Diamond Heart

I smile easily because it does me good. 천사의 가면을 쓰다

[kookkaine]

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[kookkaine]

very tempted to delete this whole blog rn ^^

[kookkaine]

I DON'T KNOW HOW TUMBLR WORKS WTFFFFF

[kookkaine]

I'm either going to kms or fight tumblr right now uwu

[kookkaine]

I’m just better than he is, accept it

and what in god’s green earth makes you think that? 💀

[kookkaine]

when they just leave you 💀

[kookkaine]

The one you should leave him for

LMAOO??? Are you boo boo the fool? :D

[kookkaine]

AND WHOS THIS BOYFRIEND-

@m3hhh :D AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU-

[kookkaine]

I love you, bby 🥺

I love you more 🥺

[kookkaine]

Do u have a crush or crushes?

I have a huge crush on my boyfriend :D

[serostuffsmh]

Jen, you're overworked??? LET ME TALK TO YOUR BOSS!!! 🔪 Would I kill for Jen??? Depends...

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I’m the living embodiment of this meme

[kookkaine]

I love you, I love you

I’m in love with you

I love you more, bry 🥺

[depsidase]

[roundtop]

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you don’t have to pretend you’re okay to make others feel comfortable.

you don’t have to pretend you’re okay to make others feel comfortable.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

i am utterly agonized when i remember that all dabi has ever wanted is for someone to acknowledge his pain and i am so devastated by the idea that the first time someone ever does - he realizes that he had a chance. there was a version of him who had a chance. it simply breaks my heart.

[touyaspeach]

Touya who gets angry when you acknowledge these things because he realizes that's all it took. That just a few words could have literally changed his life, he gets furious. And it's not you, it's not your fault that rage burns white-hot in his palms. But he can't even mourn his own pain because he literally is incapable. And the smile that splits his face is terrifying and full of anger, pain, and hate.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

i am utterly agonized when i remember that all dabi has ever wanted is for someone to acknowledge his pain and i am so devastated by the idea that the first time someone ever does - he realizes that he had a chance. there was a version of him who had a chance. it simply breaks my heart.

[ihatebnha]

dabi + just trauma things: wondering what you’d be like without it

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Dabi isn’t domestic. He can’t be. He won’t be.

That part of himself, the part that grew up with a brother and sister he loved, raised by a father and mother who loved, has died.

He’s still Toya, yes. Always has been, always will be. But he’s not the same Toya that he was, the one with red hair who valued honor, and chose justice. Aimed to please, and would’ve picked love.

But he wonders sometimes, Dabi does (especially when he looks at you), that is… what he would’ve been like had his former self not been killed?

Deep down, way too far for him to find, part of him knows that he would’ve been so fucking good.

Good in the way where he saves cats stuck in trees and helps his neighbors carry groceries in. Good in the way he studies well and trains hard.

He would’ve been such kind boy… handsome too, with a great sense of humor that everyone in his class would’ve loved. He would’ve grown up a hero, his body strong and well fed, and he would’ve been the type of man to emulate his father and take care of all the people he loved… even if he’s sure that person would still be a little disgusted by the thought.

(Or he wouldn’t have been a hero, but he’d have been happy at the agency, anyway; wearing blue buttons up and slacks, silver cufflinks on top of pale skin… before coming home to someone he thinks would look a lot like you.)

But there is no future like that waiting for Dabi. There is no graduation, no wedding… and no office, either.

Of course there isn’t, and he’s not sure whether that means he’s still just dreaming… or rather, in mourn.