still here

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[kaizoku-niiichan]

[pyrrhics]

umi ga kikoeru

[whatarainyday]

it’s my girl’s birthday!

[jjjessli]

For will, after a party

after frank o’hara

You do not always know what I am feeling.  Last night, in the tangled web of a single sheet, next to the unused condom on the top of my dresser, it was my own lack of control that set me ablaze. Isn’t it strange? That margarita mix could betray me like that? In a room full of people I love– my face flushed from one too many—I can feel so tender I could break. This isn’t about you, or me, though it is more about me, I admit: this is about a history that exists without us, strangers in the footnotes of a book no one has opened. Isn’t it odd, how the burden of stories I don’t know presses into my chest, cuts me open, and you deal with the wetness of my face in your shoulder.

You do not know if I love you. I can say with confidence, more than I’ve ever had, that I do not know either. If you find that odd, you are not alone; if you ever feel overwhelmed, you are not alone. On top of me, you apologize— you’re tired. There’s too much pressure. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so eager, so entrenched in my own heat. Can I correct myself? I’m not crying because of you—I’m crying for everything I couldn’t say, the inexpressibility topos, all the classes I’ve missed this semester, people I couldn’t rescue from the fire of my own tirade. Put out your hand, and isn’t there my hand inside of yours? Is this enough, do you think? For now?

[gaiyo-blog]

everyone on my dash rn be real w me is tumblr still relevant?

[mareya]

https://instagram.com/p/BIr_tC_B2wm/

[tseoxx-blog]

i don’t do enough kpop fanart considering how much of my life it takes up

[bepeu-deactivated20171202]

me: *checks my bank account*

me: ‘there are no facts , only interpretations’ -nietzsche 

[voulair]

someone wore one of these Louis Vuitton jackets to school and I wanted to scream

[pfeffersteak]

[synqra]

https://instagram.com/p/BQzdIC7j8KK/

[figmas]

[tokaji]

[gaiyo-blog]

in your opinion, what's the best way to introduce/start a shoujo manga/love story? In other words, the best opening scene?

HM i feel like i should be better at answering this question just b/c i’ve read so many.... i’d say there’s no “correct” or “best” way to open a shoujo manga. as long as it feels fresh, original, and engaging, it’s a good way to open. no cliche “toast in my mouth, running late!” kind of stuff if you know what i mean

[sunbathe]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BNTs64PBaq0/

[taisos]

キラリン！

[puqs]

[kiera--b]

it will rain.