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i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

mochidoodle

saw some debate over the english title translation of dungeon meshi and I am here to offer you this alternative

#dungeon meshi #laios

kyunmei

<3

#LUUUUUUUUUUUUV #kny #mitsuri

flowerais-deactivated20211031

you are loved. on quiet days that feel meaningless, during long nights when loneliness consumes you, when you’re reminiscing and grieving the past, on good days that feel like warmth and light, always remember that you are loved.

owwllly

if Geto and Laois met

#insane #jjk #dungeon meshi #geto #laios

jerseyclown

you’re not evil girl you’re just lonely and no one has cared for you in a while and its making you crazy can you go get a fucking chai latte or something

jerseyclown

you’re not evil girl you’re just lonely and no one has cared for you in a while and its making you crazy can you go get a fucking chai latte or something

jerseyclown

you’re not evil girl you’re just lonely and no one has cared for you in a while and its making you crazy can you go get a fucking chai latte or something

kyunmei

rengoku + totk ember armor :-)

#kny #rengoku #love <33

greelin

if you ever bleach your hair then go back to your natural hair color the urge to bleach it again remains attached to you. forever. like a malevolent entity of some sort

#so true #i’m looking at hair appointments ..

mintmatcha

The doorbell rings and you don’t think anything of it.

Why would you? It’s the doorbell.

In fact, you don’t even think to answer it until it rings again, then a third time.

You slide from your seat in the kitchen, eyes never leaving your phone as you pad over to the door. When you open it, it takes you a second to process that the man in front of you isn’t some underpaid delivery man, but a familiar face.

Gojo stands there, hands on his hips so nonchalantly that you almost believe he’s a ghost, a sign your misery and loneliness have finally broken you. He stands there like it hasn’t been months since he disappeared, like he belongs on your porch, a statue carved from snow white marble given to you like a gift, a blessing from a god that you don’t deserve.

Neither of you move. He’s so still that you think maybe he is a ghost, come to haunt more than just your memories.

Finally, he jerks a chip towards you, eyeing your hands. “Did you make any coffee for me?”

You drop your mug and your phone. One of them shatters, liquid and glass exploding at your feet as you step towards him. He says something as he reaches for you with a creeping smile, but you can’t hear it; your ears are ringing from the shock.

When his hand’s cup around your cheeks, the only think you can think of is the wide spanse of his fingers. They are built long and lean, perfect for piano if he had lived a different life, yet they are still thick and strong, perfect for squishing the fat of your cheeks between his knuckles. The tighter he squeezes you, the more pulls you expression together, forcing your lips into a gentle pucker. He plays with your face like a toy, trying to work a smile out of you one way or another.

The pads of his palms are surprisingly calloused, a rare sign of wear on his otherwise untouched body. That’s new. That’s something you’ve never felt before.

“Now, why are you cryin’?” Gojo coos, the end of his sentence breaking into a laugh. Somehow, his eyes are brighter than you remember, shimmering and bright with every cliche ever written. They are oceans and gems and skies, the feeling of freedom and the color you tried to paint your front door months ago, but failed to find the perfect shade.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” Your voice breaks in your throat. This time, when he laughs, it’s sad.

“Come on now, snowball- you really doubted me?” His thumbs brush away the hot tears that have begun to spill down your cheeks, “No need for tears. I’m right here.”

He presses his forehead into yours, the cartilage of his nose smushed into yours, and for the first time in weeks, in the doorway to your apartment, you feel at home.

“Of course I came back.”

#i’m inconsolable #truly #i think about this every day.

jerseyclown

you’re not evil girl you’re just lonely and no one has cared for you in a while and its making you crazy can you go get a fucking chai latte or something

#i’m not evil im just lonely #im not evil i’m just lonely #i’m not evil i’m just lonely #it’s like a daily affirmation

jerseyclown

you’re not evil girl you’re just lonely and no one has cared for you in a while and its making you crazy can you go get a fucking chai latte or something