[ammapola]

Late for the trend, but I think it's still cute

[proud-pluto]

To my dragon tattooed guy, thank you so much for these 4 months of happiness and all the erotic memories.

[abrillustrates]

Nezha and Rin

(re uploading again because i wanted to fix some things hehe.. also making my way through The Dragon Republic….. feeling insane)

[proud-pluto]

All the sins are attempts to fill the void. But I don't know what other sins to fill this void anymore. When this need becomes greed to the point, this void will never get satisfied, asking for more and more taking it all in like a black hole.

[proud-pluto]

If I get a piercing and it doesn't hurt at all, does that mean I have a high pain tolerance or have I just become numb?

[proud-pluto]

I wonder what flower petals I would cough up if I had Hanahaki disease....? Maybe yellow chrysanthemums, for we couldn't keep our promise and had to part ways due to circumstances. Or maybe daisies, for the cheeky, lively love that I slowly realized I didn't have a chance with. Probably red roses for it was you who made me understand the hidden, wildest part of me. It must be morning glories for it was so beautiful but so short lived that you couldn't tolerate the clinginess. Surely it's ferns, considering the clandestine nature of our relationship. What am I? If not the garden of Unrequited love.

[proud-pluto]

Have you seen a fig fruit? It looks pretty from the outside but inside, it's often filled with worms. That's why people rarely eat them. I wasn't lying when I said I feel like a fig fruit. I might look cute, innocent and pure but you could never imagine what's happening in this fucked up mind of mine. It's scary, even to me. It's so rotten that it's irreversible. I'm not daring to be true to those close to me and I'm not even ready to accept and be true to myself. There's no going back now. The fruit is rotten, serving as food for worms.

[proud-pluto]

October ended and with it, my favorite flower season. Some attachments and my innocence have faded too. All that's left ahead is the lonely, cold winter and a glimmer of hope that everything will get better with the arrival of a new flower season.