do u ever think abt how junpei being eisei’s dad was the catalyst of his emo personality
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do u ever think abt how junpei being eisei’s dad was the catalyst of his emo personality
this is eisei
me flirting: u make me feel less dead
❛ yoshino.
CHIHUAHUA OR NOT I CAN BEAT YOUR ASS
im officially disowning myself from this fucking family
he can’t believe his little sister is a fucking chihuahua.
corruptxd said: i cant believe eisei is fucking dead
his dream finally came true
corruptxd said: why must u be like this :/
i have a whole book on Rachel Receipts™
On 4/15/16, at 11:33, 🍌 useless lesbian wrote: > every time i go to type the actual word corrupted i type my url > every single time
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I can lose fucking everything. But not you. Oh, god. Not you.
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Monachopsis
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She's his first hello, a promise of completion for the self-mutilated pieces of himself he does not believe he needs. He is more ghost than boy, roams the world with steps that leave nothing but cinders behind ( ashes that suffocate everyone he passes by; a waste of air ), but she gives him purpose to cling to life, and he is a little less ghost and a little more boy with each passing second she stays by his side.
She's his first friend. Life carves him into a cynicism that sees no faults in isolation, and it was his auto-inflicted punishment for the sin of his existence that stop him from pursuing happiness, but she takes his most tender secrets and welcomes them in the embrace of her love, a feeling so warm he forgets what sadness felt like. He swallows the sharp knives of misery and breathes them out in a laughter so foreign to his lips his throat burns in unfamiliar aftertaste, and he's terrified of what he's become, of what he's lost and can never regain, of what she makes him feel and of what she’ll remind him about the life he has already forsaken ( he finds his place in this world wherever she goes ).
She's his last goodbye, words of farewell amiss to ears but unmissable in the light in her eyes that no longer shone just for him. It is a distant memory, now, the smile she reserved for him alone, the laughter he prided himself in igniting within her, bringing life to her that no one else could. She’s a flame and the people around her mere moths, starstruck by a vibrance so beautiful only she could achieve. He reached godhood in pride, believing himself private to her vivacity, selfish in his desire to be her only one. But she’s wildfire, spreading through the cracks of everyone’s hearts, sealing their wounds with that warmth of hers he had once felt privileged in feeling and, in turn, they pay her in adoration. He becomes another face in the masses of her friends, overshadowed. Defeated. Accepting.
She's his last friend. She is sunshine and he is opaque moonlight, only a reflection of her radiance with none of it to call his own. He is nothing but a shape of a boy with desire for acceptance that he will never voice ( a punishment so fitting for a boy so adamant, addicted to dionysian lethality that defines his rotten heart, but he found a remedy in her incandescence that he’s long lost ) and a longing for the end of this existence of his he finds no meaning in. He doesn’t belong anywhere, and he knew it all along. He allowed himself to think that, perhaps, just once, he’d be someone’s first choice. Someone’s most important person. He can’t win against anyone, and so he admits his loss. He steps away from her and becomes cinders again.
She's not his first heartache, but she is his last broken dream for he will never dare hope again. He knows better than to think there is a place for him in this world, after all.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
i dont think dying's good for your health eisei
being dead and feeling nothing is better than living and suffering.
Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme
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Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
my kinks include: -choking -keep choking me -literally just end my life
no don't go off being emo you fucker. leans over and kisses his cheek. she adores you, eisei.
well she shouldn’t
slam dunks the bff into the trash where he + his emo thoughts belong
glad we’re on the same page
senpai, fight me
kill me while youre at it