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@rirutotto
ryusxnka replied to your post:
Omg dkfhdf no no its okay!! No need to apologize!! I’m just glad to see you again after 500 years! I am over tired plz knock me out
ツイログ by H A R U
so, we meet again...
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❝ – Still breathing, i see. ❞
Tch.
Frustration is what she breathes, apart from the lingering scent of death that claws inside her lungs. In this garden of despair, one can thrive if they tried enough; if they don’t, they will eventually wither—only to be swept away by the four winds. No matter how unfair the odds will be, losing to anyone is not an option ( and it should never be ). For she was made to fight: to struggle and to be broken, and to win.
( To survive, to live. )
Well, okay.
It’s not like she's that eager to meet the reaper anyway.
“ Did THAT upset you? I’m sorry but— ”
“ There’s NO way I’m letting myself die in this kind of place, you know. ”
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I·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴜᴅᴇ I just wαѕɴ'т taught to ρσℓιтιєℓу ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ to be ɴιce to ρєσρƖє I can't stand
雨とリルトット by 無花果オレンジ
short people are full of sin
How can I be called a traitor when it is you that betrayed me?
unknown (via maestrofstorms)
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
“The ‘eating people’ thing or…?”
“ —The eating sweets thing. ”
Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.
We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)