» where is my humanity? (autoplay)

[mangafascination]

[uzukiyashirosp-blog]

   “Hello, I’m Snuuzou ( snail Juuzou ).”

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            ❛   to be honest, i don’t know who i am.

[rohavens-deactivated20200122]

         ❝ I must find out where this ᴘ ʟ ᴀ ɢ ᴜ ᴇ is coming from.                        ——      I ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ having it under my skin.  ❞

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[l0verseyes]

Tokyo Ghoul Week √2 Day 1: Pride [ excessive belief in one’s self ]

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schwingu

     do i look like a shota to you.

[heeyimdeleting-deactivated20170]

say my name.

[kurai-reii]

Don’t keep me waiting.

[submachineguns]

—[Sarah Williams]

[falsehero]

oops accidental ~anatomy lesson~

[l0verseyes]

You were lonely weren’t you, Kaneki?

[kirschetein-main]

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- Shooting an Elephant, George Orwell

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[elre-than]

It’s alright as long as he’s safe but… Jeez. What a cold friend.

[l0verseyes]

My salvation is to sleep and have a happy dream…

[vyoongi]

"I cannot make you understand, I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself" — Franz Kafka

[fleogende-blog]

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[fleogende-blog]

‘i hope you weren’t expecting a welcome back-party.’

tone was harsh, cold, and quiet; she knew that treating him in such a manner wouldn’t be well looking despite the fact that they were just alone at the coffee shop. she didn’t expect him to come here; maybe he needed to talk to the manager or just wanted to share a cup of coffee. would she even want to know it? would he even tell her?

she didn’t look at him; crimson hues were fixed on the cutlery she was currently polishing. touka was like always; overworking herselg— no matter what she did.

‘i wasn’t even expecting you to come here.’

she stopped with her work before she decided to look at him before she heaved a sigh.

‘can i help you?‘ she inquired in her usual tone, like he was some customer who wanted to order something. she didn‘t know why he was here, so it was rather a good idea to ask him.

( she missed him; but she was too proud to even admit it. )

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      you taste a bittersweet reunion ‘pon a saturated coral palate instead of the usual raw, foul innards of yet another fiend. O, DEATH.. plagued by recurring tones, vocals that tear into his mental instability and intensify his heart-wrenching agony, persistently seducing him to brace toxic fangs 'pon the forbidden fruit.

                      DOESN’T EVERYONE LOVE A TRAGEDY ?

            ❛ is it.. a problem ?

a slave to her will, despite realized freedom she continues to dominate the role of superiority.. a frail appendage lifts to submit to involuntary desire as his index curls about his discolored chin with blatant apprehension. ( WHERE IS YOUR COURAGE, ODIN? )

           ❛ i- i wanted to see how everything was going, i suppose.