shameless.
O!Ciel's Name?
During my re-reading of Kuro, a silly thought popped up into my head. It is very possible that Yana has been teasing us with o!Ciel's true name during the Blue Cult Arc.
More under the cut. Spoilers up to ch169 ahead!
big bro and little bro
How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine
the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.
Smiling is practiced
Gay people never say "I love you" they always gotta say stupid shit like "thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions."
i am so bewitched by yoshiki tsujinaka. imagine losing the person you’re closest to in the world, who knows you better than anyone. you literally find his dead body and feel so sick over it that you pass out for days and then you wake up and he's back. he's back and for six months you know he's not the same but you're too scared to say something. he’s dead but he’s also right next to you, living, walking, talking. still playing video games at your house and leaving his homework in your bookbag and you can't help but love him on instinct. he's the only person who's ever understood you and you want it to be enough and secretly, sometimes, it almost is. after all, he loves you, right? maybe even more than before, or different than before. but then sometimes you wake up crying from dreaming of him, or you walk into his bedroom and it's torture, the way that it's still exactly the same, and the only person you want to talk to about it died alone and scared on top of a mountain. every day is a nightmare, it feels unreal, and you can't sleep or breathe right and maybe you think you deserve it, for how twisted up you are inside–how broken. and you're the only one who knows, the only one who can grieve him, this boy that was so bright and strong and loved.
thinking about this comment from the drag path mv
Will you feed me to your void?
i forgot i had tumblr again... lol
any alnst lovers in the chat…