CORRUPT.

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u look emo.

fite me u binch

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( hiinami. )

` firrath

` It looks really hard. ` Resting her head on her shoulders, brown eyes watched   her sister work away at her math which looked like a strange language scribbled   on paper. ` And, you’re teacher gave you thirty of these? `

                  ＂It’s not difficult once you get the hang of it. ＂

Yet, still, the difficulties lie in the very ideas of understanding & she works hard until she can accomplish these, tasks so tedious as they come. ( Work for your goal and do not falter. )

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touka kirishima + pink & white

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       ❛ What’s the matter ?

                                                    -- EAT.

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( withoutglory. )

     “…I wouldn’t take another step if I were you.” He speaks in raspy breaths, trying with whatever ounce of strength he has left to keep the thunder within his tone, his intentions clearly to scare away those who needn’t even witness such a blood-fest before them. Of course, this isn’t Mikaela’s doing, but the sudden temptation to succumb to what monstrous actions had been displayed are sky-rocketing with each passing second.

                   ＂What the hell.. went on here ? ＂ 

Shock embedded with FURY makes a DEMAND of voice’s escape to outer world. She is HORRIFIED yet still she must stand in the independence in which she’d been forced into since ages so early. ( FEND FOR YOURSELF GIRL, THE WEAK DIE YOUNG, SO YOU BUILD YOUR BONES OF HOLLOW STEEL THINKING NONE MUST KNOW OF YOUR FEARS ) so she hides them without an issue of second thought. Break them before they get the chance to break you.

                  ＂Tell me what happened-- !! ＂

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Tried out Touka today!

cosplayer / photographer

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And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.

Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of Medusa (via)

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                    ＂Hey... What is that ? ＂

Tongue flicks beneath teeth’s wall of SURVIVAL & she speaks with motions laced in suspicious curiosity. Her interest paints itself as one so un-enthused, yet one that still requires what information goes still unanswered.

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( ⓛ ω ⓛ )

     .  .  .

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Atmosphere is heavy with another’s presence & there is darkness that lingers beneath the breath of fiery lungs. A suspicion drawn from only that of assumption as a strange appearance goes ignored without a sense of any further sound judgement. 

                      ＂... Who are you ? ＂

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                     ＂Please, excuse me -- ! ＂

Tap, tap, tap, the sound of uniform’s soles click in fast paced rhythm against the concrete pavement of Earth’s beneath. Words are harsh, panicked, rushed, as another stands upon way’s midst & drip, drip drip, there is crimson that spills against her arm & stains sleeve, previously colorless. She pushes in hopes that she may proceed without parting anything but a warning through full lips.

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( halvedhope. )

insecurities are met with a sort of genuine encouragement special for occasions such as this   —  another met with a difficult obstacle, only to falter, but with gentle fortification to recuperate and carry on it could easily be   ᴀ ᴄ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴘ ʟ ɪ s ʜ ᴇ ᴅ;   and it’s exactly why the freckled brunet insists with a gentle gesture  ( boney elbow to the rib cage in a grounding fashion, meant only to reassure rather than make a statement )  and a kind smile. 

           ❛   try not to dwell on it. you’ll get it!  ❜

                      ＂I will. -- Thank you... ＂

Test would refer back with marks of such indecency. An aggravation so evident beneath hidden tones as a night spent previously EXHAUSTED in the form of studying’s erosion of one’s mind, she hardly bears the thought of its grade so low in accordance to the difficulties of her many hours spent. A life spent so busily, she hadn’t a choice but cram before date of test’s importance & she could only regret the time un-wasted.

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    ɪ  ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ  ᴍᴀᴋᴇ       ғ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ s.

                      ( ʏᴏᴜ  ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ   ᴀ ʙ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ᴏ ɴ   ᴍᴇ                       ɪғ  ɪ  ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ  ʟᴇᴛ  ʏᴏᴜ  ɢᴇᴛ  ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. )

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                      ＂These flowers... are you selling them? ＂

Inquiries dance upon blood-stained lips, teeth tainted with the disentanglement of another’s flesh & yet still she walks the path of a life she was not born into. A LIE is the road she travels here, so careful not to DESTROY the beauty of growing life with her fingertips drenched in death's destruction. A gentle tone against MONSTROUS teeth & still she speaks with a thought’s honest curiosity. 

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mini starter call??

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                       ＂It crosses over and divides... I’m pretty sure. ＂

A concentration focuses not so entirely upon the work sprawled with a manner so unorganized upon the table in which two sharers of familiar class are seated before. An ability to establish this FACADE of acquired instinct makes for a process so careful, a girl born into a world so corrupt, she fights for the peace in which she believes those are WORTHY. Identity present, yet so obscured from the fight in which she treads thin waters, it is in these moments she must act as one of them-- them of who she wishes for such experience of. ( Jealousy is not a fond trait girl. You must remember to keep it under the wraps of your GRUESOME secret. )